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My Song

~Not Like Me~

When you were first put into my arms,
I begged God, to make you nothing like me
For my sins, ask for no transformation
This is my song, my meditation

Look at my face
Where has it all gone,
You no longer desire to be a part my song

Look at my life, 
The toll, hasn't been paid
I'm the one suffering everyday

The vengeance of eternal flames, 
  sit near the empty hearth
Burning my needs to hold you once more,
I need you more than you'll ever know

Now, Look at me, I'm 53 and have no where to go
Everyone I know, awaits in a place of gold
Unlike you, you're too busy growing old 
------ Not Like Me!!!

Singing a song, that accentuate's the mind,
I have no one to blame, I neglected all the signs
Hoping the rain would slowly die off

Today here I lay, wondering where I went wrong
I implored God, to cause you nothing like me
I have a heart that forgives, and tries to forget
I kneel, and I give, and I treat others with respect
My compassion, I measured in the poorest way

I judged my life worse than the others did 
Now why did I ask ---- Not Like Me!
For my sins, ask for no translation
This is my song, my speculation

The dreaded conclusion of this song, 
All I can say, "Be careful what you ask for."
At the end, all I can say, I got what I asked for
Someone, who's Not Like Me.........................


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Mermaid's Milk: a collaboration with the still dashing David Williams

The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe, 
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over

As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope: 
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”

The night; collected on the leaves, 
       drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium, 
         it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits


I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze; 
              gilded words of adoration 
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me, 
          strengthens me, 
                nurtures me 
  like Mermaid’s milk

Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...

With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower 
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.

So much is lost. 
    The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me. 
Sing me a song while you do, 
            and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.

Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part-- 
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :) 
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...

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A Christmas Snow

Snowy splendor of white fluffy freshly fallen snow blanketing everything that 
Gets in its way, sparkling like glitter from the illumination descending light
Of the stars, moon, and lights of the street lamp.

Snowman all a glitter in the front yard, with its black top hat, a scarf around its neck,
An orange carrot nose, greeting all visitors. 
Snow settled on the spindly tree branches glisten like arms with finger
The homes lit up with different colored Christmas lights on eaves for the holiday spirit, 
A candle lit in the window a beacon for those that are traveling,
A warm welcoming to friends to come in and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, 
Wrapped in a warm quilt, enjoying Christmas stories 
And sit around the inviting fireplace.

A fresh cut blue spruce sits by the window decorated with delicate old glass 
Ornaments handed down, candy canes, toys, children’s handmade ornaments, 
an a star to light up the top of the tree, wrapped with strings of popcorn and 
cranberry garland, homemade cookies and cakes scenting the air

Carolers out in the chill of the winter night, all warm in stocking hats, wool 
Mittens, snow boots, and warm coats singing, 
Deck The Halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. 
Warming people’s hearts 

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

By Eve Roper 12/09/2014

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Music For You P.S. (adult content)

Music comforts the soul, cures that restless spirit.
       Some songs will make you crank up the volume so everyone can hear it....
Music can alter moods, and talk to you.
       Some songs have the remedy for what you're going through....
Music is good medicine for a broken heart,
       and yet some songs can turn around and tear it apart....Music has brought people all 
around the world together;
       And some melodies will keep playing on forever....
Music adds to the intensity of making love.
       Fuels that fire, you can't seem to get enough of....
Music makes me sad, glad, happy and mad.
       Some songs make me pick up a pen and pad....
Music makes me wanna pull a woman close, kiss her nose, remove her clothes, 
       suck her toes,
       And with Janet Jackson still singing "That's the Way Love Goes;" 
       Me and her make our own music video until her sweet nectar overflows!!!!!

Note: To my fav. soupers, I don't know your preferred genre of music and sometimes age 
plays a huge role in a persons tastes in music.  Since I don't know everyone's age, I'm going 
by gut feeling and the personalities I read on my comments and my soupmail.  If you guys 
download music;  I've written one song for the following people.  A song from me to you, so 
to speak. Be open minded and listen to the whole song.  Enjoy.  #1 Marty "Devil Woman" by 
Marty Robbins #2 Carol B. "These arms of mine" by Otis Redding #3 Charma "Words" by 
Anthony David #4 Raiin "Undead" by Hollywood Undead #5 Patty "Insatible" by Darren 
Hayes #6 Lolita "I Believe" by Blessid Union of Souls #7 Ladybug12 "Turn Back the Hands Of 
Time" by R. Kelly #8 Sue M. "As of you" by Raphael Saadiq #9 Highlander "Folsum Prison" 
by Johnny Cash #10 Sara "Sweet Dreams" by Patsy Cline #11 Brandee A. "I need you right 
away" by Smokey Noval #12 Donna "Unchained Melody" by Righteous Brothers #13 Linda-
Marie "Bonita" by No Mercy

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I want your love

To be no one,
you got to be someone,
to be nowhere,
got to be somewhere,
to deliver the words we all want to hear,

as the darkness,
lights the fire,
and the room gets,
brighter and brighter,
ever close you step into the room,

as the silk,
slips down your body,
skin like milk,
you move towards me,
whilst you run your fingers through your hair,

on this night,
you came over,
I was oblivious,
in my slumber,
you whispered these words in my ear,

I want your love,
I want you and me to be as one,
I want your love,
I want you and I to be together again...

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Song Dedicated to Rape Victim of Delhi

A Song If this is My Country.. This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song Lines Text in English. The Song contains many situations universal and of concern of many counties of the world. The Photos used in the Song too conveys some message and I hope my friends on Poetry Soup would let me have their opinion. The original Song can be viewed on my You Tube channel or through following URL A Song If this is My Country.. Part 1 If this is my country It is yours also Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 01 The dreams which we had seen To make this country A land, dearest to everyone On Earth.02 Those dreams are weeping And crying, Whenever they see You or me. 03 Is this the way To make a new world for us By nipping and crushing The dreams and expectations Of each and everyone. 04 By making the poor innocent children As street baggers What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. 05 If this is my country It is yours also Then why the woman’s respect Is looted everyday on its soil. 06 Is the man of today is so helpless That those who rob the respect of women Are set free every day, So that, they may rob again What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 07 You and Me both have born on this soil And on its soil only We would part our last breath. 08 After centuries of long struggles We had received back Our Garden And After great difficulties We had started seeing Some blooming. 09 We could have made it again A garden full of flowers A garden on which All the seasons Would spread their splendors. 10 But what you have made Of our montherland A story on which The world would only laugh. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th Jan. 2013 Dedication This Song is dedicated to that Bold Girl Rape Victim of Delhi Who has sacrificed her life So that Other Rape Victims Of India May be saved. Ravindra My Channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"

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I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine


How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?


Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous

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I know (Oppression)

One thing that I know all about, without any doubt
        The meaning of “Oppression of The Soul.”
               I once shattered all my dreams, with ill-gotten schemes
                      Along with every single goal
Emptiness is a real dark thing
        As it eats its way through your soul
              I found the bottom of the pit, all I can say of it
                       It truly was a very empty hole
I guess every story has a meaning
         Just as every game has a price
              If you look closely at me, you’ll be able to see
                      A lifetime of pain in my advice
Oppression is a real dark word
        Regardless of how the word is used
                 If you’re in the shadow of it, the bottom the pit
                          You know what it means to be abused
For years I walked in the shadows
      I had nothing but hatred for the Son
                I just couldn’t see, why it had to be
                        All the things in my life that had been done
If you were to look into my eyes
      And read all the stories they have to tell
            All you would be able to see, is pain and misery
                   A shadow that was in a living hell
I know all about oppression
     For it rolls upon the shores of hate
        I once looked in the mirror to see, a ghost living in me
             Just a skeleton walking through his fate
I also know all about redemption
     Behind every shadow there rest some form of light
                   With in the breath of a prayer, I learned how to care
                           Thus changing the course of my plight
Every story has a meaning
        There is a way to right any wrong
                Grasp to the light, and then hold on tight
                          As you search for the meaning of your song
My song once was heavy metal
         I truly loved to bang my head
                 An empty soul, with a bottomless hole
                          A never-ending hunger to be fed
Now my song is a ballad
        A story that is full of hope and love
                I learned how to pray, and give it away
                       Accepting grace from the Lord above
Oppression crosses our paths everyday
        It is everywhere to see
                You know what’s right, learn to stand and fight
                       You will have learned to be all that you can be

Written for the "Oppression of the Soul Contest)

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Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on!/profile.php?id=100001219732381

[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression  
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]

Take me away but I promise to sing a Song

Take me away from such a place, 
Where feelings and emotions, 
cannot be freely expressed. 

Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.

Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.

Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds, 
before they bloom and spread their smiles.

Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.

Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart, 
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.

Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.

I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,

When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back,  to such a place one day,

When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.

When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread, 
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.

When the human mind would be free to explore and express, 
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.

I promise I will come to such a land one day,  
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.

Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011


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The Voice of Her Mother- My Daughter's Gift

I've written the lyrics to two lullabies for my daughter, Shereen. I even made 
up the tunes, and I'd sing to her when she was a baby to put her to sleep. She 
still remembers those songs at 19 years of age. For my birthday last May, she 
wrote this poem as a gift....just like last year. The quoted parts are words taken from the lullabies. I adore my daughter, my greatest and most precious gift.

“When she smiles, I feel like a bird in the sky.”
The words softly sung to the weary child-
This bundle of whimpers
This armful of distress-
Hoping they’d ease her restlessness
Hoping they’d calm her disquieted heart…
And they did. 
Like nothing else ever could.
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

“She is the apple of my eye.”
Rocking gently in time with the tune, she swiftly fell 
Fell into a peaceful slumber 
Nuzzled in the warmth of her consoler 
Whimpers softened, distress vanished 
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother. 

“With laughter and joy she fills my heart”
Nestled in that kind embrace
The child, now almost grown
With tear-stained face and heavy heart
Couldn't fight the world alone
But whenever she was breaking, too tired to go on
She’d search for those same words-
To ease her restlessness
To calm her disquieted heart…
She’d search for those same words
To find them in those same arms.
And she’d fall. Like she always did.
Fall into that peaceful slumber
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

Written by Shereen Nathalie Ghali (May 18, 2014)

Please read The Month of May...which is Shereen's first birthday poem written for me and posted here. You will find it if you type the title in PS's search engine. It is a beauty and is in rhyme. 

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4th Grade Music Room

Under her guidance, we stood at attention
forming a row  for the national anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?"...those familiar old words
We would sing, not in unison
but with avid enthusiasm
out of tune, out of rhythm
with our childish delusions
that we were quite good!

As we  stood in the room
she would move down the line
with a frown in the lines
of her brow, then would bow
till her ear matched our voice
and her hand would be poised
with two fingers ensued
keeping time with the tune.

She would grit all her teeth
bite the inside of cheeks
Such a serious task!
it was all that she asked
that we our best

When we mastered, at last
She would gasp, then exclaim
as we sang each refrain
Mixed with tears, she would clap

I remember it now...
Here I stand in this row
with my hand on my heart
as the first strain imparts
Yes, I know those old words...
they'll remain part of me
'til the day that I die
"O Say, Can You See?"...still familiar to me

But no..............I can't see....

          There are tears in my eyes...

For the Project UFO Contest: Sponsored by Robert Heemstra

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Spring Showers

as the wind
in song 
and verse
within my soul
my poetic thirst

as vibrant  
as the wild daisy
each teardrop 
upon my face
I twist and turn 
in posy
lapping up 
the springtime rain 

with each 
pitter patter 
to greet my heart
I melt 
with each breath of beauty
as I impart

in crystal showers
as I fall back 
to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds 
of dynasty 
I am taken away

as the wind
in song 
and verse

untouched purity
this poetic birth


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Mystique Lady and the Unicorn - Nikko -

Mystique Lady and the Unicorn  (collaboration ~NIKKO)


An invisible string was created from the beginning of time,
it is wound around my horn, and bound to your heart
Each time your heart beats, you tug at this string,
drawing me closer to you

You are unaware of this, I love you
yet I fear and resist you, dear Lady
Not only have you captivated me, but my fate is in your hands

I am the last Unicorn in existence

Kings and nobles desire me for my horn, 
for it can purify poisoned wells
and they know only you have power over me

Sweet virgin, all I ask is
one song  to enchant my ears
one glimpse of your precious smile
one kiss from your ruby lips 
one whiff from your perfumed dress
...a single stroke from your gentle hands

and I shall dream of you forever

Betray me not please by handing me to the men

Let me lay my horned head on your lap even just once…
then set me free

by~ POET D.

You are Testing me my rear precious unicorn, 
every King has offered more than our beauty holds.
Unfold I will hide with you in a placed to protect us from every face.
Avoiding your poisonous horn, in which I fail to feed my soul with your purity.
I will move you from this revolution in which has troubled the monarchy.

Medieval strings of power to catch you~ your the last of your kind. 
My Unicorn you are the medicine, the symbol ones seeks to rule darkness.
With passion I hold a belief that your horn can heal illness, 
your strength will carry on.

Every time you returned to drink the waters of a no man's paradise,
I reach out to touch your radiance once a year.
Your horn can cure plague, rage, rabies, fever's and more!
Become my host let me wear you in this mystical amulet.
I will wear you as my jewelry while you lay your head on my lap.
My Unicom of purity, I will never tell the ingredient and secrets we share,
as we got lost in each others stare.

I will ride with you and never betray your existence.
Together we will gather the fresh fruit and CORN~
My precious unicorn my virginity is your dignity.
Bathe with me throughout my imortal long and healthy life.
I'll sing you a song good night.

Ali-corn you are the weight in gold, all emperors, will fall at my feet.
One kiss with my red ruby  lips!

I "guarantee" you a gift only we both see.
""If you believe in me, I'll believe in you!""  <--- (my favorite phrase)

A Collaboration with * NIKKO


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Nyx opened black arms
threading her twilight fingers 
and cradled my awe 
to turn my hair, white  
she filled my eyes with stars
firing a comet to 
the core of my heart 

my second breathe
carved dragons of fire,
as Aeolus filled each lung,
Terpsikhore sang music
into the life and death  
of this epic 


I taste a southerly breeze
catching it on the tip of my tongue
rolling it into my lungs
I sing appegio 
to throw a shadow of night

the circle of her arms 
has tightened, 
and the nebula 
in my eyes,
threaten to shoot 
from their sockets 

I have finally 
felt the meteor
lodged in my heart,
move in its longing 
for one last blaze 
of release, 

only the breath of God, 
holds for revelation


TERPSIKHORE (or Terpsichore) was one of the nine Mousai, 
the goddesses of music, song and dance. In late classical times
--when the Muses were assigned specific literary and artistic 
spheres--Terpsikhore was named Muse of choral song and 
dancing, and represented with a plectrum and lyre.

AIOLOS (or Aeolus) was the king of the winds who kept the 
stormy Anemoi Thuellai and Aellai locked away inside the hollow 
heart of the floating island of Aiolia. At the command of the gods 
he released these to wreck devastating storms. Since the Winds 
were often conceived of as horse-shaped spirits, Aiolos was titled 
Hippotades, "the reiner of horses," from the Greek hippos ("horse") 
and tadên ("reined in tightly").

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She is the fish-maiden of the night, a temptress that croons to the sky wading on gills of fondled thoughts, the bearer of one fine shipmate’s doom coasting on forbidden passion and trance. On waters’ edge before the stars pale, her body swivels before an ensnared time of charmed maneuver , a hesitant prowl; till the gentle fondness weeps a lonely desire. Laying her man on the crib of soft navel an aching dusk breaks a mermaid's tune ; his breath gasping against the shore while she clings to a howling wind, pleading for rescue into deep cave of moss. Suzanne Delaney's Mermaids new poem

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Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song
 In early morning’s misty light
 Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
 In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
 Turned yellow gold
 Surround her so pretty,
 Her song to me. Yes, I know 
the lark sings to me 

Its cheery new day song,
 As if there were no tomorrow –
 It whistles in the evening 
as if there were no
 Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
 By another, oh! What a lark!
 What a pair they make!
 I remember those same two larks
 Not far in the past –
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
 Day after day and through the summer; he
 Could go nowhere without her.
 He, was the one who sang to her
 Each new morning, the one
 Who courted her till each sundown,
 Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
 The one she could love forever, together
 They had built the nest for their offspring
 Now grown,
 Now gone.
 They’d been inseparable from day one,
 Even bickering, just two souls
 Disagreeing - still, he sang
 To her in the morning, sang to her
 Under the setting sun, and
In the autumn of their life
 They sang together, cheery
 As if there were no tomorrow
 Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
This morning
 I let out a sigh
 Remembering so well
 The dream I once held
 So tight.
 Will it come to pass?
 The answer came
 From the larks song each morning,
 Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
 Whistle in the evening,
 As if there were no yesterday,
 And I sing each day
 With faith.
 I whistle each evening
 To not let the sun go down
 On the morose, My love,
I will not let you down.
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12

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The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow

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Dusk's Reliever

A trickle of water,
A sound of peace,
The stream flies by,
Gallons at a time,
Through the near-silent dark,
The sun is almost at rest,
The moon but a crescent,
Shades of purple,
Shining across the fields,
The ice is slick,
As the temperature drops,
Crickets begin to chirrup,
The bird's song is no more,
The sky is quiet,
Except for the occasional,
Melody of a bat,
A breeze to cool the trees,
Is a song the leaves will dance to,
As children go to bed,
The owls awake to play,
Scouting for their breakfast,
As day's end is their morning,
The mice scurrying the ground,
Animals nocturnal,
Awake to join the party,
Time seems to move slowly,
For the sleeping,
Time is flying,
In fact,
To the sleeping,
It is already morning!

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The First Time Ever

The first time ever I saw your face
a pioneering heart began to race,
the first time ever I saw your smile
long journey but worth every single mile,
the first time ever your magical touch
sparks the memory I remember so much,
the first time ever a glimpse of your eyes
those that shamed the blueness of godly skies,
the first time ever in warm embrace
the sweetness of your breath one could taste.

The first time ever to hold you in dance
we held on tight in true loves romance,
beneath the moonlight to “This song is Blue”
yes together we dance just me just you.

The first time ever we said goodbye
the trial the tribulations of the saddest eye,
transferred to one’s sentiment does lend
this to vow this love will never end!

© Harry J Horsman 2013 
 the theme of this poem, borrowed from
Mandy Golden Girl Tams "The first time ever i saw your face"
the song which i love, and her wonderful poem of the same name which  i partically like! 
Thanks Mandy for a beautiful poem, and the inspiration!

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The Yearning

I yearn for truth in the deep 
recess of my soul,
for truth is a song celebrating life,
and life is the composition of all things.

I yearn for knowledge,
for without knowledge truth would
not be, and error would not be know,
for error is a song out of tune.

I yearn for wisdom,
for wisdom is a child in humble
access of truth,
having knowledge of error to correct
the unsung.

I yearn for peace,
peace is a free bird flying in
the open sky,
a joy to behold in perilous night
caressing the wind of time.

