We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight
We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight
We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.
We danced in the shadows of fear and doubt
And we danced when we questioned what life’s about
We danced amongst the evergreens
That posed for painters winter scenes.
We danced in the winters bitter chill
And when we danced our world stood still.
For that’s what love was meant to be
To find the dance when we cannot see.
To write a new song when the music stops
With lyrics that caress every tear that drops.
For when the rhythm changes and tempo slowed
We’re called to dance with the seeds we sowed.
For life is hard, there is no doubt
But Dancing through it, is what life’s about.
An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.
A storehouse for so many things buried in my mind.
I open up its creaking door to see what I might find.
Lovely notes of music come wafting down its stairs
So poignant is its melody that my poor heart tears.
It brings to me the image of one afternoon
When I walked with someone in summer by the dune.
I listen to the tickling of the ivory
Picturing two people splashing each other by the sea.
The music now is drifting to me soft and low.
I see the setting sun. We’re bathed in crimson glow.
Beautifully and slowly the notes keep being played.
In the arms of my old Valentine rhythmically I’m swayed.
The keys of the piano now are pounding fast.
In the moonlight he and I are making love at last.
Finally the keys are played as if they were caressed.
And a bitter sweetness swells within my breast.
Slowly creeping up the stairs I go to learn the truth.
Who has played this long-time buried memory of youth?
On the old piano’s bench, I see an imprint lies,
And I think I can hear my phantom lover’s sighs.
Forgotten valentine, will you please return
And play again that melody of love for which I yearn?
For the Incurable Romantic Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music of a Midnight Clear
With reverent voices, in joyful mode
A sacred song of long ago
A velvet night while stars appear
Old carols sung on captured ear
Around a piano, where candles glow
Outside the air, with breath of snow
A fireside, where flames enchant
Old memories, from lips recant
'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss
A soul renewed, a spirit lifts
Some lift their glass to make a toast
While others sing of Heavenly Host
Beneath a tree, the children guess
Then off to bed, with kisses blessed
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music about a Midnight Clear
Hearing talented young voices provides such pleasure
In our quest for America’s latest idol treasure
Next year the judging panel will not be the same
The man we love to hate will leave for bigger game
What will it be like without the infamous scowl
Of the Brit who tells it like it is -- Simon Cowell
“That was simply dreadful,” says he with a wry smirk
“You came off karaoke; it just didn’t work.”
Randy asks, "Yo, Dog, what's with the off-key pitches?"
Ellen’s there for laughs; she leaves us in stitches
Kara strokes her long, brown hair, bats her lashes too
Asks Casey to remove his shirt, flirts as he follows through
But Simon never offers consolation prizes
Contestants' egos crash down as their anger rises
If he tells Big Mike he sounds karaoke
We may find Simon adrift in the Okefenokee
Choosing a replacement will surely not be easy
Adam Lambert? Paula's return? Oh, it makes us queasy
Simon will be missed, the show will suffer ratings
Viewers may depart for loss of the man they’re hating
If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company
Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife
I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see
Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you
But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream
UNWANTED VIOLIN SOLO
She wrested notes from unwilling
And resisting rosined string.
The rhythm struggled to assert control
Over her strained and anxious soul.
Mother shushed her resisting offspring,
Father struggled with his watch’s mainspring.
Children twisted hair and faces :
All wished to be in other places.
Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to
express what was going on at the time.
The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.
Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.
The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...
I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.
They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking,
It feels like a smack.
I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.
There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.
You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
I know I missed.
I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.
I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.
I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.
So much of my life I spent doing wrong
If I could write music I would write a song
I have done things a man shouldn't do
These words are written for they are true
If you open your heart and look to the sky
Ask of the Lord then hear the reply
It won't come in words not words you can hear
It may come with a smile or fall as a tear
I found an angel said bye to my ghost
After I lost everything I gained the most
I found the Lord through the poems I pray
Sometimes it’s best to just give it away
I write out my words for they help me see
Simple is best for simple is free
Think of yourself just never think down
Your mind holds the music just listen to the sound
Everyone you meet has something to say
Be sure to include them in the prayers that you pray
All that you do and all that you see
Shares in your story and your destiny
When dealing with others do what you do
Just be kind and gentle to those you do it to
Everything is nothing that it shouldn't be
As a seconds a second and a tree is a tree
Jean Valjean was a bad convict
With Javert he had a conflict
For nineteen years the con went to jail
When his plan to steal bread was a fail
When he got out, he was ignored
He was by the people abhorred
A bishop welcomed him with open arms
Unaware of the con's great harms
Some precious silver was stolen
But it made the bishop solemn
But finally the con became good
And became the mayor of towns he would
Music is life and life is the muse
she leads us shows us how to fuse
happiness in every realm
just put music at the helm
throw aside those traps and reins
come with me and ease your pains
you think too much come have some fun
hold out your arms,let music come
you can't hold her ,force her ,mold her
you can't ever even scold her
she is with you or she's not
you have no choice
it's just your lot.
so give it up and let it lie
come with me and touch the sky
and when we touch back on the ground
the staff will fill
we'll write it down.