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If Only

If only it didn't just take a second to get to heaven
The devil's smiling, bet he didn't tell you it's the fast track to hell
My smile's only temporary, but so is this life sentence I've been given
I never was asked if I wanted to start living.

So I'm..
Hanging by a thread
My sanity is laughing at me
In the mirror, staring at the person 
Who seems to be wandering
Empty and lost, like a penny on tails
Unlucky and left behind, story of a person
Such as mine.

My confusion is confused
Piece of mind tattered and loose
The love song from my heart, sings to the wind
Carrying on, I think it's never to end
Because it winds like the river
Occasionally winks and sparkles
Off a sunset reflection, searching for a tomorrow
But sometimes deep blue
Sad, like the pulsing veins
Of a heartbroken poet
Insane in the brain.
If only you could see me, then maybe.
If only you could save me, yeah then maybe.

Then maybe
Tears wouldn't run down the face and
Hurry away from the pain in the eyes
Of a person with nightmares
And teardrop filled skies.

A person who dreams of a better tomorrow
But memories are the chains
Bearing back her heart 
And holding the jagged pieces together
From falling apart.

I'm lonely
Do you see my face?
I'm trying
To get a grip nowadays
Yeah you could help me
Get me out of this place
If only, yeah if only.

Hoping one day another
Will hear her song through the breeze
And linger back to the place 
Where she kneels hopelessly
Desired to be glued together
Band aid, or tacked
She just wants to become whole again
And never look back.
Wants to trampled by love
Stampeded to the beat
Of love and loyalty
Someone she can keep.

Her broken smile will reign
And she'll rip stanzas from her soul
Trickling toxic tragedies
Painting pictures in your eyes
Watch her sorrows like a movie
On replay in your mind.
Her theatre is her torture chamber
Lashing you down to your raw memories
Don't look around, don't hide
Don't let your mistakes trouble your mind
Your blood is flowing
And you've still got time
To change the future
Is to change your mind

Maybe, then maybe.
You could save me
After you save yourself
Then you could help me
I've got nobody else, if only.

If only.

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How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
       It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme.
 "Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by Chopin?  
       Also a song of rare beauty without words thrown in.
These two songs along with "Moonlight Sonata" were played by my son.
       He's an acomplished pianist who can play most any run.
He played these songs at my funeral last week.
       Don't be shocked all you people keep on sitting in your seat.
You Poetry Soup poets who are sitting there reading this write.
       Yes you!  Don't turn around and look behind you or look to the right!
Do you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now?
       Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
No don't look!  You won't see me. 
       My spirit is floating above your right shoulder freely.
I'm watching you read your poems.  Did you get some good comments today?
       Yes I saw where you wrote that beautiful verse, and that nice display!
You deserve that nice comment.  How about your soupmail?  Are there very many?
       Did someone tell you a secret?  Remember!  I won't tell and I know a plenty!
I've been watching you on Poetry Soup for hours writing your poems that rhyme.
       You're writing about love and mysteries, about cat tails, building spaceships and rhyme 
You're writing of happy new year, time warps, romantic longings and betrayals and how do 
        you do it,
       One of you says your poems are like children to you, one writes of beautiful women 
        with wit
And one of you even wrote of hanging berries!  And all of these wonderful poems I've read.
        I have hovered over many of you and you never even knew I was dead,  
Such wonderful talented writers we have on Poetry Soup. 
       Everyone writes his own style that belongs to this group.
So take heed when you sit down to write a new rhyme.
       And know that someone's watching you write all this time.
And when you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now.
       Well!  It's because of me!  I'm hovering over you somehow!

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Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.

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Folk Song of India Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees

A Folk Song of India My Video Song is also on You Tube Background Note: Its a story of a worried Farmer as his fields were dry because of no rains & the season of planting Rice was passing fast. His eyes were full of tears while thinking, what he would eat & earn if he fails to plant the Rice saplings without good Rains in his fields. The song conveys feelings of an Indian farmer, who often face such situations due to lack of rains. Rains felt pity & flooded his fields or his love for Trees & Nature. Folk Song of India- Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near his fields, How, he would plant, The saplings of Dhaan ( Rice). The clouds keep coming, But fly away and vanish soon, There are hardly few trees in the forest, Who can call and attract the clouds. To tell the clouds, The miseries of the farmer, As, clouds never overlook, The wishes of their beloved trees. But the trees could not convey and tell, The tortures and pains, they have suffered, One by one they have been cut and burned, By none other than their own nursing Man. Because of this only , The clouds often do not come, And run away without showering, When they see such humans. The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near his fields, How without rains he would plant, The saplings of Dhaan ( Rice). But that old farmer, Had planted many many trees, Thinking that the clouds, Came down on the ground. The eyes of the old farmer, Were wet and restless, Tears were appearing and were, Coming out, every now and then. The clouds hovering on the fields, Saw tears in his eyes, While wiping his tears, The clouds too began to weep. Then, it began to rain all over, And the fields got flooded soon, The old farmer raised his head, And saw towards the sky. After seeing all around, The fields flooded with water, The farmer with gratitude, Again & again touched the Rain clouds. Tears started flowing from his eyes, With happiness, And the clouds again showered more rains, To wipe the tears from the eyes of the old farmer. Then the time came to plant, The saplings of Dhaan (Rice), Without forests and their darling trees, Clouds hardly showers their love drops. The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near the fields, He would again plant, Many more and more tree this time. Kanpur India 24th July 2012center> Sub in Hon of LisaCooper for her Silver Tear contest

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Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 2/2

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  2/2


This folk song is based on the childhood incidents 
of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to 
please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the 
place where the divine Krishna  was brought up 
by his foster mother Yashoda.  

O,  Please tell me,      what  should  I    do,
Speak a word,  to   extinguish  my worries,
I   cannot   live,                 without   seeing,
The  alluring face of  our  naughty Krishna.  

O,   please tell my friend,                how  should  I  manage it,
What plea and excuse  dear,            I can tell     in my  home,
How to go back to home,           without  Gagariya and Chunri,
Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me. 

Stunned  and mesmerized,  by the magic of our   Krishna, 
I stand here only,        in a state of being sweetly robbed,
Instead of searching my  Chunri and Gagariya,    O Sakhi,
I am trying to touch his alluring image only,   in  the water. 

Kanpur India 26 10 2010

(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)

*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model
lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being.
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend

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Land Of The Desert

Little grows in this famished land,
its sad song eerily carried upon the wind
is seldom heard across a land spurned by nature,
as if, 
destined to be laid bare.

an indescribable beauty,
defiant of nature, is evident to those 
who take time to witness
what lies before them,
yet remain cautious of the danger  
this beauty contrives. 

Life survives precariously,
a testament to its resilience,
each day a challenge, 
this land of desert
offers safe harbor to none.

A sad song is eerily carried upon the wind,
each verse a warning,
enter this land of desert,
death alone is guaranteed.

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Sounds of Three Visitors to My Garden

Early morning, the trill 
with a buzz, is weighted toward the beak,
tail twitching, side to side, 
underside barred: my friendly wren.

The click in the heavy heat of summer
the bright flame on winter day or hidden in shade
the silent rustle, the graying double, 
steady chew, chew, chew, encouraging tweets:
my pair of nesting cardinals.

Nightfall, the flump, flump of wings plop down,
or rise up to say who, who: mourning dove's lament
songs by which to sleep and dream.

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An Ode To A Friend

We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,

She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.

"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...

She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.

The title was "I Love To Dance!"

How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"

Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..." 

I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"

I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"

Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.

Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".

My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!

My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still

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A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends

A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.
I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen in My Photo page on World Art Foundation This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically. A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place Where ever you see the land is dry And all the fields and trees Are waiting for your showers To get wet and to kiss Your ever refreshing Rains. You bless them With your nectar like Rains So their fields too May yield grains And their forests may be blessed With your love drops To again enfold you In their sweet and loving embrace.
O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place And give them The blessings of Your Beautiful immortal Rains. Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012
NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India. Ravindra 27th Aug. 2012

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We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 

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Till last Magnolia blooms

Coffee bean scent still fills the air with each new sunrise in our log cabin My arms around me embrace the winds of Winter gone Every sky-night windowpanes glow in silent mist Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds reflecting shadows on empty sheets< Star clusters shine 'bove velvet shores sand-wish away from our bare toes Another year,another month,another thought I can't freeze time or make a clone First magnolia blooms on a bare branch Buzzing bees extract nectar from moist corolla Coloured wings flutter on melting icicles Sunbirds return with a sweet song But what is a song without a symphony What is music with no slow dance His hand-pressed petal still mark the chapter between stained pages The dusty shelves recall my mind recall my heart,recall my soul For the last time these eyes would linger before leaves curl,before buds wither before moons move on,and I let go.

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When I see your charming face Kawaali

Male Voice  
When I see,                    your charming face,   O love,
I feel proud of my luck,                           once    again,
And my heart wants to rejoice,                     the truth,
God must be living,           somewhere near the grace.		

When I look deep  into                          your  enchanting eyes,
Life began to look, so beautiful                       and  full of craze,     
When I touch,                                              your silky Rosy lips,
I feel a wave of pleasure,                 running somewhere in me.

Female voice
When you come,	      close to my heart, O love,
My eyes feel shy,			        to look at you,
Feeling the fragrance of your          body  my love,
My life began to shower,         its blessings on me.			

And whenever,                     my eyes meet with you, 
I feel a lightening in my heart,                somewhere,
As if,    on the pages of my heart and mind,    O love,
You have written a story,       which shines with love.			

Male voice
Even if I want to forget,    it does not happen,   O love,
Never ever your image,         vanishes  from my sight,
The moment I remember,              your charming face,
A poem starts playing on my mind,                  O  love. 		

Female voice
The world of heart,                        is an amazing place,     
And the traditions of society are such,      in every age,
Here the moment two hearts sings,       a song of love,
The world began its best, to make it a song of sadness.		

Male voice
After listening your story,   		                I feel, O love,
We too have to follow,                  the tradition of true love,
Still,  our soul would meet,       if not here,  high over there,
Where no one would ever,           get a chance to betray us.		

Female voice
We see the same story of tragedy,             in every age, O love,
Whether it was Heer and Ranjha* or               Romeo and Juliet,
Whenever two hearts meets and celebrate,  the festival of love,
The world becomes envious,                          for  both the lovers.	

It is not easy to change,                          the feelings of jealously and hatred on
As its lives not only in the east or  west,                   or in the north or   south
of earth,
It flows in the blood streams of human beings      and its grows with passion and lust,
We would change the traditions  of the world & would make a new world beyond earth.	 	      

11th Jan. 2011

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But when the rain falls

The dryness of the land 
reminds me of my lost dreams
the ones that could 
not find their ways
in droughtful seasons
the whistling of dry leafless 
trees blown by a sharp wind 
is a song of sadness to me
a song which tells a story
that my tongue will not pronounce
for my tears will refuse
to remain calm in the eyes
But when the rain falls
i feel deep down inside
a wave of fresh inspirations 
sweeping through
and a new song of hapiness
telling a story 
of a great, joy filled future

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Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

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The Mystique of the Lady and the Unicorn

An invisible string was created from the beginning of time, it is wound around my horn, and bound to your heart Invincible. Each time your heart beats, you tug at this string, drawing me closer to you You are unaware of this, I love you yet I fear and resist you, dear Lady Not only have you captivated me, but my fate is in your hands I am the last Unicorn in existence Kings and nobles desire me for my horn, for it can purify poisoned wells and they know only you have power over me Sweet virgin, all I ask is one song to enchant my ears one glimpse of your precious smile one kiss from your ruby lips one whiff from your perfumed dress ...a single stroke from your gentle hands and I shall dream of you forever Betray me not please by handing me to the men Let me lay my horned head on your lap even just once… then set me free ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* You are Testing me my rear precious unicorn, every King has offered more than our beauty holds. Unfold I will hide with you in a placed to protect us from every face. Avoiding your poisonous horn, in which I fail to feed my soul with your purity. I will move you from this revolution in which has troubled the monarchy. Medieval strings of power to catch you~ your the last of your kind. My Unicorn you are the medicine, the symbol ones seeks to rule darkness. With passion I hold a belief that your horn can heal illness, your strength will carry on. Every time you returned to drink the waters of a no man's paradise, I reach out to touch your radiance once a year. Your horn can cure plague, rage, rabies, fever's and more! Become my host let me wear you in this mystical amulet. I will wear you as my jewelry while you lay your head on my lap. My Unicorn of purity, I will never tell the ingredient and secrets we share, as we got lost in each others stare. I will ride with you and never betray your existence. Together we will gather the fresh fruit and CORN~ My precious unicorn my virginity is your dignity. Bathe with me throughout my immortal long and healthy life. I'll sing you a song good night. Ali-corn you are the weight in gold, all emperors, will fall at my feet. One kiss with my red ruby lips! I "guarantee" you a gift only we both see. "If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you!" **a collaboration with pd ^_^!

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Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 1/2


This folk song is based on the childhood incidents of  8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village by his loving playfulness.  Gokul is the place where the
divine Krishna was brought up by his foster mother Yashoda about 5000 years back.  

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  1/2

When the golden rays of Sun peeped,
From behind the hanging dark clouds,
My mind bloomed touching the rays,
As flowers bloom seeing the Sunshine,

O my friend, I came to Punghat*,
To collect water from the   river,
And was about   to dip and fill it,  
In my empty earthen, Gagariya*,

Suddenly   Krishna,*    appeared   there, 
From where,   I do not know,      Sakhi*,
My Gagariaya*,  slipped from my hand,
Even my Chunariaya* also drifted away,

Now, how to go home tell me, my friend,
Without,         the water pot and     water,
From where,     I can get my Chunariaya*,
To cover myself,       before I reach home.

Such  is the magic of Krishna &  his  flute,
They enchants our  mind & heart,    Sakhi,
O, even  I hear,     the melodies of his flute,
When he is nowhere, around me, O Sakhi,

You   also   feel,         as   I  feel,  for  our  dear  Krishna,
Suffering as I suffer, still smiling in our hearts my friend,
Does the melodies,                of his ever enchanting flute,
Lives in your mind and heart,   like me,              O, Sakhi.

Kanpur   India    23 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] 
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend

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God Watered For Me

One light clap
Then boom, boom
Wind, rain, storm

Willow threw her head back and laughed as the wind whipped her hair
Large raindrops then faster, smaller and plentiful
All the earth was singing praises, the song of the ages, all the earth sang praise

Delighted at the wind~ going out under the eves of the house
Breathing in the moist air, enjoying the zephyr blowing 
I was singing praises, the song of the ages, I was singing praises

Two months since we had any rain to amount to much
All was dry, the plants and trees were hurting, the garden needed rain 
Those irrigating hoses just don't bless the earth like rain

The clouds linger the moist air floats about 
Birds of the air are quiet relishing each moment
Thanksgiving today for God watered for me

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Song of a Teenage Girl 2/2

Concluding Part 

The song expresses the feelings of an Indian village girl. Her parents have fixed her
marriage (It generally happens in the rural areas of India, even to-day). She is about to
leave for the first time for her in-law’s place. She do not want to go to her  father in
law’s place leaving her parents, her soul mates friends the animals and birds.  The song
sketches the tender feelings of her heart for her Mother, Father and Brother & for the
animals and birds, whom she used to look after until now as her most precious friends and
who taught her how to sing a sweet song.  

The Song of a Teenage Girl                2/2

Still if you have decided to send me to my in laws, place, O dear,

This year, O My Dear Father and Mother please, 

Do not forget to send my brother on Rakhi* 

So that I can tie up the Rakhi String* on the wrist of my sweet brother.

You know O Mother, being a newly wedded bride, I won’t speak much in my in laws place.

If I speak, who would bother to understand the feelings of my heart.

Still if you have decided to send me to my in laws, place, 

O Mother, Please don’t forget, what I have told you today,

Only then, your daughter would be happy in her new alien place. 

Kanpur India 17th October 2010  
* Sasural. A Hindi word. Meaning father-in-laws place
*alien place.  The place of in-laws generally remains alien for  rural girls,  as their
marriages are fixed by the parents & in some cases, even the husband remains totally
unknown to the bride. 
* Koyal. The melody singing bird of India. 
* Rakhi.   Rakhi is a festival of siblings of opposite sex, 
which symbolizes the love &  the emotional bond between them. 

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Song Cry

A song of a blind bird,
stale and cry.
hymn of a song in hormony to fly by,
is sure to set  feet.

Note by dexter fold arms to sheeps,
foil and cope,
with the mild do throttles to thirst,

like symantec of dirtection,
as the heaven snips to the moon rites of memories,
learning time motion of tears,
my heart flirts with literature ,
like hope to a good well.

note of notice,
just luck of verbal communication,
to conscience of intelligence of just words,
and tone turn to lust,
and lust turn to light moods,
where did i leave my capitavite?
in this room.

like a flower to dawn,
we rise together, 
morning to sweep of shore,
like a pastor store in barrels, 
for the fruit of yesterday to pour,
for todays taste ,
of years to past,
of course it was a good year.

like tinkle bell to a warm  berry,
my wish is sit next to you.
to reach is to bring towards,
 to be patient is to remain of stone.

i'm pasting my self with this meal.
to bring friendship to a new conclusion.
will you sit eat with me and bring in the New Year.
or will be know as our anniversary a reason to write.
I mean a reason to continue to write was left to be written!!!

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Music and Memories

When music sounds, 
all that I was I am
I give my Spirit to the flood of song

O even wings of music, bear my soul!
Bathe me in pure delight, and make me strong.

Music I heard with you 
was more than music, 
I seem to hear those songs again
waking thoughts, that have long slept
and make me smooth as balm and oil again.

My raptured spirit soars on high,
I keep such music in my brain
in faded eyes, that have long wept
a song of home, a deep celestial strain

which now I hear soaring
above my own breath,
and the round notes
flutter and tap, about the room

but the music is lost
and the words are gone;

and so the song breaks off, and I’m alone.

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Mountain Birds

“SQUAWK, Squawk, squawk” ,the Bald Eagle’s song of Freedom, Liberty and Serenity

bird Houses, in my backyard are filled with baby Chickadees , Whining , is their Song
If they Knew by the end of Summer, in stillness before the Rain: Phoebe - Tranquility
 the clouds Thicken and Blacken : the Chickadee puffs her chest, sings Phoebe song
The rain  softly Crying a Phoebe’s resounding  echoes , Chickadees, duel Ability
 the sky is blue:  the wind is calm: a single Phoebe "warning" believe in Her Validity

His Bright Red Plumage
He can not hide from my Eyes
Tapping and rapping, His song 
There’s no Special  beat
A Redheaded Woodpecker
Tap, Tap, Tap, Rap, Raps his Song

So close sits this Robin beside me
No Songs, just the Promise of Spring

Inspired by the Contest : " For(Four) Beautiful Birds" 
Sponsored by CONSTANCE~~A Rambling POET~~
Written :  May 1st - 2nd, 2011 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                              5th Place

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A Christmas Song for You on Xmas

center Christmas Song for Christmas 2012 This Song is a gift for all my Christian friends on the Xmas Day. Soon I would place it on You Tube also.Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year 2013 to all my friends. Ravindra You who is our savior sublime, You who made our heart so kind, Through prayer you taught us, To reach near You Through tears you taught us How to pardon others. Through Love and Kindness, You have showed us The lofty heights, Through benevolence You purified the hearts full of sins. And by bearing our sufferings On your shoulders O’ God, You taught to smile even in strife, O God, How beautifully you have taught us, To win hatred with love and sacrifice. Ravindra Kanpur 25th Dec. 2012

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My first that loved me in new ways.
From an A-frame in Arters Mill’s country,
To parties on a Charm City’s river.

Stoned in the rush and hope of our youth,
As memories were cured in crimson and gold,
Certain songs started playing on your radio.

Reminding me of a choice I didn’t want,
And the only thing I couldn’t give you.

Your virtue denied me other excuses,
Leaving me alone fighting the truth.

I kept stalling for change or the right time,
Taking twelve rounds to realize, neither was coming
To save me from hurting you.

Twenty five years later,
And it still feels like a sin.

A Proverb’s woman far above the rubies,
Breaking and keeping those parts of me wishing,
That I had loved you.

Contest: I love Rock n Roll
Inspired by the song:
‘A Man I’ll Never Be’
by Boston

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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 

Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 


I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night


Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 


Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight

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Dawn is What We're After

     The song we once 
     is the song we
will hear 
The dreams we once had 
      are now displayed in the 
colors of a thousand rainbows 
   Are you ready 
for a new look at reality ?
   Peace - like a shining star 
becomes the real armor 
    which shields us 
from the terrors of 
this world 
Becomes the power 
    that makes our hearts beat 
    The sun is 
still shining down on us 
  Let us take joy 
       in this brand new day

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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE

As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God

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At eases rest, he sits waiting,
The guitarist.
Withered arthritic hands,
Shake now.
His study gaze strains,
To read the noted page.
Thoughts drifting, pondering,
A gentler pace.
Reflections pause, amongst, 
Remembrance still waters.
Life's forgotten rambler, 
Traveling along destiny’s,
Long lost highways.
Castaways absent player, 
In limbos mindless game.
A migrant hobo, 
Leaving reality's seasonal,
Venues behind.
God's harvest lies beyond,
In glories golden fields.
No lyrics express liberation’s,
Abandonment, freedoms release,
From pains well worn shell.
Lifted above griefs, loving kindred,
Peal away regrets many veils,
Layer by layer exposing,
Destiny's beauty in misty hews. 
A new adventure begins,
On horizons, magnificent canvas,
Behold a grand expanse.
A spirit soars, following an
Everlasting light.
It is peace without expression, 
Mankind’s ultimate fulfillment,
And loves final achievement.
Celebrations joy receives salvation's, 
Lost lamb.
In hymens sacred choir he'll join in,
Playing God's gospel, angel's voices,
Are raised in praise.
Strumming at his best, 
Within divinities,
Heavenly band.
Sweet melodies song echoes, 
Beneath stars shinning light.
The music man smiles,
 I've finally come home at last.


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Queen Esther The Song

(Esther 5: 2)

(Chorus:  Part 1)

Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...

Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...

(Chorus:  Part 2)

Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way

... Walk Like Queen Esther ...

Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always

and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther

(Main Song)

The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *

so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther

( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )

             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/17/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady

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sexy mood

tonight i woke up in a sexy mood
and i wanted to make love to you 
disadvantaged by your absence all i could do
was play my favorite song and think of you
i got down on my knees and prayed to God
while i sing these lyrics let me make love
and while i was kneeling i sang with my heart
i don't know but i must believe in what i had done
deep down in my soul i know she was the one
a breif moment in time just long enough
to put us together and in God we trust
i wish i could be with you but my life must go on
i'll keep you in my memory as i play my favorite song
and when i'm in my sexy mood and i need to be with you
i'll get down on my knees again and i'll make love to you

that song Bryan Adams "Have you ever really loved a woman?"

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Oh Those Blues

My blues, haunting sounds I take out on my acoustic guitar.
Spiced up melodies, finger picking out my blues my way.
Those bends, holding down a string, subtle scooping of a note,
Hitting the sweet spot on those bends, oh those bends I play.
The blues I feel deep within my bones, freeing my soul way down.
The licks mean something when they come out of my guitar.
Picking is my way to release my pain, developing my own tone.
When they come out, the only soul I have to play with is my own.
My face says it all, soulfulness, sorrow, love and the getting hurt.
Sounds of my blues come from within, deep within my heart.

Singing all the sadness,and pain, the disappointments of my life.
The experiences made me who I am. You can hear it in my voice.
I have to go deep down to the depths of my soul where sun shines,
And muck is stored deep within my gut. A sad lonely place, blues.
Expressing with music releases all my pains that needs to come out.
My face says it all, a soulful bluesy release valve, creating calm within.


For Becca Lucas's contest, "Chasing The Blues Away"

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Her nature was gentle, and as soft as the rain
A butterfly so fragile, with procelin skin
Fragrant blossom, nectar sweet
Bathed in humbled innocence...
Entrapment came regaled in white 
With western charms, this wasp would sting
He picked this budding branch with false intent
His kisses spent, upon her dainty cheeks
So into bliss she flew, caught by wily arms
and promises of love, with no intent to keep
With fickle breath he stole her heart
And played the part without a thought, without a care
He was an actor upon this stage....the cage
a nuptial made as thin as air

He said farewell, with lies and smiles
To sail awhile, across the rolling seas
Leaving needles in her heart
Her frail wings pierced upon the day
And when those falsehoods sailed, her love impaled
While far away, he spent his charms in other arms

Her face would stare upon the tides
Her eyes would cry soliloquies
Her song would yearn...would he return?  
Her trust swept into waves...
And then a year or more would pass, 
The child she bore, stood by her side...
And still love lasts, and while she waits, the ocean breeze
would carry on,  those restless seas, the haunting song ....
Would carry on and on....she calls.........she calls his name...

With futile hopes to ease her pain
Her shame to learn the truth, and then to finally learn
Another shore......another bride!!
Another shore......another learn such truth...the final dread!
She cannot lift her head...the loss....the pain.....! OH! Hide thy face!
Oh! Such honor black with shame
What cannot be erased.......too much is dead!

Her death will free the fragile wings
Upon her knees, the final bend
By her own hand......her father's knife
Will take the life of Butterfly.                         BUTTERFLY!!      Butterfly!        ....butterfly!....

("Man's love of his life a thing apart............'Tis woman's whole existence")

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The Blue Ballad

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers.
Speaks an incomprehensible raspy language to subconscious;
Mind unaware,eyes chained to where blue meets azure.
Mourning waves wailing past sorrows unforgettable.

Scorching sun above witness, time's healing ointment
Calms sloshing, turns to gurgling, frothing & silence.
Waves' heights mark decibels, joy & pain quantified,expressed.
Wisened serene waters meditate,singing soothing hymns
To lone hearts seeking life's meanings in the abstract.

Descending  blanket of darkness muffles frolicking surf.
Agony laden screams, writhing to escape clutch of terrors
Unknown. The blue deepens, murky black leaves sea affected.
Penance of shouting, weeping & sobbing at the altar
Of solitude, fruits into return of pristine innocence.Rebooted.

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers,
Carriers of secret messages,unheard stories & salty tears.
Caressing sleeping ears, rise,rise to the sounds of the sea.
Rise...rise soon for a new Blue Ballad lies in wait.
                                  -©Viraj Shah 30.11.2013

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Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

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Catch Me If You Can

Daphne a poodle is a very happy pup
With a pom-pom tail and a button nose
And two eyes filled with glee.
Daphne is a pedigree, a breed with energy.
She is made of curls from head to toe,
And the color of honey gold.
Daphne the poodle, she's lively as can be,
For when she's given her favorite toy
She begins to prance and play.
Look at Daphne go,
Running here and there and all around retrieving toys for you and me.
Woof Woof Woof
Woof Woof Woof
Catch me if you can.
She'll only pause a moment when she hears me holler, "Stop"
Then she begins to prance and play again, running all around.
Catch me if you can.

(* Rhythmically read like "Frosty The Snowman")
For the contest, 'Calling All Pets', Sponsored By SKAT-AB-SIN THE

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Radhas Love Song 01

English version of the Radha’s Love Song   1/2  Prelude on page 2

Those swinging trees and birds flying in the sky,
Those green creepers and the lovely Gokul*  hills,
Amid which, we used to play and get lost,  
In listening and feeling your enchanting flutes and charms, O Krishna*,
The bank of Yamuna* and your playing of flutes, 
They all looks deserted without your magical tunes.  01

Everything of Gokul* have become tired, in waiting for you O, Krishna*, 
Although ages have passed, only my eyes are still not tired, 
While waiting for a glimpse of your enchanting looks, 
Please come and show me at least your face, O, Mohan*,
Now even the water streams, running from our eyes too, 
Are at the edge of getting dried, while showering the tears,
In waiting for you for such a long time, O Mohan. 02

The lamp of hope only,  is still burning, O Krishna
Ever since you left, all other supports have vanished in the air,
Still if you cannot come to Gokul*, 
Just do not come,
But please do not send anyone to console my suffering heart,
By giving me false assurances and 
The teachings of sacrifice and patience, O Krishna. 03

Please do not send anyone,   to make me understand,
That you cannot return to Gokul,
Leaving the affairs of your Kingdom, O Krishna,
These efforts would only break the barrier of my patience,
Bursting those feelings, which have accumulated 
In the reservoir of my love since ages,
And do not break my false hopes that you would come one day
As it the last and the only Hope of my life and living,
O Mohan, my most beloved sakha* and love, O Krishna. 04

Kanpur India 29th June 2011


*Radha- Radha is the incarnation of Lakshmi (goddess of wealth and prosperity as per Hindu
religion), the consort of Lord Vishnu, the most beautiful of the Gopi girls, and lover of
Lord Krishna.

*Krishna- is a central figure of Hinduism and is traditionally attributed the authorship
of the Bhagavad Gita. He is an Avatar of Vishnu and considered in some monotheistic
traditions as the Supreme Being. Krishna is identified as a historical individual who
participated in the events of the Mahabharata.

*Gukul- a place where Krishna was brought-up by his foster mother Yashoda.

*Mohan- Mohan is the other name of Krishna 


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Filled with Song

My fingers brush the strings of an old guitar, hidden away in the closet in my room.
A small smile plays my lips and I close my eyes, picturing me playing that guitar.
Me singing some song on a bench in the rain.
Singing the music that makes my heartbeat pulse through my whole body.

I can sing. I know I can, I just need practice.
I laugh as I picture the look on my friends faces when I tell them this.
I smile and put the guitar away, all the while thinking of how I'd love to learn to play 
that guitar.
To go to a friends party and sing. To make them feel what I do when I ride a high 
brought on by nothing more or less than music.

Breathless, I sit on my bed, my face glowing.
I will learn. I will learn to let out the song that makes my heart fill with so much joy I 
feel like I'm going to explode.

Still smiling, I put on my favorite music and let that high take me to a higher place.

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Louder Then Words

paper hearts can never foil 
the obvious from happening 
you speak of despair 
like you come 
from a place of happiness 
you fuel me 
like the water liquor burns 
we move 
like the fire of hearts 
young and torn 

after all you're left for dead
you better off coming off your meds
the sweetest thing you said to me
is actions speak louder than words

i'm no longer yours to forgive or forget 
living like cliches 
the secret is to forgive and forget
counting down the days 
the minutes you mark 
i'll be here when the hours are dark 
roaming like children 
screaming of riddles in the park
easy like noah never parked his ark 
gritty like paper hearts 
we never fold 
the sweetest thing i was ever told 
"actions speak louder then words" 

after all you're left for dead
you better off coming off your meds
the sweetest thing you said to me
is actions speak louder than words

i'm no longer yours 
to forgive & forget
i'm no longer yours 
to live with regret

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The Song of Peace

The Song of Peace

On the ground,
a man is walking,
a soldier driving his tank,

there are flowers
on both sides of the road
noone sees the flowers

the man is killed
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.

the soldier is killed,
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.

the man and the soldier,
meet beneath the ground,
and grow flowers
in an eternal garden...

the road is empty
there are no men,
nor soldiers

just flowers,
waving in the evening breeze,
singing the song of peace,

But nobody hears it!

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Parody to Chris brown's song Dont Judge Me

Why you wanna go there ?
I don’t wanna go there, 
I guess I gotta go there,
 you asked me out on a date,
 then we go to a place that I hate, 
you said the place would be nice,
 but all I get is a sweet tea no ice,
 not even a parfait with granola,
 tal vez él habla española? 
So please don’t ask me, 
and I wont ask you, 
because if you wanna date again, 
then you better let me supersize

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My Friend

Where will you go my friend
on water that moves with you
somewhere the sky is watching you
seeking fortune among the waves
my friend
The sun will shine on you
between life and love you search
my friend
nights sublime will you go with you
Go seek your loves
among the island's life my friend
among the waves that come 
each day will welcome you
with open arms my friend
Without a care your way
You'll pass this way again
and I will welcome you
until the end my friend

contest.. More Song Lyrics

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The Power Of Music

When no one else understands
Or seems to even care
One thing that I find comforting
Is that music is always there

Just as the loneliness begins to take hold 
When your heart continues for love, to long
One thing that can heal, I’m told
That’s the power of a song

Ballads and anthems, rock and blues
Or perhaps some pop and dance
Of all the many kinds you may choose
Give music a chance

It’s quite amazing, The Power Of Music
So scream it from the rooftops for all to hear
And whisper it in loneliness, when no one is near
Wherever and whatever you are, acknowledge The Power Of Music

Let the notes soothe your heart
And the beats heal your soul
Feel your sorrows and pain restart
As it is restored to your control

Feel your feelings understood, so sing it out loud
Spill the emotions on the floor
Whether you’re all alone or in a crowd
Just know that music is the cure

Therapeutic, consoling, and never judging
Telling you “It will get better soon”
Music provides the heart the necessary budging
That’s the power of a tune

It’s quite amazing, The Power Of Music
So scream it from the rooftops for all to hear
And whisper it in loneliness, when no one is near
Wherever and whatever you are, acknowledge The Power Of Music

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Burning Embers

Burning Embers (A New Song)

Perhaps a song within still shimmers…
like the embers of a long forgotten fire
awaiting new kindling.

The old lyrics forgotten, as the logs that
did burn, that warmed the soul no longer
in harmony with the spirit: 
…stripped of the notes that once crackled
 and sparked when a harsh stirring 
 occurred in the heart
…a cord or two gone up in life’s flames
 sending with it a chorus of pain
 rising in blinding smoke.

Perhaps within the ember’s glow rests
that new song with a refreshing melody… 
hope glowing in the ashes.

By: Debra Squyres

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Flow Gently, Sweet Amazon

Sweet Amazon, my River Styx.
Only this time you carried me out of Hell
Into a life that’s real and true.
Shall I now approach the throne of grace
With only shame in my heart and empty hands,
Having sacrificed all that’s good and true
On the altar of other people’s ideas and opinions?

The quiet voice of spirit sings its song of love and strength
From out the Amazonian depths.
It silences the drone of lack and complacency,
The death knell of the common man.

I now drink deeply of the current of my life, my enthusiasms.
I drink deeply from my true love’s flow and majesty.
Flow gently, Sweet Amazon.
Your song is mine to sing.

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Strange She is

I felt her there
Seems so strange
Lost in memories
Hope maybe fading
By and By
The seas are changing
Seems so jaded

These clouds are greying
This place i be leaving
This life i be changing
Strange she seems to me

Love once there 
Gone for sure
No chance of feeling
Years have gone by
She can't haunt me no more

The clouds are clearing
This place i be leaving
This life i am changing
Strange she is to me

Memories i have
Smiles I'll enjoy
Won't see up close
Her heart is in something great

This sun is shining
This place I'll leave
Never will return
I let her be free
So i can be me
These clouds will not grey for us no more
She's all strange to me for sure

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Thornbird Paradox (for DG)

Tell my heart no humpty dumpty tale of love
For I have seen winter's deceit flowed like tears
And sit green where the grass was brown
As Methusalah's dream of heaven. So let me
Believe that one that bird nestless
Shall break out singing at the edge of my heart
So let me dream of love

Callous and cold I did not know
When first you came soft as rain upon the skin
How foolish I thought I was the dance
That make the clouds to melt their milk
Ah but the music still play, my love
And thornbird refuses to cry
Refuses to fly
Until you come again, until I live
For a man must live before he dies.

Then speak no more in silence what is true
Nor dance alone behind the fence of dream
I am awake where sleep longs to break through
And give that Midas all my broken screams
Shall gold be cold as ice evermore
Shall winter's milk not sail the barren tongue
The thornbird finds no trees on sandy shore
The song is phoenix ash in its lung

O let me touch the garment where virtue leaps
O let me one jolt of memory that love may keep
A song to sing to where virgins weep
The silence of the fusing flesh, the joy time reaps

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A Song

Songs which will never be sung,
of sadness, despair and nightmarish dreams,
Songs which will never be heard,
of lost loves, pain, and gloomy days,

Take a journey of dreams with me,
So i can sing of unfathomable love,
For this song i have written with cupid's aid,
One with a melody of love and trust,
In this magical night, our music pushes all negativity aside,

Back to the realm of creativity i shall travel,
To write more songs to see your smile,
Though my destination lies over a thousand miles,
To sing you a new song each night,
it'll be indeed worthwhile.

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Let's go see
This maybe all we need
Roads wide open
Hearts a racing
This time is now
This dream worth chasing

I hold you close 
You guide my eyes
You made up my heart
Time to let me be

Seems so yesterday
Those wonder years
This place was all I needed
But something lead me astray
Caught in a moment
No chance of changing
Won't rethink all that has happened

I hold you near
You make up my soul
Life is about reliving

I can't take that anger away
I can't make you see
All i will do is make you believe

Let us go see
What is in store
Shed no tears
Because your baby I'll always be

Hold me close and you shall see
How proud i will make you be
Let's just go see how your love will grow

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Don't Get Lost In Fantasy

Follow the Yellow Brick Road
So the song say

Follow it, follow it on down to something
Something good to make your day

Follow the Yellow Brick Road
To your own personal OZ, your own land of fantasy

And leave behind the cold harsh logical truth
of the cruel world known as reality

Come all and live in a world where you have the power
To mold it however you see fit

Shape your fantasy into a world where you and whomever
Can properly fit in it

To live in a dream world with no, pain, no suffering
No drowning in past sorrows

Just to look forward
to the brightness of tomorrow

Where the people are smiling standing together
All equals side by side

Not one face is hanging in shame
But held high with pride

The buildings reaching higher and higher
Oh Lord look how they reach so high

The birds sing their song as they move
through the sky

But sadly, like every story that is steep
in the genre of fantasy

The time came too fast, it quickly passed

Your dream world of joy turns upside down
into something dark and downright scary

Your colorful world turns dismal ash

The people are no longer smiling, Their
just cold blank lifeless faces

Crowding in various worn out places 
and spaces

Where did the joy go. What brought this depressing atmosphere
you thought you've escaped from.