After I left you alone in the firelight
I wondered if ever I'd see you again
the day of departure loomed on my horizon
the last time I'd ever have time with my friend,
nobody told you to pack allyour heartstrings
to turn off the future you planned in your head,
nobody warned you of incoming missles
imploding within ,turning everything red.
you sit there in silence to gaze at the embers
humming a tune a piano once played
out on a stage surrounded by angels
oblivious maestro ,you ebb and you fade.
but I see that moment you triumphed in Paris,
white doves all released to welcome the one,
who soared on the notes of ultimate beauty
who carried us up to the fire of the sun.
Dear Phoenix I know you must die in your ashes
before your rebirth can ever take place,
but there in the fireglow I still see the flashes
of genius alive in the light of .your face
Knowing her song
still she won't sing it,
her bag's full of notes,
and still she won't bring it,
with veins full of music
she floats on a tune,
she soars on concertos
far over the moon,
I beg and cajole but I'm
just not her Mother,
she won't shed a note
it seems for another,
we're playing piano
on notes on a page
waiting for morning
when she can asuage,
all of the grief that she finds
on the keys,
see how the muses
are down on their knees
whispering hope into
lyrics she hears
sonatas that shimmer
away on her tears.
"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"
Chopin my darling,
your brow is so warm
come off to my island
you'll come to no harm
I'll hold you and keep you
and guard you most dear
protect you from all
of the things that you fear
you haven't the power
the strength nor the way
to care for yourself
and to write and to play
come off to my island
leave all else behind
your music will prosper
as well as your mind
I'll lock you away where
your genius will thrive
I'll give you my heart
and I'll keep you alive!
Silence not just opposite of voice
More of ear turning deaf to outside noise
Close ears to outside din
And hear subtle murmur within
Listen Heart beats in rhythm and rhyme
No music composer can beat the music divine
Listening same beats for sometime
Makes one slip in meditation anytime
One drops BODY then MIND falls
Weightless, thoughtless Light one feels
Slip one may in trance
Levitation one may experience
Eternal Bliss engulfing
As if in Heaven surfing
Longevity of blissful state, on practice depends
Veteran or amateur, sooner or later it ends
Silence ruptures, clamour overtakes whisper
Bliss vanishes, pang emerges
One day sound fails to impact hearing sense
That is when one is laid into permanent Silence
Silence of graveyard not just opposite of cry in maternity ward
More of listening to death than speaking of life as trump card
Silence not just opposite of voice
More of dropping body dead, aligning life suiting soul's choice
© Hitendra Mehta
For Poetry Soup Contest
Homage to Bon Jovi
I’m going out in a “Blaze of Glory”
So “Bang A Drum” as I tell my story
With “One Light Burning” “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead”
“Chained” to the “Right Side of Wrong” in my head.
“Shot Through The Heart”, “You Really Got Me Now”...
Your “Bad Medicine” destroyed me—somehow.
“Dead Or Alive” don’t “Lay Your Hands On Me”!
“The Boys Are Back In Town”--I’m not lonely!
“Dying Ain’t Much of A Living”…you’re right
Too late found “Good Guys Don’t Always Wear White”!
So, “Billy Get Your Guns” and “Raise Your Hands”…
There’s “Justice In The Barrel” of time’s sands.
“I’ll Be There For You” and your “Cold Hard Heart”.
“You Give Love A Bad Name”--Feel "Lucky"? Start!
Titles in quotes are songs by Jon Bon Jovi
Music needs lyrics to make it whole
Lyrics are words that touch the soul
Listening to one song after another
Springsteen singing "My Blood Brother"
It tells a story of of childhood friends
A genuine love that never ends
Growing up and parting ways
Changes coming in passing days
And it takes me back to the things we did
The friends I had when I was just a kid
Although time has pulled us all apart
I still carry each one in my heart
But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother--Bruce Springsteen
Las Vegas - Nineteen eighty six
I heard it was the city of the tricks
A great hotel, all-you-can-eat buffet
Our car was parked by the sexiest valet
The show already started, the lights dim
I - a Kangaroo with sleeping baby on my limb
The music started, "one mile" legs and feathers
An atmosphere of Cabaret with tens of Heathers
The music stopped, men lowered their defenses
Of topless dancers - awakened all their senses
As glittered bubbles shined on all the misses
" Look, Mommy, lots and lots of tzee-tzees !"