But in your growing despair, you haven't noticed
there's more dread to come

The buildings are crumbling

The yellow brick road is breaking

The people are disappearing

Your wonderful Metropolis is fading

You become frighten, nay
you become frantic

You look for a way out
Oh Lord where is the exit

Then the ground caves in
right where you're standing

And now you're falling

and falling


Grasping for anything, screaming for anyone listening

Now you've fallen into the dark maelstrom
of nothing, completely lost, forevermore vanishing

What a way to go. A downer, bittersweet ending
to this sad sad story

What is the moral of it all


Pray that you don't get lost in the evanescent land of Fantasy

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My Special Soup Buddy

John you are a world full of passion and music

A lovable romantic, 

A  musical song bird who sings in the choir

A preacher who is knowledgeable of the Bible

A warm hearted Christian soul

Who is the passionate writer you all know

A friendly, brotherly type with a sympathic ear

One brother, two sisters and a mother who is dear

Someone who has seen the hard part of life

Someone who has faced adversity and came out just right

Someone who I am proud to call my friend

Someone who was willing to try and make a difference

So song bird, my special buddy to you I salute.

(For the contest I chose my buddy John Loving iii)

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You can tell the song of the girl too afraid to sing
To the beat of her own drum from miles away
Her song has no life

You can hear the song of the suppressor 
Who makes that girl afraid to sing 
To her own heartbeat 
The suppressor’s song is sung loud 
And with authority 
To cover his own insecurities

You can differentiate between followers and leaders too
 The followers sing an old familiar tune 
Together so their voices blend 
No one can hear individual voices 
There is safety in numbers
 The leader’s song breaks free 
A melody that soars so high 
That others look up to it

Some don’t fall into any set category
 Their songs weave into everyone else’s
 Trying different tunes and octaves 
They belong nowhere and everywhere 
And don’t stay anywhere for long

Others sing their song on a different frequency
 That few can hear and enjoy 
But who’s to say the song is good or bad 
When we don’t take the time
To tune in and truly hear

The songs of man and girl alike 
Flow and peak and weave 
Through melodies and harmony 
That never the earth will leave

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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!

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Find Our Way

Have we fallen through the cracks
coming from the wrong side of the tracks

Rather living somewhere inside the divide
for no physical locality do we reside

If you could cup my passionate spirit inside your hand
Perhaps my ambitious tenacity you'd understand

And with that same hand write our fate in stone
but I know we are atleast safe and not alone

If you could live inside my heart
Perhaps you'd know my spirit isn't a la carte'

For inside I'm whole in this broken world
Our special song sings prayers to the lord

It sings praises of glory for God's metaphor
Is this world civil? I think not, I implore

Realize now his plans our bigger than mine
We plan a house, and He plans our eternal design

If you could listen to my song never sung
Perhaps my heart would never again get rung

We all come from somewhere they say
But it is only with Jesus we find our way

And they say all who wander are not lost
But at what price and what the cost?

By Susan Mills

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Words to a Lonely Song

Each night I sing my lonely song
Hoping it may find its way to attentive ears
But no one seems to hear it
Its forlorn melody calls
Throughout the night
Wishing it had one to feel its cry
But no one comes to its call
Each word of my lonely song
Carries the hopes and dreams I once had
Saving them for times of need
Someday when this lonely song fades away
Someone will respond to its forlorn cry
Hoping to hear my lonely song
But when this day comes
This song will be no more
For the words to my lonely song 
Will be lost forever in the wind

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On Open Field

               On Open Field

Giant oak consumes the landscape girth
Tears come down, gain momentum, form as rain
Sun beams and wind twist it into bands that land
Strike each leaf and branch with spring like action 
Between each drop of water and speck of light
There is a story to be told
Grass abounds out there about the tree
Expands for miles to horizons deep in green
Drinks in the sun beams, wind and rain
Nourished and serine
Sings underneath the giant tree
On open field

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Your soul called out to mine, so sweetly it sang its siren song.
My equally enamored heart recognized the melody;
and together we formed the most spectacular duet.
The music we made together creating the most profound consonance.

Our perfect chorus shook me with its thunderous dynamics.
We upped the tempo, lead only by the intensity in our own hearts.
The crescendo crashed into us with a force previously unheard.
It rained down upon us as our once beautiful sound ended in a terrible cacophony.

I sit here now, my bereft soul crying out its dirge to yours.
My lonely solo closing the distance between us.
Answer my call! Lead me in harmony!
The songs I sing are all yours; for without you, I will surely be silent forever.

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You shroud the truth with petty lies
A trait in you I must despise
What once was
Will never be again…

I trusted you too many times
My hate for you based on your crimes
If you died
I wouldn’t feel the pain…

Hate may be a strong word
But not strong enough for you
You broke me once
You broke me twice
And now I’m strong enough to say we’re through.

You disappoint at every turn
Hurt everyone with no concern
How you live
Is a mystery to me… 

I let you in with open arms
Better to resist your charms
Maybe then
I could have remained free…

Hate may be a strong word
But not strong enough for you
You broke me once
You broke me twice
And now I’m strong enough to say we’re through.

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Waters' Rush Memory

along the winding hopeful stream
a simple love plays upon my heartstrings
of song in memory long ago 
when emerald gardens became our home 
where lazy waters' meandered through our souls 
and purity fervid in prison walls
for now along the winding stream
I lay alone in yesterdays dreams
of beauty that somehow still remain 
although your grace gone away...
within my heart a song still play...

Contest ~ "Write Me A Rippling Stream"
Poet ~ Rick Parise
June 1st 2011


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Visions of the Night

Good dreams, sweet dreams
Visions filled with wonder—
Flowing gently,
While we deeply slumber;
They take us far away
While we take rest from the day,
So make sure you close your eyes
And close them tight;
So you can see the visions of the night.

Moonlight, soft light,
Glowing through the windows,
Shadows dancing 
Softly on their tiptoes—
They pass the night away
In a nocturnal ballet
While the stars shine in a blazing silver-white;
How beautiful, these visions of the night!

Should we long for the coming of the setting sun,
Simply because it heralds the day's end;
Is it wrong if we want the moon to rise—
Just so that, we can stop and close our eyes?

Owls hooting, counting off the minutes,
Crickets chirping, mini violinists;
They set music for the stage
As the world turns a new page
And the lonely moon observes from her great height;
She's watching all these visions of the night.

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Graceful Butterfly

When the sunlight breaks upon her face Ascending like a lover’s eyes It listens to a gentle song With notes that run, in whispered breath A fleeting mood, that twirls aloft And circles in a morning breeze A mantra of incantation Stirring thoughts to meditation And rising lightly, against the dawn The lilting voice, which calls her name Sun whispers like a whippoorwill Her wings are leaves, that dance and sway Each move exhales, so crystal clear A bubbling brook, sweet, crisp, and pure She stands alone, this flower child She flies with grace, without fanfare But petal by petal, to grace them all So softly there, in whispered breath A timid soul, a quivering chord A sonnet of love, with languid words Color sparks, that kindles bright Of meadow larks, in spiral flight Wings made of silver, she flutters along With trilling grace that wraps around A wreath of mist lifts off the ground A rainbow in a morning song

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Yours Forever

Last night when I went to bed
I thought about what I'd said
      I was wrong,

{ I lay down an thought a letter }
Your my one, my only one...
I want to go back as before,
I know it won't be long,
your sweet lips will caress
       mine once more...
Oh my darlin' can't you see
I need your love, to eternity
         I'll be true, so...

               So to say...
           too say,

     "I love you dearly"
is better than just two words

            Yours forever

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A Symphony of Dreams

There was a mess of sound tucked inside her pocket,
a potential tantrum that followed, tempting her stride 
to evolve into a sultry strut, an angry jog.
    Music stirred a monster within,
                a sleeping giant willing to 
                bash the walls, climb the sky 
                       and rip down the inspiration 
                       that was needed to keep from 
                       losing grip on the hilt of life.
There's a tone for every energy,
a melody for any struggle,
a harmony for new romance.
                         ...And she would sing
Letting her tongue dance along 
with her hips; Giving in to the sound
and watching the sky melt away and 
reveal a novel reality.
                        ...Even if it was only a dream.
At least the intonations felt good on her skin,
and eased the ache that burned within.
At least the bass kept her body in sync,
giving day the rhythm needed to 
reach the next night,
where slumber would be met by 
a smooth piano's whisper.
        Where she would dream of 
                        dancing in a breeze colored 
                              with new notes,
                                                     a scattered song of fancy
                                                       abiding in the thought of 
                                                          making life sound a little more
                                                            like the songs you used to play.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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clocks that picture time

these days you barely see
the colors of people as they are 
tomorrow looms 
in places that i can't be

still i wonder will it all fall down 

these days you're either right or wrong
sit back on ease and find rhythm to a song
running on e and i'm almost there
thinking maybe we'll make it
hell, we're almost there

still i wonder will it all fall down

these days it's you or me 
i can picture 
the things you're left to say
winters calling 
and the darkness is sinking this day

still i wonder will it all fall down

these days you're either right or wrong 
calling forgiveness it's either you or me 
tomorrow turns in places that i can't be 
the color's of people you barely see 

"maybe i'll see you when you get there"

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Our Song

Let us sing a song
You and I
Let us sing two songs
For us both
Let us lie back
And think about our song
Our two songs
Songs primordial
Songs old
Like life 
Like love

The song of the family
Haunts me
On its ethereal feet
Transports me
To my great great grandmother’s 
My great great grandfather 
Was a warrior.

Hot blood burns round
My vein
Leaving no ashes
Hot bloods merge
Mix boil together
Sing a song
Together sings 
Two songs

Burns together
Leaving no ashes
And hot blood
Begat hot blood
Begat hot song
Begat you and I

Black burning thighs
Hard against
Burning black thighs
A song issues unto us
A son is born
Our song
A son
My manuscript.

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Puff The Magic Dragon

Once upon a time there were the golden years…
Where Miracles and Fairy Tales in my family did appear.
When my son was very small, magic always wandered all around.
Summers we went to visit Grandpa where wonderful boats did abound.
Grandpa kept them on a lift, down at the great boat dock there.
Food was always waiting nearby to feed the little fish.
We always told my wee son that the big fish down below…
Were the Mama’s and the Papa’s waiting to protect their brood above.
And when we visited, we always cruised in the boats, by a little cave…
We told my wee one; Puff the Magic dragon lived and dwelled there every day.
And not only did he live there but he also visited at our dock…
For no one else but him had the ability, to lift the great big boats up.

Of course, we knew it was the lift that did all the lifting work.
And it was all air powered, and when full bubbled air from underneath.
But the wee one didn’t know that and the fairy tale lived on…
So we would have him call for Puff the Magic Dragon, His pal from faraway, 
Whenever someone’s’ boat needed lifting, up at the dock each day.
He lived in this fairy tale and called Puff his very own true friend.
For Puff would blow the bubbles at his request to fill the lifting box.
And one wee little boy giggled at Puff’s great work, every time.
My dream for my happy family lasted a long, long time…

Now Peter, Paul, and Mary wrote the song that brought Puff to life.
I sang the song Puff The Magic Dragon to him in the bathtub every night.
I wish to thank them profusely, for the happiness it brought into our lives… 
Thank you, again, for bringing a song and a fairy tale into my family… 
And especially to my one little guy. 

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On The Highway Of Love

The voices that come out of the fog in the night
sound like rhyme :
O…my young lover
Hasn’t it come the time for you 
to open your hazy and lonely heart
and get involved in my sparkling light of love
in the rest of life of yours…
About the very long days
and the great deals of happenings which have gone
you’d better forget them
Never mind.
But just come really closer to me
in my embrace
there will be a warming song of longing for you.

O…my young wanderer on the highway of love
Wake up from your cradle of your passionate lust
Stand up
Be ready and adorn yourself
with the bead of my yearning.
If my longing hum is heard by you from a far
at the crack of dawn
first thing in the morning
give it a hug of yours
because together with the chilly dawn
my warming song of longing will come through.

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The Old Red Barn

The old red barn seems to grow up through the dust and brown
Along the vague dirt road that mars the sage.....

The rhythm played by rain for wait of seeds, still echoes here
Erect and proud, it stands somber as the purple shadows that surround the hills

A faint whistling song is heard within these derelict arms
A song of faith....a song of sweat...a song of contentment and tears

Someone fitted the beams, and squared window panes, ....and built a life 
Hope and pride filled to the rafters, as it overlooked rolling fields plowed, tilled and furrowed

Now weathered gray, it creaks and groans under dark prairie skies
It leans inches more with each Chinook wind that sweeps and sways the grain

Where now only wind whistles through the eves, and stiff grasses grow
And bats and mice find a place to live, and white stars shine down on loneliness

Abandoned and forsaken, while gaunt hills stand silently by
Day after day, under the prairie sky, this monument that is left alone to die

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My Crimes

How did I ever know 
She'd feel that way
About a bullet streaking across the sky 
Of green and black confounded, 
Are you?...who is this?...

And when we'd go there
She'd take me where
I'd fall and lie for her 
Crawl and die for her
With a gentle shove

    You can't gun the whole world down
    And hand out justice through your eyes
    You can't take 'em where you've been
    Or make 'em pay for your crimes

A simultaneous argument in my head
About what she meant and means to me
I feel a sense of inner dread
Why do I hang myself 
right before I'm free?

   I remember how the crows came
   And throwing bread at his feet
   I remember the Man in Black
   Always a step ahead of me
   I lift the jawbone in my hand
   Through the Oracle I will see
       What I've chased.... all this time

                     And one day, I'll be, standin' on that hill
                     On that day, a horn blast, will burn the still
                     We'll be there, together, to win the day
                     But I'll be, the only one, who ever rides away...

                                         I lost everyone who ever stood at my side....
                               And still they stay....

    You can't run the whole world down
    And hand out justice through your cries
    You can't take 'em where you've sinned
    Or make 'em pay for your crimes

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O Earth, Sweet Earth , Forgive My Follies

O Earth, Sweet Earth, Forgive My Follies

O' earth , earth , sweet earth forgive my follies, 
 ten thousand days of roaming upon thy bosom
 slashing and bruising in wicked deeds;
no foresight in my multitude of transgressions,
 so guilty of grief and pain inflicted
 in ignorance of thy many desperate needs!

Perhaps a vain wish! Yet my spirit still prays
 for a gift, a chance at dearest redemption
 granted , sweet solace merciful in the giving;
soft tunes, singing such kindness in song,
 Nature's elements dancing with tenderness and
 beautiful clouds celebrating all that is living!

Robert Lindley , April 1991

Rewritten from memory. I think fairly close but do know 
it is not 100 percent as originally written 23 years ago.
 I find it hard to do such rewrites because I always seem
 to remember the original version to be much better! 
Perhaps just my engaging in wishful

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The Key

At the gateway
Hands upon the lock
Key glistens 
Dangled above the heart

A distant moment
Brought before instantly
Desire morphed to despair
Isolation endangered by compassion
Your artic world activates meltdown
Hysteria dominates your consciousness

At the gateway
Hands upon the lock
Key glistens
Dangled above the heart

Whence are the origins?
What is the endurance breaking point?
Can a labyrinth obliterate fantasy?
Does determination sustain?
 Who is braving suffering?
How entwined is fate?

At the gateway
Hands upon the lock
Key glistens
Dangled above the heart

Assurance regains authority
Analyzing all causatums 
Decipher the formulas
Plot your scheme points
Attempt the equation
Commence the quandary 

At the gateway
Hands upon the lock
Key glistens
Dangled above the heart

Panic no more
Hearken to your quintessence
Purity glows beneath the key
Acceptance exists in the core
Devotion presses upon your gate
Confidante of your soul awaits

At the gateway 
Hands upon the lock
Key glistens
Dangled above the heart

At the gateway
Hands upon broken lock
Key glistens
Dangled above your heart

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Strange lands

I have walked with strangers in strange lands
I have seen those lands through their eyes of madness
and not been afraid to keep looking

I have sat with them and shared their songs of insanity
and not been too frightened to listen

But the land that you live in is far too strange for me to understand
and your song is too discordant for my ears
I never want to walk with you in your land
or hear your song again.

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12 days of xmas

Just 12 days to Christmas
So much hope in the air
And a chilling in my tummy
With 11 days to go
My B.P is now high
And where do I get some money
Now going to the bank
To check out what is left
Only just to leave there empty
Now where are my guys?
I cannot understand
8 are just nowhere
7 went to marriage
6 are now studying
5 raaan awayyyy
4 hanged my calls
3 washing clothes
2 went to club
And 1 told me he’s not free

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Thoughts of A Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, 
My everlasting passion is inked as it dries.
The way I feel inside, you might want to spy,
But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise?
A song for thought will only leave a thought.
May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk.
I was lost, but I found me.
Dreaming and believing that writing was my key.
The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak
the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep.
Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made.
Any wrongs I take the blame.
Tic-tac-toe is only a game.
I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken,
A high note here and a low note there-
You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear.
Pain recognizes pain
And I’ve have my share of bandages.
 My vibes from life heals the permanent damages.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
Reaches farther beyond the beat,
Over the lyrics on the sheet,
Not only is it about the speech,
 But more of what the message seeks.
True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed.
With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing 
Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens,
You can’t hear me, but do you feel me?
I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me.
My doubts and my worries are beneath me.
I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave.
Call my life my number because its infinite.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
My mentality drips it.

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Life is a quagmire
Life is a mystery.
Starring through the gates of HELL on earth,
Confused, I pick up my pen
My thoughts diffused,
I seek out a name in the sands of pain
To describe what I feel,
But on every try all I see is delusion and insanity
And I ask myself what is really sane about life?
I try to find meanings from the demented man on the streets
But all I see is his darkened teeth,
Mouth ajar, pouring out some meaningless words
A perfect blend of incoherent giggles 
And a strange guttural sound called laughter.
Life is a mystery.
In my solitude, I bring out my Bible trying to sing the beatitudes 
But my voice is mangled,
Life dangling, heart tickling like an hour-glass
I have wasted a great deal of ink scribbling meaningless words on paper
Yet I am left without a meaning;
Clueless, everything seems gloom.
Life is a mystery
Starring through the gates of HELL on earth
 I pick up my rosary
Hopes lifted
The sun high up shining brilliantly well,
I see an HEAVEN of bliss lying yonder
I see the diffusion of some rays called hope 
In a meaningless big big blob called world.
I am on the Celestial plane
I feel the Cherubs and Seraphs singing through my ears a soft loud song;
A song of HOSSANA
In my world of obscurity, in my world of pain
I sing a new song
A song of HALLELUYAH to the LORD
Now I know the other side of death and that is LOVE
Love conquers all.

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killed the ego in the alley

stopped the cross look 
when walking out & down the steps
(humming a song within),
did a little jig to miss the cracks when
progressing along the sidewalk
(making sure as to not “break momma’s
sure was in his/her better Autumn 
dancing gear
(waiting for others with the energy---
full of song & love in the heart) &
there weren’t enough frowns in
the afternoon overcast that could
shed dark down upon her/his 
impending afternoon delight
(now the world is said oyster if said
eater digs the oysters),
kicking her/his kicks like it’s going
out of style, ipod ringing a special
rhythm (new favorite song---connecting
him/her with everyone),
don’t need to be in front or even part of
a crowd when the selves when the 
selves are getting down
(making a scene in order to be seen),
when the sun shone down &
park benches full of folks
start to come alive,
come alive, come alive,
come live, come alive!
s/he paid tribute to all the artists that
s/he adored when
s/he killed that ego in the alley on
her/his way to work,
falling in love with those dancing
with her/him, casting out those 
trying to do him/her in & for a split
second (long enough to set a precedent
for a lifetime in perspective),
started to really enjoy 

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Divine Song

Sing a song,
To woo you all night long.

The singer enrapturing and beautiful,
Sending her love for song.

To her audience,
Man to adore and so much more.

The serpent in the garden of Eden,
Temptation beyond compare.

Carefully sending her tonic soh fah,
Disguised as a contemporary song.

All night long the song is heard, 
Like the beautiful nightingale and song bird.

Caressing  the wind like a warm summer breeze,
God's love disguised yet heard, a divinity.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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The Elixir Of Life

From dark walls springs 
Ball of fire,illuminating 
The deeper parts to 
uttermost parts.
Like the rising sun, re-
kindles hope.
  Radiates afar off-from 
the heart's horizon.
A wellspring from a brook-
the soul nourishes.
Sheathing sword of aging
Unravels secrets of 
   The elixir of life,dew 
that quenches thirsty 
A magnetic and 
contagious force repelling 
sadness from despaired 
Can't be bought,bribed 
or stolen.
   If you need the elixir of 
life,learn from MONALISA!

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The December sun fought
to shine through the golden clouds
and reach the frozen trees
under a bright marigold sky;
even the evergreen shrubs
were covered with frost
as on those Autumn mornings.

No ducks were seen
swimming in the murky lake,
it needed them for some harmony;
an occasional gust shook
the firs drooping branches
by letting frost fall off 
and it fell like small icicles.

All the boats remained fastened to anchors,
no hurricane or storm could ever make them go astray;
summer's evenings were delightful
seeing them row along the lake's solitary banks...
I recall with melancholy the boater singing 
an allegretto song with his baritone voice.

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Never has it ever occurred to me
In my whole life on earth
That I'll come across a soul mate like you
So beautiful and unique indeed.

Beauty is mainly physical they say
But yours goes beyond that
To illuminate your hidden features
And accentuate the uniqueness in them.

The sun prouds itself as the most beautiful
Lucifer boasted to that once
But the sun's rays is cowered by your smile's brightness
And Lucifer bows to your beauty's superiority.

Beauty as yours are Angel's version
Beauty comparable to none
Beauty emanating from the depth of your essence
Beauty Numero Uno.

The wind whistles
The birds of heaven sings a eulogy
Flora sways to the beat
All dedicated to your heavenly bestowed beauty.

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                                                 A  paramilitary paramour

He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY

A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED

AS i, 
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED 



THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”


BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening…. 
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim





Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK

NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK



Well that’s what he sang

And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung

If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head

what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead

          © 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~                                    

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                                                 A  paramilitary paramour

He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY

A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED

AS i, 
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED 



THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”


BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening…. 
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim





Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK

NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK



Well that’s what he sang

And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung

If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head

what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead

          © 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~                                    

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Somewhere in Africa

(Tribute to the movie “Out of Africa”)

I gave my heart to Africa…
There, on a farm,
In those vast green plains,
With coffee perfume in 
The crispy air…
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the gazelle dance
In the sweaty breeze,
Grazing and jumping and kicking
Right into the lions’ claws…
I lived in the very soul of Africa…
Where the giraffes reach 
High above the stars
And the moon lay
Carelessly on her back,
Watching over the savannah. 
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the jungle would
Sing its song for the 
Prudent bush-hunters.
Where buffalo and wildebeests
 Cross the blue
Into the waters, giving themselves
To the ancient crocks…
I left my heart in Africa…
And now she sings a song of me,
The air shivers with the colors 
That I had on,
And children play in the fields,
Looked over by the eagles
That once soared for me…

© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila

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Summer Song

"Summer song"

Lovely Summer has come
to invite our days
to sing along
a lovely summer song

Don’t set fire to our beautiful days 
with complaints
and don't roast 
passions and spirits 
until they burn

the pretty garden fairy is dancing happily
inviting us to dance together
there's no anxiety behind her beautiful strides
and wherever the wind takes her away
all the wonderful thoughts stay in her mind

Come and let’s think together
that a dry soil won’t see our footprints
but the pores of the land
are able to hear our hearts' voices

So better
Sweep away our complaints and doubts
And let's sing with the dried crispy leaves
with proven toughness

Let’s dance
and sing out loud
lovely summer
welcome lover
green shiny leaves
soft breezes
lovely fishes
hear our wishes
summer’s smiles
run for miles
come along
sing this song 
All summer long.

~(c) Sukmawati Komala~

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Our song.

My song is the joy of life
It’s knocks and blows its
Hopes of joy its endless love,
its constant strife.

His song is the cause of woe
The meanest word, the theft of choice.
The downward fall, a silent scream
A harsh cold voice. No quid pro quo.	

My song is the hope of more
The bright idea. The sunshine dawn
A joyful dance a marching on,
A skipping child. A though so pure

Our song could be a joining mind
A chance off hope a link of thought
No more opposed, a shared desire
A ray of hope a new mankind

Charlie Milne 2010

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Raqs Sharqi - Belly Dancing

I still remember
First time I saw her
Dark eyes like embers
Glowing like fires

Music pulsating
Waist undulating
Hip belt girating
Gold coins cascading

Egyptian Dancer
Sultry entrancer
Fanning the fires
Of our desires

Her bedlah whirling
Her veils unfurling
Gracefully twirling
The whole room swirling.

Egyptian Dancer
Sultry entrancer
Fanning the fires
Of our desires

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The rain marched uniformly as an army in its prime
But this was no ordinary army along too came their band
They marched with a song so calming to hear
It changed in slopes and meanders as it made its way down
They were the ones who woke you and they soon removed your frown
You sat and listened as their song changed soothing you out of sleep
One by one they marched on with their tune down the slope
They were an army never to march again but soldiered on
An army of many and army of one… purpose
It's the army that resurrects the thoughts of wartime
It's the song that tickles your mind and helps you back… to it
Hoping you will err not twice as every army on the slope has
Take a different journey hidden in the clouds of your sky
But like every soldier before down the slopes it pours
Raindrops in the night

Copyright  (c) July 2006 J.R. Thomas

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A Song of Family

Catch me as I fall
Lost amongst a foreign tongue
But feel so home
Strings of the guitar tingle
As we listen to the music of family
Different notes carry our tune
But in perfect rhythm we seem
Life so pleasant at this time
No worries No cares
We sing our praise
Blessings a many
Time so short
Let us cherish these treasures
For these are riches of the old and fortunes of the new
Here's to family 
May it sing forever more in our hearts.

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Songs of Silence

Darkness envelopes the plain Moving stealthily among Unsuspecting rows of houses Filled with unbroken sleep The wind, afraid to move Lest it were to awaken Even one from the grasp Of this wretched sleep. And yet one feels a cry A long lost song of hope Silent, yet unnerving It strives to be heard. The long hands of despair Seek to embrace them The singers of these songs That reek of loss, irreplaceable. Tired hands work on The day progresses and yet An end is not in sight The sun sets, they work on. They feast upon the dregs Dropped from the heavens That are found on earth To subdue their hunger. Fate, they say is to blame For their woeful condition For their pathetic existence Fate and fate alone. Nature herself anguishes Over the painful loss Of her many children To the unruly hands of men. A carcass floats down the river Its stench numbs the senses Is it a man or an animal? No one knows and no one cares. The song of a newborn Muffled by the gruff hand That binds and drags it Across the river of death. The song of hunger Slowly rumbling through Like thunder on earth Silenced only by tired sleep. The song of sorrow From deep within the hearts Of people young and old Softened only by time. These are but three Of the many songs that are Heard only by deep silence And no one else. The gods above in heaven And the gods below Carry on with their mirth Not hearing these songs. Songs of silence, of blood Songs of death, of decay Songs of yesterday Songs devoid of joy. They are everywhere and yet They are heard by none They are sublime and merge Into the void that is life.

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butterfly shutters

i feel down like this 
your the only one
who can break this curse
don't you ever feel 

oh i feel down like this

life is beautiful 
the piano leads me on 
seemingly touched by strays 
sunlight frees my rage 

well i feel stepped on now 
sometimes life is rough
i feel done with this 
cause i feel down like this 

oh i feel down like this 

life is so compressed 
i need you right now 
don't you ever forget 
i fell down like this 

sunlight cures my eyes 
when i feel down like this 
and your the only one 
don't you ever feel

"we take chances until chances take us away"

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Happiness lies in the simple things -

hearing birdsong when one awakens 
in the early morning
observing the morning sun
creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky

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Sudden Change

Suddenly the lily opened
Its chalice like petals
Amazed by such delight
Her beauty lightened
My heart to enchantment 
Her perfume lifts my spirit
And I'm in spring.

Suddenly a song rises
From the depth of my soul
My fingers touch the keys
Upon the piano
And begin to translate
The sudden joy it berates.
And I'm in spring.

Suddenly my sadness melts
Away with the lily
Away with the song that dwells
Now in the heart
Touched by sudden beauty
And I'm in spring.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 04.20.10 

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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Got a tune in my head that won’t go away
I’ve been singing it the entire day
Called the radio station, asked them to play
“Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”

It came out in nineteen sixty-one
I was only eight, but I heard it some
My sister had it on a black vinyl forty-five
The Shirelles made that song come alive

It was written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King
It is one of those songs you want to sing
The Motown sound was being born
Those soul sisters could sing up a storm

Maybe I was too young to rock and roll
But that song sure does have a lot of soul
If you don’t remember or you never knew
I have included the chorus for you!

“Tonight you’re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the look of love is in your eyes
But will you still love me tomorrow?”

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Heavens divine song

Tranquil sounds of rain collides with concrete.
Birds flee to refuge. A grey skin covers the body of the sky.
The rhythm of rain beating on roofs,
in sync with my heart beat.

Droplets of rain trickling down window shields. 
Rain surreptitiously creeping through 
the cracks of a slightly open window.

Roses at peace,
their rosy red heads upwards. 
listening to the rains song,fervid rain. 
Rain embolden the land,
embolden us sound of tranquility.
Songs of tranquil rain,wet moist,
peace,tranquil songs,calming the soul. 
Sounds of tranquility dropped from divinity. 
For this peaceful song I have an affinity. 

In my cool bed, I lay enjoying my companions 
femininity, as she embraces my masculinity.
Wet rain drips,wet rain drips,falling from divinity.
We kiss to the song of tranquility.

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The Caged Artist

The swirling steam of the fire of this life,
Captured in my gilded coil. My fashioned attempt,
To process, to distill all things perceived into some draught,
But the leaks confound me, ever slipping through these fingers.

Maddening the effort, turning lead to gold,
Or more like adding sense to happenings like stars,
Out in the cold dark, getting on with their lives to blast and burden,
And I call it the Breeze, of such benevolence.  It makes sense to my simple mind.

Etching stones for someone to find,
But they never find them how I left them,
Or how I think they were left; ever…, ever maddening.
The Pierced Hand has put something very beautiful in this cage.

I can feel it, here under clownish flesh.
A riddle for me to solve; thoughts more like memories.
The golden words help to guide, but I pine for a perfect volcano,
To relieve all this creation inside me, a release for precious stones with proper scratches.

Divided by love and yearning for fruit,
I hope to capture a masterpiece some day, some how.
Be it paint or prose, porcelain or poetry; I must find a way,
To give to this world what was truly meant by my current frustration.

I know there are many grains of sand on the beach.
I know every soul has a song to sing and that song is crystalline humanity.
I know the Breeze blows with a purpose, for fanning the fire or forcing the fracture.
I know that I will find a way to give what is needed, if I can grow tall enough to put my 
finger to the ceiling. 

Inspired by a recent trip to Rome, Italy.

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The cross and the

The human experience fulfilling sensation,
our environment is our creation,
not ours originally,but ours to maintain,
natural system,needs are sustained...

Everybody has a bell that rings
cellular vibration,in song it sings,
a siren song enchanting desire
a high which takes you higher and higher...

The world is full of it's rising stars
untapped potential which takes them far,
it also has it's falling stars too,
a world of fools,a world of ruin...

A new portal behind every door
a gambit of play being explored
every encounter a game of chance,but,
what do you bear,the cross or the lance ?
The relic spear a source of power
Imperial thrones built up their towers
from Constantine to Charlemagne,
the Byzantine to the Lorraine...

All just sequels of transformation
preceding was laid their emulation
enacted improvements instituted
system of governing constituted...

All in hope to outlast the past,
relay race,a passing of the staff,
still only bond by popular opinion
confounded by those noxious minions...

The eastern hemisphere full of rage
they crossed the Atlantic to disengage,
but,in their scope,they brought disease,
methodology which didn't appease...

The red west never got a true chance
as invaders stormed behind their lance,
Montezuma welcomed with open arms,
soldiers of fortune brought firearms...

Indigenous people filled their plantation
others were chained to fulfill fruition,
Noble's became Don's,others slavemaster,
chain of events was still a disaster....

From fuedalisms fortune of  birth
circumstance directed  self-worth
peasantry suffered tilling the soil
while others got fat from plundered spoils...

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A Song of Hope

Sing for me
A Song
... A song of hope!

Sing for me 
A song
... Different from this
Which I hear 

What song do I hear
On a daily basis?
You query...

... I hear
A Song of pain
A Song of bondage
A Song of anarchy
A Song of deceit
A Song of fear
A Song of hunger
And Songs...
Songs of poverty 
Amidst plenty...
Songs of the poor
Amidst the rich.

songs whose tunes
turns a man to a goat
songs whose tunes 
makes the husband's 
seem to you like the
belated bleating of a 
hungry goat
albeit the piercing 
of a cow
hit by the fulani's 

The same song 
Whose tunes turns 
Woman to a hen.
She asks her sighing 
The reason for his 
But because she is 
By the same bullet
She clucks like a hen
Hot in heat!

Can anybody sing to 
...A song of hope.
A song which will
Ease the pain of my 

...A song of hope.
A song which will
Ease the burning in 
my heart...

...A song of hope.
A song which will
Bring salvation to my 

...A song of hope.
A song which will
Bring smiles to our 
smileless faces...

Is there any
Out there with such 
a song?
If there is...
Let (s)he come fast 
and furious
With the songs
Accompaniments let 
him bother not
About. Lots of them 
have we!

Just come
Come along to us
With the song.
Ready are we
With instruments
And vocals.
Just come 
To sing for us
... A song of hope!!!

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Hit Single

what do they mean? 
That's a good one 
Don'tcha think?  
Don't misprint 
My prescription 
'Less you usin' 
Some sexy ink 

I got a coda 
That I follow 
It tells me 
To run the hell 
away from you. 
It's a pill that's 
Hard to swallow 
Not as hard 
As it used 
To be (like me) 

Ring-a-ding, hear me sing 
Listen as I sh*t out 
A rehashed melody. 
It takes so long 
For the gravelstone 
Milkshake to decompose. 

Greasy mornin's 
And real dry nights 
Why doesn't anyone 
Like my overbite? 
It can't be true 
What the gals say 
Will my blisters heal? 
So I can prove it 

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The theory of a plaintive Music

The equanimity of the day reached beyond my solitary realm,
As if the tune of demise fathomed the doleful heart of mine;
Escaped from the autistic aftermath blamed by mordacious charm,
Healed beyond charade of some credulous bonds -
As if the tune of avow choired with the tune of demise,
Crowning an arena slewed by the tune of ravine;
Vehement boo outstayed by the tune of shush,
I composed the time with the music of lenience -
Odes so lined are tuned with feigned mash. 

A ho-hum of hilarity hemmed in beyond my soulful eyes,
As if the malign sang by the oneirisms couched yearses;
Once paroled from the time, that seemed so dour, by the unforeseen lies,
Parroted beyond acme of agape love –
As if the song of idiom sinned by the song sung by malign,
Ceased a chronicle defied by the song of revival,
Eyeses esteemed bequeathed by the song of rash,
I composed the journey with the song of lenience –
Odes so lined are sung with bereft gush. 

Topic: Tolerance

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so tired of my heart 

I'm …
so tired of my hands 

I'm so tired of my mind

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]

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                                                 A  paramilitary paramour

He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY

A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED

AS i, 
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED 



THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”


BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening…. 
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim





Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK

NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK



Well that’s what he sang

And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung

If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head

what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead

          © 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~                                    

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Love Scene

We separated like wave and shore
Leaving our feelings bare like sand
I heard goodnight and replied in kind
There was a love song humming on my mind
And I longed to be a butterfly up in the sky
Carried in the cuddle of the wind anywhere
Far enough from fret and tear.
I turned from constructivism to solitaire
And the love song in my mind keeps humming there.

A shadow across the light at edge of eye
A shuffle, a tap, a heart summoning sigh
A form between a drape and wall
A neglige like wings defining the butterfly
The game was done
The call of manhood from its cave found light
And with the silence the eyes told delight.
Appealing womanhood textured by night
My life is the opera, how ravishing the beauty of her eyes

She showered him, he showered her
With praises tender as kisses, with sentiments
Sweet as the melt of chocolate in caresses
And in their tenderness we were born again
A long time coming
To the spray of the shower out of the rain
How the bed like a calyx welcomed us
How your body like petals responded to the chorus
Of drizzling sunlight from my fingertips
Of cooling balm in the wind on the moon's soft lips
Every part of your body was an anthem of praise
My love was fount springing up like eternity of days

I want to love her always like that night
The groom longed to ravish the bride again
To lavish on her kisses suckling her toes
And play love's concerto on her legs
Adante, adante, adante says the opening thighs
Allegro, allegro, allegro says desire
And I heard the crescendo breaking in my heart
When our mouth met in tender places and long again
O I long again for the silk sweet of velvet softness
For the uncorrupted innocense of flesh with flesh 
As the wave rolls in to cover the naked shore.

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Come Shine Your Heart-Light

You shine your light
With each new write
Helps me and others 
Carry on...

Your Honeycomb heart
Sweetness you bring
Rejoicing unto our Lord
For All our Hearts Sing

You do have a way
Every time I must say
Your Wisdom... Shines
Each word you express
here on line...