for Miranda's Contest " Burlesque Boutique"
For years and years having viewed their faces
Their smiles, their joys, in so many places
Oh how I wondered if I would mirror those joys
To forget my past, and it's lonesome destroy
We are told never say never in this world we live
Sometimes around life's corner, shall end ones sieve
How right these words would be, such wisdom prevails
Never say never, let life's winds grace ones sails
Then came the day as I so wondered why
That a Spanish maiden liked, I clicked to espy
Images of Marillion, the singer Fish being his name
As I viewed musical others, we liked just the same
In a polite message I wrote, simply to ask why
Will she answer me I asked, I'll just have to try
A reply I received, declaring reciprocating sounds
For our music was mirrored, now something abounds
Then came the moment that simply captured my heart
Her first word was hello, could a dead life restart
Our visions appeared followed by questions of ask
Two strangers in meet musical tastes being our tasks
Days weeks into months followed amidst track after track
So much was told and shared, her knowledge never lacked
Now when I look back to our music moments shared and seen
Fish and others we thank you, for it's the music of Queen
You're Still The Most Beautiful song,
That I've Ever Written
Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought
We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create
Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine
In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses
Arms outstretched like petals of roses
She, Kim, of Touchstone effect
Through their music her voice, such melodic select
Prelude now generates as we await corded streams
Receivers we are, appreciating their musical dreams
Spotlights in sporodic dance, like silent sirens in the dark
In seconds they soon touch, we the Blacktide no longer stark
On this night in concert, we became one and all
Strobe lights show their appreciation, bowing when shadows fall
As we live each day trying to find out about life
Questioning the misery and all the pain and strife
"Pilgrim on your journey you may travel far
Pilgrim it's a long way to find out who you are"
Sometimes it's hard to stay on the right track
You begin to believe you'll never get back
"All God's children get weary when they roam
Don't it make you want to go home"
"Every day seems a little longer
Every day love's a little stronger"
Now you pray That love will last forever
While Johnny Mathis sings about the "Twelfth of Never"
Now you've found the woman of your dreams
And all of the world is right it seems
She said that She will always be mine
"She's in love with me and I feel fine."
"Pilgrim" by Enya
"Don't It Make You Want to go Home" by Joe South
"Every Day" by Buddy Holly
"The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis
"I Feel Fine" by The Beatles
‘Good day, Sunshine!’... ‘I call your name’, and here you are!
Michael, so wonderful to finally meet you on this ‘magical mystery tour!’….
‘I traveled the long and winding road’ and came to this conclusion
A coffee chat with Michael F, could become a poetry ‘revolution’
They tell me “let it be”…and 'wait', ’that all you need is love’….
But after ‘a hard day’s night’….and 'a little help from my friend' above
I even said 'Please Mr. Postman'..., I’ve ‘got to get him into my life’
‘I wanna hold your hand', Michael, but what about Rosanna, your wife??
That might be ‘too much monkey business’, so I'd better 'act naturally'
‘Wanna know a secret’, Michael? You really ‘got a hold on me’!!!
Another Beatle Fan!!
Mom bought records of the classic Disney films; each song
was played again and then again; we all sang along.
Mad Hatter singing he was late, Snow White singing too,
and seven whistling dwarves kept us from feeling blue.
Yes, those were our “Wonder Years” with my family.
Also we watched musicals as re-runs on TV.
Fiddler on the Roof ; The Sound of Music - pure delight!
West Side Story thrilled me with “Maria” and “Tonight.”
I began collecting records; my first idol’s name
was Herman. With his Hermits, he enjoyed brief fame.
Older kids were listening to whatever gave a shock:
Dylan, Hendrix, Joplin, Stones, or psychedelic rock.
I preferred the “bubblegum” - Grass Roots, Tommy Roe,
and all the Top Forty Hits on my radio.
Also there were songs of novelty, a different sort,
“A Boy Named Sue” and that “Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport!”
Some songs linger with nostalgia: gems like “Close to You”
or “Johnny Angel.” Those recall special boys I knew.
In the 1970’s, it was clear I was
A fan of pop rock music, simply just because!
I love songs with beat that make me want to sing or dance,
but sometimes I’m inclined to hear soft songs of romance!
Though I'm busy now with many other things, I strive
to hear what’s new on TV music shows or when I drive.
But what’s the music of my soul? In all honesty,
I must say my early years most affected me!
For "Soul Tunes" Contest by Kristen Bruni
I wrote a little poem that went toot toot toot.
With every second line do-op do-op.
It started with a scale that went doe ray me.
and had a tiny chorus of tick tick tock.
I added tiny rests that went sigh sigh sigh.
I balanced them with sounds that went ring ring ring.
Now half the words were higher and half were low.
Until they reached the end and went ping ping ping.
I gave it to a man who played with instruments.
Who said he was the best and the king king king.
He wasn't very good when he started to play.
Until he opened up his mouth to sing sing sing.
And that is how I invented the song song song.
I hope I haven't bored and strung you along long long.