True from your heart
You bring... such Joy
Oh... Blessings you give
Each word melodies’
Rings a note.. Love within
Beholds All Keys...

Keep on Shining
Ever so Bright
Beautiful music
as My heart holds on tight
as words of song 
still plays.... lingers on
Words song from Lighthouse "You & Me"

As I Thank God
For allowing me...
to be Blessed with knowing you...
For "You are More"
More then I-anyone could ever ask for

God made you unique... Precious.. 
Come Shine your light for Jesus Christ

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Large porcelain clouds drift lazily across the endless and unbroken cerulean sky 
The wind softly blows through the many trees, filling the air with their whispering voices
A meadow, filled with vibrantly colored flowers and knee high grasses sits peacefully
Undisturbed, untouched by human hands
Bees hum as they hop from flower to flower 
Birds chirp and squirrels chase one another playfully 
The sun sleeps, the stars awaken giving birth to an entirely new world
Celestial beings silently step down from the heavens filling the night air with their sing song voices
Granting life to the unborn creatures of the meadow and forest
A twig snaps, the song ends…
Car horns, people cursing profusely at one another, cell phones glued to their ears
The serene dream lost in oblivion.


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This might not be a poem. I do not know what it is that is that a poem makes,
but it will have love, this one - this one that I'm making. And love...
Two swans with their long necks intertwined and a ring
I'd like to put on your finger sum' day. Hm, and also that song which reminds me
That you are not here and that makes me ask "Maybe I love you."

Or maybe it's "Baby, I love you." Let us begin with a question,
What if dreams are the glimpses of the other lives that we are living
In those meta-universes and elseworlds whose existence we've only pondered?

What does it matter? what if I say that I've dreamt of us together.
And to be quite blunt, I was sure I was pleased, and you seemed quite content.
I held your hand, or rather we've held each other. 

"Fingers lodged like branches in the river" and it was no burden. The burden is in waking up.

I wake up and that song plays on the radio, and you are not with me.
But "Baby, I love you." I wonder if you've dreamt of us two... 


Wouldn't it be a bother if dreams were more than dreams and What we've seen
would be just as real as cake. I can be the eggs and you be the flower.

We're all we need to be sleeping awake. 

Then I remember that song. 
It tells me you're not here.
It plays on and on as I rise from my bed,
What does it mean to wake up alone,
to face the fear that you've been dreaming all on your own?

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No matter what mood
No matter what place
My mind does get cooled
And it brings a smile to my face

It's my passion, it's my love
It could even be a dove
It could be a pigeon (for all you know)
Or it could just say, "So you reap, as you sow."

Music is in my soul**
From the top of my head to the bottom of my sole
It fills me completely
And I move energetically

** These words are taken from the Jonas Brothers' song Music's In My Soul. I take no
credit for it and give them a double thumbs-up for the amazing music they're creating! LOL 
P.S: I was humming this song when I was writing this poem... oh yeah..and I do not sing..

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Music Of The Damned

Music Of The Damned

The pounding beat of a drum
The haunting call of a guitar
The woeful sound of a saxophone
A singer singing the thoughts I have
Thoughts I cannot share
All heard in the darkest of night
Alone with my thoughts and the thoughts of the singer
I hear how life is not worth living
How there is no hope
How there is no chance of a future
Depression reaches into my very soul
Tearing me apart at the seams
I listen, absorbing every word
Letting the notes control my heartbeat
My head throbs as I listen
My hand reaches to table next to me
A thin sliver of shiny metal
Sharpened by men who didn’t know how it would be used
The singer had no idea what his words could do
The last note of the song matches my last breath
My heart beats to an ever slowing beat
It stops as the drummer screams
The song ends and so have I
Just the last victim of the music of the damned

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The unsung song

I have a song in my heart, 
that has yet to be given notes.
Notes that should kiss piano keys,
and give wings to grace.
Commit wind to pass over
tender chords, and reveal
her beauty to the world.
She inspires tones that 
whisper in my mind.
She alone can sing them.
Only her voice will do.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved.

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Fertility song

I danced to the tune of horn-blowers
At the edge of the twilight jungle
And my lover jiggled her waist
Bead-laden, to the shy-faced moon
Peering, cowering thro’ the green foliage

As the drums sang tum tum
My heart echoed tum tum
And the bare breasts of Wanjiru
Up and down tum tum

The warriors’ lion-like roar with virility
The fecund maidens respond 
With feminine alacrity
The village awaits the blessing

Ripples of joy flood the harvest
Love is nurtured with stiff erections
Cajoling the eager, thirsty 
but moist and dripping mouth.

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The Final Calling

*** ** * in that final hour ye calleth homeward of wispy light daybreak upon feathered love my o my a song everlasting play of valley's soft beauty infinite in one love o how the final trumpet I await...... splendid in cashmere a lit fortress of diamond white love so tantalizing love so complete a song immortal in justice my last hour...divine... * ** ***
Contest~ "My Last Hour"

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Looking back
It is beauty that is carved into
Every moment of our lives
Every moment of our near deaths,
Every moment of our death.

A song reached out to me
In my winter bed,
A simple song of simple love.
Transcending me back eight years
Into that lonely street where I stood
Looking down at every one.
Proud and haughty.
An absolute sense of right.
Self destructive.
Yet like the Phoenix, capable of
Raising one up towards the truth.

It was the brittle line between life and death
I saw it that night.
When my mind split into two.
When time halted.
When death kissed me in.
And then wonder of wonders,
I saw the three dimensions of the 
Most beautiful face on earth,
My angel.
I was over joyed.

In the busy consultation room
Patient after patient buzzing in.
All seem to fragment in front of me.
The drama called life ran figments
I connected with their woes and miseries,
I knew they will all vanish.
I smiled an all knowing smile.
They smiled back half cured of their ailments.
I smiled at Maya.
I couldn’t help smiling.

The people who fought for me,
They made me who I am today.
People who left and who still pray for me,
People far off who have given me a hundred reasons to smile,
People who have bruised and battered me and moulded me into who I am.
Why did God send them to me?
Was it not a mirror He sent through all of them,
A mirror into which I had to see,
With my mind open.

In a painting, Xibalba radiates with such beauty
Such absolute glow and fire,
Transporting me to the after life.

The paradise called peace.
Where all goodness lives and perishes not for eternity.
There I see myself, sitting, meditating,
Looking up.
On the glory that was life,
On the glory that was death,
On the glory of the One.

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The Song Of The Nation

We sing the song today withal our pride
For the nation who gave us our life,
Let us forgive for a day all enmities
And solely beclam their souls 
Who bled freedom for us to live and peacfully die.
Let us unite today one nation not several states
One religion not casteism, one culture not classism,
Let us worship today one idol not millions we reverenced
One language not parted, one trait not fallacious
For those who bled freedom for us to bask and relish the daylight. 
We sing the song today withal our pride
For those who sweated for us to gratify our hunger,
Let us praise for a day with all dignity
And give their life a day to live
For those who ploughed and gave the nation its scenic greenary.
Let us bestow with one individual not one amongst the crowd
One voice not hollers, one vision not apathetic eyes,
Let us preach today for one regime not unbiased politics
One person not any gender, one love not any protagonist
For those who honored our nation with medals and fame.
We sing the song today withal our pride
For those who penned us their creative literally works and arts,
Let us pray a spiritual rebirth with all dedication
And narrate their noble life
For those who treasured our nation with poetries, stories and fine arts.
Let us travel together with one destination and no bar
From Kutch to Churra, from the Himalaya to Nicobar
We are all martyrs, let us be blessed by the holy bathe in the Ganga
And unite the masses with the spirit of the song of our nation
For all those who deserve, let us salute for them hoisting the flag
Our Pride, Our nation, India.

Note: Dedicated to all the Indians. Happy Independence Day. (15th August, 2011)

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free cee A SONG FOR C B AND ME

                   THE ACRYLIC BLUES 
Warm winter days……… and sultry summer afternoons 
With rainbows so bright……. they could even shine at midnight
Those were the merry days…… those were the very merry days
When you spun silly little stories under the sun
But I was only twenty and you were only twenty-one
I was only twenty the day our eyes first met
I was in a Toyota, and you in your violet corvette
We raced off the line, and  how your mag-wheels spun
We met when I was twenty, but things changed when you became twenty-one

Sundays spent bowling when the lanes led lovers to lover's lane
Mondays meant wishing for Sunday’s strikes and colorful bowling shoes
When there were no acrylic blues to match the sky that we sat under
Days when our love chased away the thunder….
Evenings woven only for souls like me and you 
But I was still twenty when you turned twenty-two

I was only twenty and came upon a dream
You led me to lakes and strolled me to a stream
I remember your kisses were moist as morning dew
We met when I was twenty but things changed when you turned twenty-two

Boat rides, carousels and clowning ‘round in the snow
A couple happy to have nowhere to go….Candlelit dinners with fine china and wine
Glad only to be each others “mine”
Ohhhhhhhh you caught me and taught me about pleasantries and such
And I turned liquid when you’d touch your fingertips to my heart
I would speak to you with flowery words
Of memories from my childhood
When being good meant an ice cream cone
And never being left alone
Then finally set forever free
And oh the way you made love to me
when you finally turned twenty-three

And then I turned twenty-four
Which opened the door and you were no more
A portal for my ex-lover to portend………. who promised me forever
but then I married a man with his shirt neatly tucked in
And Lord knows that night was when I lucked out
And made him mine as mine can be
So I may one day forget twenty-three
But I will remember forever twenty-four---when Mr. Right walked through my door…….
       © 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE…...~free cee!~

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Valentine Rose

You are the rose
   that filters my air with fatal fragrance
   yet saturates with sweetness all my senses.
Yours are the thorns that dug deep
   and scarred my heart,
   now healed by your love with no pretenses. 

You are that rose
   of which love songs are sung
   and with which gardens do grow.

You are my rose.
My eyes behold your beauty.
My lips tingle by your touch.

You are my valentine rose.
I love you, oh, so much.

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Red Bird

Worlds collide in my throat 
as the galaxy of my heart is
torn asunder. Desperation lives 
in my eyes, sweet salty sweat 
pours down the avenging slippery 
slopes of my brow. 

Never knowing, always searching 
Never finding, always lost 
Lost among friends 
Lost among family 
Lost among myself 

How I wish I could escape.

The doorbell rings
the wind chimes jingle 
their dancing song against 
the soothing wind.

I listen, I hear, I obey 
I smell the fragrance 
of the incense of my heart 
burning, yearning to rise to
the highest potential, the ceiling 
fan at least. To be caught 
up with the current of the 
arms outstretched, to over-
throw all other senses 
I lift and spin 
losing all of my consciousness 
in a looping track of 

The most joyful dance, the 
most joyful longing. To be 
set free amongst 
green fields, golden beaches,
red bricks, white snow
clear blue sky. The Red-
Bird of my heart is crying
to be set free. It's longing 
to be separated from that 
Iron Cage, The Iron Curtain 
against the soul of freedom 
It wants to fly higher and 
higher, to soar and spin
to stretch its wings with 
the other birds. It knows 
Externally it is the same 
as the others and yet
Internally it is different
from the others. He has 
that slight spark of 
a reality that is completely 
him. That is unique from 
the others. It wants to 
share, to experience this 
freedom, all the time. It
yearns to be free to be 
itself no matter where 
it flies, not having to 
choose its pecking ground. 
To laugh and to live with 
the other birds, with 
the Crows, Bluejays and 
Pigeons and be seen 
as an equal. But alas 
they will never accept 
his song nor its 
flight pattern. Internal 
spark has to be concealed.
Back to the Cage it 
goes, back to limitation 
and longing. Back to 
the feelings of false-
security. It wants to 
be free, so it has collisions 
in the throat and galaxies 
of heart torn asunder. Desperation 
in the eye and sweet salty sweat 
pouring down avenging slippery 
slopes of brows.

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Our Love Is Music

In this perfect harmony of love there is nothing else I could ask for.
At times the choir gets to us with too many high notes.
Nothing will end our song 
Because in this duet our love runs strong
There are times when things go wrong in our love song
In which we wish things were accessible.
But trust me our song will continue to play
Like a track on repeat.
In this perfect harmony it’s just you and me.

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In Flight

I’m confined
By this body of clay
I cannot soar
On the wings of my dreams
Or from lofty heights
Swoop down
To dip my hands in ocean streams
And then claim again 
My place in the sky

By the cares of this world
By my tears
By a world bound in fears

But then a song
Floats on the breeze
And fills my waiting ears
With the melody of hope
Liltingly sweet
The musical score, my wings
The notes, my sturdy features
The voice, the wind that will carry me
My soul, the spirit of flight

The music carries me away
I take over the skies
Winging my way to places
That entice and beguile
The hidden corners of my wind
Virgin territory
Where beauty resides
Unmolested and pristine

Soaring and gliding
As the music plays on
I live my fantasy
I unfurl my dreams
The wind flowing above and beneath
Carrying me...

Beating my wings
I go faster, higher
Then…I spread them wide
Oh, to glide…to glide
On the wind’s caress
To look down and know
My spirit is free
No longer confined

The last note fades away
As my feet touch the ground
Back to life as it was
As it is
As it will be
With one little difference
I have gained the sweet knowledge
That I'm not confined

Every song
Is a promise
Of beautiful dreams in flight
An invitation
To spread my wings
F  L  Y!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Music MOVES me! I can't explain...This poem is SO inadequate...I've just come back from a lovely flight into the clouds of my dreams having listening to this song.....

Yes, it is in FRENCH...I adore this language....An obsession of mine while living in Cyprus was to watch the EUROVISION song contest every May...I was so obsessed I'd even call in and vote! :) My daughter and I would stay up till the wee hours of morning to root for our favorite entries...This song...I've never forgotten. Also, the entry by MALTA...ANGEL...has stayed with me...What would we do without MUSIC? carried away...Can't blog so, put up with me! HUGS!

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Your Song

When I feel lonely,
And I miss you,
I listen to you sing,
To help carry me through.
I close my eyes,
And pretend you're here,
I listen to you sing,
Then I open my eyes,
Because the song is done,
So I close them again,
And begin a new one.
Your voice carries me away,
From my troubles on Earth,
Troubles I've had,
Since the day of my birth.
I'm sorry when the songs are over,
And I've listened to them all,
When I was listening to them,
I felt a bit tall.
I can't wait until I see you,
To record a new song,
TThen I can listen to it,
All day long.

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Original of the Doc wearing fist cuffing angels

Baby don't walk away
It's true that the beginning is better than the end
Please hold that smile somewhere in your heart

I will give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it

Somethings you shouldn't have to do alone
Like sleeping, waking and eating
Some people got way too much on their plate

I would give you everything that you need
Except all that you are and will be
Cause you are the first one of your kind

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
And I want nothing else tonight

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
You'll never be alone, no
So sugar come on show us those soles
You've been wearing out when you collect the toll

Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it
And no one accuses you of being shy about it
Everywhere you go I see you screaming about it

And you were born with Docs already on
Smiling right under their eyes
And I see you with your fist ready to fight
Well I'll take the whole of what you got
The whole of what you got, the whole of what you got

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Nutshell No More

Nutshell we would play
A song that’s hard to hear today
So many memories
So many thoughts
It’s a song I haven’t quite forgot

Together we would play
Strumming our instruments everyday
Singing with our hearts out aloud
Even though there was never a crowd

But together we would play
Stuck in nutshells we would stay
My strings are now out of tune and rusty
His guitar will never again be played

Our song has died with him
Nutshells all seem to fade
This song that we played
Has reached the end of its day

Like Nutshells in the song
I know you’re never gone
So let the sand cover your face
Leave at peace from this place

But always remember our song
Wherever in heaven you may roam
Sing it to yourself when alone
We will one day sing together
When God calls me home

So now your gone
My tears will continue to pour
I will always remember our song
But to me Nutshell is no more

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A Song for My Beloved

Our Beloved returns        with a mighty entourage
his banner men ride before him
             they are swifter than stallions 
and their weapons          as the talons of eagles
their chariots are laden full
             amphora of the reddest wine
and full of the oils of gladness
This is the story                of everlasting love
written within the hearts of mankind
             a story of promises kept
of exclusive devotion without equal
             of it's engagement and preparations 
it's unity realized     and it's fidelity measureless 
a vision of excellence      is my beloved
He is the color        of the crystalline stones
forged in the hearts of the mountains
his transparency    glows in it's intensity
He is the rising             of the tides
and the canopy    that resides under the vault of heaven 
his affections call out       and reach into every dark place
and we ourselves          are held in his eternal embrace
There is to us   but one King     and our hearts
bow before his majestic countenance 
He has built a great house
many have     been employed          in it's construction
A place for rejoicing     endlessly
every fine and desirable element
                           fill his treasuries and chambers 
He cast out his lines           one by one
and baited his nets       with the words of Love
He drew us from the sea           and salted us         
with his own expressions 
and set before us         a golden bowl and chalice
filled to the brim      and overflowing
and we are faint       faint with Love
I am comely    and clothed with desire
and my esteem            is in his exquisiteness 
the flawless         reflection        of his divinity 
He has openly            shown his faithfulness
our affections as the rushes    of rivers , waterfalls
and rain in the spring         of the old growth forests
and it's age as old          as the cosmos
whose beginning is as       unknowable as it's end
Come my Beloved      and collect us together
gather the great feast           of which every bird
under heaven will partake 
be swift upon the mountains   for we are captives
in a colossal wilderness    filled with the desert winds 
held only by the golden chords 
and the silver sounds    of your own declarations
                   of Love 

Duet 7:9-12  1Kings 8:22-23  Daniel 9:4
Song of Songs    Rev 5:9

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Rock n Roll

Rock n Roll

			Rock n roll
			Do the stroll
			The sounds of the 50’s and 60’s
			Elvis Presley singing about “Hound Dog”
			Girls screaming at his feet,
			Elvis “The King”
			Rock n roll
			Has that beat
			Frankie Avalon singing “Venus”
			Bobby Rydell, you can’t “Forget Him”,
			Fabian, well we know what he wants 
			“Turn Me Loose”	
			Rock n roll
			Jerry Lee Lewis has “Great Balls of Fire”
			He’s hitting those piano keys with his shoes
			Then there’s the man from New Orleans
			Singing about “Blueberry Hill”
			That’s the one and only Fats Domino
Then the Beattles come on the scene
			The British Invasion
			“I Want to Hold Your Hand”
			The BeeGees arrive from Australia
			“The Lights are On in Massachusetts”
			The Dave Clark Five and the Herman Hermits
			The Rolling Stones make a big hit
			That’s what rock n roll is
			That’s the sound, that’s the beat
			It gets you on your feet
			That’s Rock n Roll.

			Celine Rose Mariotti

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Such sweet
Your smile
I feel home
If I could glide smoothly, quietly along
Your smile
I am comforted
your smile is music in the air
The Christmas carol
In the warmth of the hearth
In the winter season
Your smile is like diamonds
Shining. Your eyes are of the softest velvet.
I feel elated. What an entrancing beauty.
It's truly Christmas.
Your hair is glistening 
like the soft glow of the morning sunshine
against the bed of snow.
A haven. An angelic vision.
Frozen icicles feel tingly as your smile twinkles 
Against the backdrop of celebrations
Your smile can ease away the pain of long years.
If I could take your magic along with me
My life could change for sure.
But your smile is a fading memory now.
I fear of losing the grandest feeling 
Knowing that your smile is occasional.
Inconstant, like the summer birds on tree branches
Singing yesterday. But gone to some warmer place now.
It's snowing outside. Nothing feels warm. 
Twinkling of Christmas lights around the village
Somehow try to keep the place warm and picturesque.
Deep in the heart
My memory tries to still remember
Your smile
Wishing it would bring me home 
for Christmas soon enough
Before it gets late
To say, "Merry Christmas!"

(Note : Confession makes me say this free verse is not so well polished, as if it's done in haste. But, i hope i somehow captured some delicate emotions in it. Could be more meaningful to the poet herself than to anyone else. Recently, I found myself watching and listening to a world-renown choir on a satellite broadcast, and the camera happened to focus on a simply beautiful sweet smiling face. I thought I felt that it was the inspiration I was waiting for to write my Christmas poetry. And so, I took myself aside amidst the hustle and bustle and began to write. Have a joy-filled Christmas to everyone!)

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Beautiful sunset in swift apparel

She smiles in the wind having gold in hair
Pillars of cement line her inner voiced mind
Her stregnth comes in her immeasurable face

Love of a touch from another

Skipping rocks & such 
In the stream of captivating habitation
In circles commonly havoc from the distrust in others

She sings a lovely song as she tail skirts along
Timeless matter captivated by her hair in feathers
A crush through a blow in sorted venue plight
A song sheltered toward its beckoning call

The critics to her our all torn & battered
Her lips sag & smile is shattered
Her life as she knows take on the tremendous blows
With a timeless song in her heart

A rose petal in delicate sway
A happy smile to brighten anyone's day
A pull at her heart to light the spark to what it was she has been waiting for

Love in the eyes of the beholder

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Spirit Song

It is beyond closed eyes I see
an alien to me, a fellow consciousness
who trembles in his heart, 
a partner of my soul I never knew,
whose constancy is certain 
as that looming space that throbs
before me and demanding 
that the song be heard, 
impossible the song, 
the song inviolate, 
and there upon a waiting breath.

Words make court
around the beauty I may not contain.
The goal is given, not defined,
intoned, and thrown upon the board.
I take
I break
I share the body and the blood,
and there within the courtyard
is the prize millenia have dreamed to touch.

within my outstretched hands
this very moment and
I shall not pass it by.

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Keep on singing, bird
I cannot see you
as I sit enclosed 
by the four walls of my room
But I do not need to see you 
with my eyes
Your song goes to the centre
of my being
making me ever aware of 
the kinship of my spirit
with yours
I do not hear you anymore
Perhaps you have flown away
but the vibrations 
that your song has set up
within my soul
will go on 
like the never-ending waves
of the ocean
Thank you, bird

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Writer's Block

No song is sung
No heartfelf laughter dances 
Prances empty thought in jest
Mocks the aging bard the mocking bird.

Surely some small tune arises
Somewhere in this universe
Surely some broken heart's lament
Is heard behind some hidden door.

But no song arises here
No words of inspiration 
Yet something stirs I know
Some hidden force awakens near

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like a person

some of you don't do well 
well i'm afraid to fail
losing time
losing mine
i figured i'd prevail 

i feel like i'm away

somethings i don't wanna do 
somethings got to give
if i don't live
i never will 
forgive these miseries 

i feel like i'm away

bring me the alcohol 
i want to feel the way you do 
bring me all of you 
i want drink and never feel 
leave me be 
let me sleep 
i feel like i'm awake
wake me up 
let me stay
i feel like i'm away

"i want to feel like no one else"

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One for Another

The cats get fat 
on the blood of the poor 
They live in ease 
while their people are treated like fleas
brushed away to die! 

Power to the people, overthrow the order, 
all the power to the proletariat! 

Hollow words through the mind 
hollowed by a bullet in the skull 
sent to prison for a view 
Anger and Hate for the Communist!

Power to me, I am the order, 
follow me or you betray the proletariat! 

Hollow words through the mind 
hollowed by a bullet in the skull 
Sent to the labor camp, educated in pain
life made undone by a Communist! 

Long the revolution that can never stop
regardless of how many dead of the proletariat! 

Another cat gets fat
on the blood of the poor 
They live in ease 
while their people are treated like fleas 
sent away to die!

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the cry of a rooster

the cry of a rooster
carries the first sun-rays
over the hill into the day
streaming the rumble mumble
of the early morning rush
and the sound of school-bells
in children's voices

the neighbor's dog still barks
the kettle whistles, the birds sing
the cat winds itself around its tail
the kitchen calls for breakfast

a key to close the door
a key to open the gate
a key to start the car

in a controlled traffic jam
with drumming fingers 
watching nothing in particular
humming a song I don't really know
sipping coffee I brought from home

drive and stop and drive and slow
a liberating flush and loud honks
while my cell comes to life again 
with the cry of a rooster 

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Song's End

Song’s End

Every heart beating
Keeps time to a song
A story to tell
Set to it’s own music.
If only we will listen
There is so much to hear:
It begins with birth
In its innocence
In a song of discovery
So many wondrous things
A song that tells of dreams
While still crawling to a walk.
The song may lack maturity
At this stage
But it makes up for that
With sheer volume.
From there the songs change
In tempo and quality
Some become chaotic
While some define peace
Some send out cries for help
While others contain hope
Some sing songs of wisdom
But some of morbid destruction.
Throughout this world
There are many songs
Simultaneously playing
So many in fact,
That it is hard 
To hear each song. 
But there is One 
Who was listening 
Even at song’s end
Oh God how I wonder
About each song
That one who was so young
Whose song of innocence
Or those older that sang
Of love and wisdom
Was ended so quickly
Because of the music
Of selfish ambition
Silencing another’s beat
Here on earth forever.
My God why oh why
Would someone choose 
Such a horrible sound
And make it their own?
Oh Lord you give us: 
The beat,
The passion,
The instruments,
And such awesome direction
Why don’t we all just follow
Your loving lead,
Making heavenly music together?
And allow our songs 
To gently fade into the twilight
That befalls us all
That leads into the new dawn
Lord, as I continue to sing 
The song of this heart
I must move to make
Your music mine
And delight in your lyrics
In the rest of my day.
Help me oh Lord
To hear others songs
And let the beat
Of my heart be yours
For dear Jesus
None of us know
What time today
There will be 
Song’s end.

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Is it tonight,that i feel like
whatever i did, wasn't right
and all i tried, was to see u smile
whatever i did was to make u mine

Now here I am with nothing to spare
All i wished for was - the shade of care....
I want an answer, I need your reply
was it me girl who made you cry?

All these blames i won't deny,
being away from you was a crime.
And all those nights, I wasn't asleep
cuz i was filled with remorse & guilt
I want an answer,i need your reply
was it me girl who made u cry?

Those blue clouds have turned to grey
girl I'm missing u still today.
Its been too long since we talked
all alone on that boulevard I've walked
I still remember that day when u walked away
leaving me behind, in a disarray
with all my faith, i still pray 
to bring u back in my life - even for a day,
so that i can apologize for my mistakes.
we can start over again if we will try,
but it wasn't me girl who made u cry..............

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Portrait of an Angel

There is no song that sings the words I feel.
No poem with words that describe the butterflies you awakened
That keep my heavy heart lifted above my lungs.
No song makes me breathe like your voice.

I search, believe you me,
But the thousands of words that reverberate through my cranium
Can never define the recreation of my soul you began
Before you held my hand and showed me how to make

No chord hits the note of your angelic sigh
Or the sleepy snort of laughter through your (perfectly constructed) nose.
Bach, Beethoven, nor Mozart could quite pin the grace 
That was used when creating everything that escapes from you.

No chisel tinking tirelessly against flawless marble 
Was ever successful in piecing together your perfect imperfections.
No Christian in a pew ever knew of the praise and worship spent
Over your sun-kissed skin and eyes full of wisdom surpassing your youth.

Yet here I am, a girl with a heart made of lead and rusted nails
In love with an angel with x-ray vision disguised as earth-brown eyes.
He never minds that his wings may get tired, or his halo may be dulled
While we make those songs we yearn for ourselves.

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I peddled a song round the streets
And found that not many were keen

The solemn church bell or the shout of cannon
Or at least the selfseeking drone
Of selling and buying and lying down prone
Was more to their taste

In haste  I switched wares
And peddled long shares
Making over the song
To the young fool who happened along

I hear he has gone to the desert and sings
The same song and lo and behold
It ‘s breaking the heart in the young and the old

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Sing Angel Girl On Her Day

            Sing Angel Girl On Her Day
Angels came to play and lay a cloud of snowy white beneath her feet
As they treat her to a Happy Birthday party
And sing her name in praise and peace

Hi Girl, they would whisper to her soft and low
How lovely you look today

And she would whisper back hello 
Thank them for the fluffy snow 
For melting it away
So she can enjoy her special day.
Thank you for the flowers glowing blue and red

Angels smiled at her kindly and kissed her head
And blessed her hardships that make her strong

They danced in flowing summer fields so soft and long
They danced around her with a Happy Birthday wish   
To have her join them in joy and happiness 
To join them in a song and endless bliss

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No War Only Peace

Awaken to the of birds chirping; the sound of peace,
All strife has passed and all war has ceased...
A massive tension has been released
Every man, woman, and child out of the belly of the beast
And now they are at the dinner table, ready to feast
All enemies have deceased and that is a cause for celebration
People all over the world shouting, "Yes, we made it!"
On the streets there is no more chaos, everyone is flagrant
Everyone has patience and virtue there is no such thing as hatred
No one has to die because of the position in which they've been placed in
Everyone got along and every moment was sacred; no time wasted
Every teenager respected their curfew...
They could safely go to the beach during Spring Break vacation
Every teenager had a father that installed virtues; not just hatred
No child ever had to go through a storm of a
divorce case; it's not blatant
Caught up in the collateral damage; it has been erased
Every kid in school love one another and no on was disgraced
Because of their race, or the place that they stay in; equal locations
No kid starved while rappers are talkin' bout cars and ballin';
Every kid had parents that would hear them when they're calling
No kid every had to dive into a pit of despair because of the color of their 
Or the decision or the attraction to a same sex gender
Every single person in the world were kind and they cared
No murders occur on the surface of this turf; nobody was scared
Girls could wear whatever they wanted without feeling so bare
That kid over is not plotting to grab her by the hair; the epitome of fear
Never existed in the hearts of the parents
They don't have to worry about their kids being reckless
No worrying about, "how the hek did he get that neckless)
Every kid had a checklist that didn't consist of getting pregnant
No one had to stay wearing that hairnet because everyone had a return 
on an investment
No need for government because everyone had good intentions
There was no need for police and people could smoke weed in the streets
Celebrating life no need for malicious greed
No gang bangers poppin' off on the cops and blockin' shots
With a mother of a twelve year old's body; no glocks...
I'm sorry that I went so long, I gotta a lot
to say and I use these songs

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it’s animosity  
and i know he is not mine
but the wolf longs to be free
i feel his agony in the form of anger

the ropes that hold us down 
in every way keep us bound
and i hear his cry to be released 
still what can i do 

what forgiveness can he offer
to me a passerby 
that wont loose him
it’s as though I’ve committed a crime 
and that’s how my heart feels

if they refuse to claim him
tell me then
why do they shame him so
with guilt when he’s done no wrong 
and now he can only sing the saddest song

a song of longing 
and a song of loneliness
already held down
worsened by rejection
lack of affection

he is now weighted by depression
and no one else will listen
so i mourn along with him
the days of running free

i miss with him too
hearing laughter
and feeling loved
now long gone
by the binding ropes rubbing us raw

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Walking The Shore



1-8-2013 Walking The Shore
 Tomorrow,just as today,I begin to wonder,
 How much I would like to walk the shore,
 As the same as I did,once long before,
 Those memories do not fade,even if in thundering rain
 Or more so now that I have my cane,
 I met you once there,I was not alone,
 Your eyes sparkled,like the stars far beyond,
 As if the same,a memory or a dream,it's what I want,
 To return with my kite to fly,my feet to sink ,my mind to awake,
 Feel the warm sand through your open hands,
 Kiss the smile -right off your face,like the waves curls before the break ,
 I am here now writing in the wind,
 Sharing with you where I stand,beside the busy sea,
 I shall stay as long as I can,willing to fill you in,with my favorite pen. 

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The world is slowly turning
We're all danncers
The song is full of depth
Drenching us in meaning
I watch you as you dance
In the arms of the moon
How unaware of me you are
I'm a long faded dream
Or perhaps a nightmare
That you've forgotten
My heart is clinching
My emotions are spinning
The song fills my ears
Your voice fills my heart
We're dancing so close
And yet we're so far apart
Separated by two realities
You no longer exist in mine
And I no longer exist in yours
The rose bears corrupt thorns
Stabbing me in the heart
In the middle of the dance floor
I slowly fall to my knees
At the end of it all
You're the only one who could
Bring me back to life
At the end of it all
You're the only one who could
End the life devoted to you
The world is slowly turning
We're all dancers
The song is full of depth
Drenching us in meaning
I watch as you slowly fade
Into the arms of the moon
The music comes to an end
And I'm dying all alone

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Foolish Feelings

Lately, I feel sorry for myself 
And how I can’t just get you
Off my mind.
Your sweet talk’s are 
Comforting and make me feel
Happy inside.

Somehow, you will be there for
Me. You seem like one of those
Guys who would take that
Special girl in your arms,
And let her know that you’re strong
Embrace will never let her fall
And that your love will be forever

I wiYour soft caress has
Held me captive in the palm
Of your hands. I only wish to
To sing you one song from
The heart and strum the 
Notes from my guitar…

…because from now on and
Till forever, I cry myself to sleep and
Awake to a day of foolish feelings.
l will no longer feel like I have to fight to
Be with you and stay with you
Just because you like someone else,
So please I beg you to let me sing
To you this one song and I’ll be gone
Forever free from your chains of despair.

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MESS OF ME for Bay Joe

i wanna know why
i cant let go of you
i wanna know what 
im supposed to do

they say its time that i say goodbye
but i cant start living a whole new life

its a trouble that's  in my soul 
its a trouble till i grow old

you my darling
have made a mess of me

i wanna know what
can i do
i wanna know how
to get back to you

they say ive got to sit down and try 
but bay, without you i just wanna die

its a trouble that's in my soul
its a trouble till i grow old

you my darling
 have made a mess of me

its a trouble that's in my head
 its a trouble till i drop dead
you my darling
have made a mess of me

you my darling
have made 
a mess of me

i wanna know why
i did this to me
i wanna know if 
ill ever fly free

they say its just my mind playing tricks
but i guess that means im finally getting sick

i wanna know 
if ill ever forget your face 
i wanna know
 if youll forever remember my embrace


its a trouble
thats in my soul

its a trouble 
until i grow old

you my darling
have made a mess of

i loved you then, i love you now, ill love you forever somehow

to: bay
im sorry

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I Still Love You....

I heard a song this afternoon,
as I listened, I stopped what I was doing.
I sat stunned, wondering if that was like you,
are you waiting for me to call or come home?
As the song went on, sitting where I stopped cleaning,
in the corner of the room, I cried my heart breaking even smaller.

It's been months since I last talked to you,
I remember what 'mom' told me the day I left.
That I could never call or come around,
that you and everyone she was related to wanted nothing to do with me.
That I was leaving because I 'never cared about you,'
but I left because I do care and since I was 'causing too much stress and pain.'

As I listened to the song, 
I wished that was you singing that song for me.
I cried even more because I miss you,
and I know I'm not as wanted as I want to be.
I know you love me, 
but I also know that I hurt you that day so long ago.

It was always thrown in my face what I said that day,
that I made you cry and your wife 'never seen you cry until that day.'
That you were never the same when your oldest little girl,
said she 'had nothing here' to her father's question to live with him.
It wasn't meant to hurt, I was just saying
that most of the family was where I was then.

So please dad,
please don't forget about me.
I know I caused you and your family pain and stress,
but know that I am okay and doing fine.
That you're in my every thought and I love you,
and I'll always be one of your little girls.

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Things Which Last Forever

"Nebulas are my factories, part of my industry of birthing more galaxies into the  sky, more planets of interest are there, on that you can rely.
When those who reside on Earth sing do they not have a song or a have a line in a song that reads 'when heaven and nature sing?' 
In fact evolution and creation were meant to be a harmonious dance where one does not cancel out the other.
Silly to take sides, but take sides if you must because you still can have beliefs, but please don't choose to become a hater of each other, of God and act like I don't exist.
Don't take my Christ out of Christmas not ever, because even the pagan symbolism has basis in Christian fact.
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas, a native son from Turkey was indeed a fact, a living soul.
My timing and man's understanding of the timing in days, in years as I had meant,
have but only come to the forefront of man's understanding.
When I create and what I create are things which last forever.
It is when man tried to take control of things, granted not without prompting from something else altogether that time and death had begun.
My Christ is the one who corrected that by having Earth receive its King by His shed blood on Calvary."

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The air is breezy, the night is silently resting under a moonless sky.
Incense burns strong but on this night;
 the scent was like faint words to an untrained ear.
No Moon to gaze upon, nothing to offer condolence.

And just as discontent quickly enters, it leaves.

The wind rises,temporarily transposing all thoughts rational, all things not rooted,
all things unclear.

A moment in chaos passes quickly but the memory cannot be repressed, 

The clouds, gone with the wind. The moon; once hidden, illuminates.
 The scent of vanilla filled the cosmos and the song retold creation 
A melody in which the beautiful voice perplexes the laws of science.

The song that exalted Kings and crowned Queens played until the Sun silenced 
him dead.

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My Old Music Box

I love the song of my old music box
Singing the tune of Joyful Joyful
Everytime I'd open it
There was the song, so simple
But so beautiful

I love when it would just open up a new light
Although I've been through a lot that day
Just hearing the sound of the song
The song which reminded me of love
Love so beautiful

I love the way it would brighten up the sky
I mean, everytime I'd open that Music Box
There, looking out my window, was the sun
The sun grazing the depths of the cement and grass
The landscape so beautiful

I loved it when it would make me smile from the deepest frown
I loved it when it would sound the song of the Triumphant and Brave
I loved it when I would open it and it play
I loved it when I would let it ring for hours, and hours a day

But that I have grown from my younger years
I can see myself walking further away
But as I fade into the dark, dark light
I can still hear my old Music Box
My old Music Box singing its song

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Enjoy the Ride

Truckin' along the road of life,
    Facing the music head on,
Roadside entertainment
    and exits to the past
Fly by.

Wind in your hair,
    A song on your lips,
Desire to succeed
    fueling your life
Full speed ahead.

But in all that determination,

Don't forget to slow down
    and enjoy the ride,
LIfe is about the journey,
    not the destination.

Life can come at you hard,
   take a sharp turn off your desired path,
Bring you tears and pain,

But feel the wind in your hair,
    hear the song in your heart,
Stoking your desire,

So Live, 
Let Go,

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I’m starting to question whether you meant it or not.  
What if you didn’t?  
What if those sweet kisses you gave me were nothing more than a responsibility to you?
I can’t stand it anymore.
I don’t know what you want me to do.
Am I supposed to just sit here and take it?
Are you really going to tell me you didn’t mean any of it?
Was it all a lie?
You’ve pulled me so far in just to make my heart drop.
I don’t understand the reasoning you have behind this.
I just need a little bit of help.
Help me…

((Inspiration for this one comes from the song "Hands Down" by Dashboard Confessional.  
They have completely different messages, but that song made me think about this.))

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Come down, come down
To the sound of the wind
Feel the cattails blow across ones face.
As the red wing black bird sings
The song is one that most protest
Hear the song whisper on 
And one will hear perfection
Of nature’s harmony
So end industry 
And do not bottle perfection in a zoo
For what a person does not want to view
Is decay, frustration, and death

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a song for lady sovereignty

a song for lady sovereignty
this is the first thing i remember
i was a husky, curled, and waking moon
when i first dreamed this dream
when my blue and yellow inside sea
first saw lady sovereignty
she was a twisty movement of ease and grace
a healthy, strong
brown-red hourglass
slippery, windless
aching to resurface
to wrap her damp knot of answers
around my confused and dependent blues
to revive my glum and gloomy attitude
toward reason
he was floating golden bright
when he first felt her sound
a hidden figure
dressed in rocky
warm, and rolling ivy gowns
his frame was shaken as she starting singing
a song that had no words
she held his face and surged him forward
toward rebirth by beaded turns
instead of absorbing, he pushed her
ignored her
and cried out loud in lonely fear
'pesky lady, get away from me
just five more minutes at my mother's breast
a little more time in her prickly
long dead, rotten arms
that i half believe are comforting
i like the stink, the selfish, disillusioned power
that my new great father taught me
i do not need you! i do want you, lady sovereignty'
so now forever he remains underneath
pretending all the while
but to me, her mystery smelled sweet
the waters calmed, she drifted ever upward
and asked to strike a deal
'use your words for good
to cure
to remind the people
to heal
to revitalize and resurrect, to inhale united
to sit in silence, to listen, to be still
to regain control from the shadow maker
and walk down roads where winds are soft and patient'
lady sovereignty, she promised me
and i took her at her word
fear will leave me if i let it
if i have the nerve to rise and steer
with her through truth's fluent, fluctuating ravine
so i stamped my stamp onto dried bark
sealed with sap and folded clean
sang songs out loud for courage
allowed myself a fighting chance
and joined the band of lady sovereignty

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Song in The Colorless Forest

I send my heart to caress your hair
To console your heart sank in your tear. 
I send my heart to hold your hands, 
To advance and leave the past in the rear; 
Along the depth, by the alley of thorns;
You soaked in your former love's storm.
I send my heart to whisper your ears
To savor the small bird's melody, 
Perched the branches of revivable trees
While the wild fire has disappeared.
We’ll enjoy the song peacefully:     
The light lyric of feeling free.  
The small birds sing the song of life:
One day the forest could be revived. 
Silently we mind the birds’ song,
Our hearts spring and sing along.
Uneasily we advance our steps
Forestalling to fall in the old depth.

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11 11 angels time

           11 11 angels time
In between two trees
I lay with my mat 
tied on both 
Oh I love the wind 
The shade from the trees are nice and sweet
Like I relax
Without a stress 

11 11angels time
It started to get dark 
And the stars was 
On the sky
I was in a good mood
As I count the stars 
And make wishes 

11 11 angels time
I had a voice speaking 
To me saying
wish come true 
When is at 11 11 
eleven eleven 

11 11 angels time
I asked why will wish 
Come through at 11 11
The voice replied
Is the time angels grant wish 
To every soul that live with 

11 11 angels time
Lastly the voice said
Love is 
Lift others 
value earth l.o.v.e
For out of sacrifice all
Was made with out a cost.

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Night Song

The night whistles as it has in these hills for ages.
It whistles and echoes the endless sound
Of tree frogs and crickets in the thicket,
Of the distant police sirens' call
Intruding upon an under-aged drinking party
Far off into the magical woodlands.
The tone scatters out into the moonlit night,
Hiding behind mossy logs or large wet rocks,
Or running of into the forest until morning.
It swirls in the breeze and off between the branches
Of blossoming trees, still scarce enough
That the sound of their rattling appendages rolls on un-muffled.
It has a rhythm to it, if you think it does.
The whistle skips along the forest floor
Like the many footsteps of a deer herd in migration.
It lacks a rhythm, where ever that rhythm is not heard.
It is the song of the here and now, eternal and ageless.
It's a song that will be heard for as many generations
As this forest manages to survive,
The echoing yelp of a hundred coyotes
Howling in harmony at the silvery full moon.

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Once Upon a nightmare

As I close my eyes I linger slowly to sleep.
As I fall into this world of dreams.
I see you face once again.
There you are once more in my arms as we dance.
Your lips press softly upon mine as the passion flares.
Once more our song plays in the background.
Once more I sweep you off your feet.
So light as we dance upon the floor.
Our eyes meet the song comes to an end.
I place a rose in long beautiful hair.
Your smile is like a gift that warms my smile as it spreads upon your face.
Your eyes change color from the glare of the moon as they shine.
To hear your heart as it sings in a loud song as I melt.
Once more a kiss upon your lips before I awake.
But to open my eyes an realize its too late. 
Waking up in disapointment to see you aren't by my side.
To only cry and wish I still had you here.

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Sing Me A Song Of Love

Sing me a song of love:
A song of passion,
A song of emotion-
One that's true and genuine filled with everlasting devotion.

Sing me a song of love:
One that is sincere, 
One with compassion,
One of truth-
One that springs from the well of hope, eternal.

Sing me a song of love:
One of deep admiration,
A song of purity, of commitment, of family-
That bonds and can not be broken by the chimes of time
A song of love in rhythm and rhyme.

Sing me a song of love:
One so strong that it rights the  wrongs and
Lessens the hurts of past disappointments and makes life worth living-
Never to be taken for granted or given up on.

Sing me a song of  everlasting joy, peace and love-
One that as a child of All Mighty God, I am so deserving of.

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The jazz men of Grand Central Terminal
Gathered on the dirty edge of Park Avenue
Wearing the green-white guayaberas and some honeymoon sombreros. 
Suddenly we have been interrupted at the last minutes our jokes
Because an old scholar of ours has asked to do so; 
He wishes to sing a song he has written 90 years ago!

For a while we stood there watching his face.
The small eyes not even the shadow of a failure.
As far as I could see it he was right. 
We're no longer young anymore!

But they shake their heads. "This our last chance
And you aren't sure what it was. The line of Living
And the line of being dead." As they're gazing over the bush land
With my old blue guitar who's gazing the Speaker
With whom they came to raise a question from a past with the tune
Of "Green Bridge where I go to die
Either I'll cry or flame myself by rage!"

Even as now I talk, in shake hands too, they do not listen.
And now and then, I see the reason, the handsome gull is growing
Old too but not the fight their own
And his voice was still sharp. Oh what a song! 

Moment by moment, I look at him. Look strong, 
Following each word well under the cloudless heart of ours.
"Who is singing the Guantanamera's song in English?"
Rise, manhood, for full grace, with fire in his eyes
Once were waved with age-tears. "I am, with the birds!"

He gazes at us, fascinated. Making a sound, when, 
just as we are ready to explain this is not for him, 
he turns back. Since we try to understand what happen,
I can see him walking away to 42nd Street, untouchable 
by the wind. While us, like a group of kids
We are still playing on the mug.

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While he was puffing in *"Duduk" 
Death plunges, fainted alone 
In desolated deserts. 

No lulling wind, 
No amusing lightning, 
Nor shading house, 
Not even the ‘black weeping clouds'
Yearning, to his companionship 
While he was puffing in *"Duduk" 
Heart plunges and fainted, 
Till the scent' melodies 
Flowing into pale dry grass 

*Armenian musical instrument is one of the oldest double reed instruments in the world.

Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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Branch upon branch I hop
Singing my lyrics in the air
A song of calling.
Tree to tree I fly
Mine is a search
For a partner, for love.

I take a moment to preen
Have my coat tidy
For I am out to impress.
For a moment I scan the lands
Distant and wide
Hoping to spot the one I can love.

Melody and pitch
I compose my tune
At times I croon
Another I raise my notes.....
My song is the same
I need someone to love me.

At times I fly
Making dance in the air
Circles and loops..........
I want to be noticed
I reach for the clouds
Then again back again.

My cause is stated
My language spoken
Hoping to reach a receptive ear.
As I prepare to go to my nest tonight
A question lingers
Will it be you to love me?

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The Reason

When I am lost
When I am weak
When my feet refuse to move

You are the One who covers my fears
You are the One who dries my tears
You are the One who lifts me up

So every time my song is sung
And every time my name is praised
Every time a battle’s won

You are the Song they sing
You are the One that’s praised
You are the Hero sung

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can I sing a song about you

Can I sing a song about you
Can I sing a song telling them about you 
Can I tell them how cute you are?
Can I tell them how i feel
Can I tell them how we cuddle 
Can I sign this song?
Telling them how i love you my dear 
Can this song be only yours
Can I sing only for you my pet dog?

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Love Song

I hear love songs softly ringing in my ears each one reminds me of the way we 
were , the way we should be.
Every line is a line you might use to describe me
every feeling is a feeling you have for me
every soft whisper in the song brings me closer in your arms.
The slow sad parts are the worst for I feel your sadness in each word and I see 
your tearful eyes as you look towards me.
Each song is speaking to me begging me to listen, hoping I will hear what your 
really trying to say.
Your words to me are a song and they bring me closer to you as they dance in my 
Your never-ending song is all I want to hear ringing in my ears.

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The White-Lighted Glow

The white-lighted glow
Radiates above us
And below, billowing up
The management of faces,
And the eyes,
Showing us the other world,
It's dark deceit and naked, pure beam
In a voice and direction in a deep, deep dream.
In this clouded song might  it show
This white, white, white-lighted glow

(And you will never know the words to your song or the origin of your Name.)
(But you will sing in hot-blooded declaration all the same.)

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Hard To Love

OK, so this isn't really something I wrote. It's a song by Lee Brice, and I love this song because it really relates to me in a lot of ways and I thought I'd share this with you all. 

"I am insensitive,
I have a tendency
to pay more attention
to the things I need.
Sometimes I drink to much
Sometimes I test you trust
Sometimes I don't know why
you're staying with me.


I'm hard to love, hard to love
I don't make it easy
I couldn't do it if
I stood where you stood.
I'm hard to love, hard to love
I don't deserve it but 
I love that you love me, good.

I'm a short fuse
I am a wreaking ball
Crashing into you heart like I do
You're like a Sunday morning
full of grace and full of Jesus.

I'm hard to love, heard to love
I don't make it easy
I couldn't do it if 
I stood where you stood
I'm hard to love, hard to love
I don't deserve it but
I love that you love me, good.
Love me good.

Girl, you've given me
a million second chances
and I don't ever wann
take you for granted
I'm just a man
I'm just a man.


I'm hard to love, hard to love.
I don't make it easy
I couldn't do it if 
I stood where you stood
I'm hard to love, hard to love
I don't deserve it  but
I love that you love me, good

Well, I hope you enjoyed it :)

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Cicadas' Song

A fine-spun shell clings to the weed 
my arthritic fingers yank from soil 
of the same drab tinge.

My ears ring 
with the constant humm-m-m—
insistent joy—familiar music 
from thirteen years past.

Invisible cicadas sing as they mate,
unaware of their fate, 
unconcerned with the weight of time,
while my work-worn joints
made me painfully aware of mine.

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the beginning

A final song to sing
Life is getting hard
Not a thing you can do 
Day dreaming
Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you
One more song to sing

Voice of an asylum forager
Choice to become a cultural voyager
Pictures are taken
But perfection is split and edited 
I move mountains if I could
But that state of mind is not understood
The price you pay 
For having a small paradise in hell
Like loving a widower 
An Achilles with a sense of compassion
Minus the expense and lashings 
Was going to sell my bed to pay rent
Some of us appreciate the absence of zero
But no one truly admires a fictional hero
If all A is B and all B is C 
but doesn’t equal something
Then C is the unsound value of nothing
An outcast because I have a sense of morals
A list of things to do, plural
Only in triumph
Will you find a cure for your fall
Hitting walls in my mind
Did you forget you were human
Brush your hair away from your eyes
For god doesn’t cry
Poets getting scarce 
I’m starting to paint
Portraits of where you are
I’m beginning to faint

Ask your lord for help
No Mercy
He’s not listening to you
Enjoy your final breath
Are you worthy
The worlds a fast place 
But you’re in no hurry
I’m alone
No tomorrow 
To reach for
And I miss you

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Dock Of The Bay

Back in the summer of 69
                            I remember sitting on the dock of the bay
                                     watching the boys of summer
                                   build their love shacks love shacks
                                    girls were playing twister and
                                   sipping on pina coladas all day
                                     feeling kind of groovy  groovy
                                    I couldn't get much higher higher
                                     with these such good vibrations
                                     from the summer in the city
                                     way down in Key Largo
                                watching my beach baby beach baby
                                           from the dock of the bay

Just Something I was working on
for a song Used all summer songs LOL
Hate to see the summer fun end

This Song Is Written By Me 
And Now Is It Is Published Thru N.W. Alabamba

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It's in the movies that the display,
Measured white screen precisely laid,
The twenty-four a second images roll by,
Captured as if conceived by artistic eye,

And I don't know if what I have been is proper,

I haven't treated you as a friend and,
I haven't treated you as best I can and,

Properly displayed and played,
Stories of love and risk,
Do what is wrong, song of hearts,

I don't know what is meant as proper,

Romantic notions are adored only in fiction,
A rose by any other means is no less expensive,
What once as joy perceived as friction,
A proper distance starts at extensive,

And I don't know if it would have been proper to be proper,

I loved you as much as a friend as any other and,
I loved you enough to take a chance and,

Wrenched connection sure to cause stress,
Sink where respect goes to drain,
Done what is wrong, song of hearts,

I don't know why it is proper for us to part.
(I have done wrong).

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A Song

A Song from my book in progress - The Boatman’s Song
Its part 1 to 26 already on Poetrysoup.

NOTE:  For my Poetry Soup friends: I may not be posting any comments and new 
Poems from 18th Feb onwards owing to a minor eye surgery I would be under going
On 19th or 20th. Feb. As such I hope to resume my writings around Feb. last. Till then
I would be taking a short leave from all of you. With love……. Ravindra

A Song 

O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
How blooming you feel in the wake of spring
My heart is still in the grip of autumn
Trying to wipe out the hidden agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains

O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
The Earth is spreading its beauty in the colors of spring
And yellow flowers of mustard are singing a tune of love
The Sun has started spreading bright light on everyone
To wipe out some of my agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains

O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
The colors of Holi* are waiting to get mingled in water
And the beloved hearts are trying to embrace their lovers
Dipped with the heart touching color of Tesu*
Which arouses powerful sensations in every lover
To get lost in the arms or dreams of their beloved 
To wipe out some of my agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains


Kanpur India  15th February 2010

*Vasant = Spring
*Ritu     = Season 

Holi*     = Color festival of Hindus in which water colors made from flower
               Tesu only used to be played to truly celebrate Holi. Use of other
               types of colors are a distorted form of Holi and should not be played.

*Tesu   = A natural flower which leaves its colors when dipped about 12 hours
               Have a beautiful enchanting effect on the skin and mind of its players. 
               Now very rarely used during Holi in India,  but it leaves a lasting 
               impressions on the one who plays Holi from Tesu colors.

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Stream of consciousness

Kenny G is blowing “forever in love”
In my ears on my media player.
His haunting sound makes me want to weep.
Why that song affects me that way
Probably can be explained by my analyst
But I have neither the time nor money
To spend on such a frivolous notion.
The song is nearing its end like this
Stream of consciousness will in a moment.
The flowing series of images and thoughts
Running through my mind are unique
Inasmuch as another person listening
Might be affected differently or perhaps not at all
Nevertheless, the feelings have ended and so has the song.

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The Right Song

Time moves on, yesterdays gone, theres nothing back there for me.
Then I hear a song and to the past I'm drawn.
The memories come rushing back vividly.
To the days when I was young, dreaming big dreams.
All those dreams went unsung like whispers in the breeze.
Like a lost love, all my friends have all become estranged.
Time rolls on, the past is gone, it's funny how people change.
I knew those days wouldn't last, but I miss them now and then.
Still all I need is the right song to take a stroll down them again.

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In line formation with a quaint response formidable

Chase the wind in cinder appeal apposed to action
The make believe pen on a blade of steel
Choices being made having great response played

Marked on its torn blotted page,

The call of the wild a little child
Looking after storm clouds bow
With a pillage to the plow in heightened drama
The band played on for your honor,

The scene again filled with bright colors in fashion.
The notion of them grasping & sharing,
What on Earth was she wearing?

As a Warhol scene within its designer mean influx 

The thought of stone pillars erected in soaring heights with plight
A song bird soars in the night & then
A whisper of the loom in want or that of heat?

A societal attribute in longing to appease
The rational lingering to please
One day soon all will have to bow the knee
In dire worthy honor to our maker

The thought of a caped crusader,
In champion we learn to reflect.
A notion of a song in sorted reflect
Upon silence toward a want to fulfill a given need

While the world outside longs to see you bleed
Yet by faith we are captivated by the smile
The hung feature of a lonesome child
Nestled in a cradle apart from the wild.

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the process of killing a new favorite song

and so you’ve stumbled upon a new tune,
a new beat, 
a new assemblage of lyrics & distorted guitar,
beat & lyrics,
twang & acoustic guitar
all meshed together &
you cannot get enough of it.

at first you hear it somewhere that you had not 
be it on the radio, the television, at a friend’s house,
or any number of the ways in which people can
consume music via the net these days,
legally or illegally---
all the same,
you now hold the song in your possession,
so to speak,
downloaded somewhere in your presence,
pc, pod or phone,
or maybe if you can still find it,
burned by that laser onto those fossils that are called, um,
compact discs.

the melody, the riff, the hook,
buries itself within your brain 
just behind your retinas & it
stirs, it dances as you agree in kind to
memorize the lyrics &
encrypt the rest inside the walls of your skull,
tattooed on your heart,
flowing within the veins of your body
beating like the heart 
throbbing like an orgasm
electrified like some unlucky wanderer who got stuck in an open field in the middle of a 
lightening storm.

but you take it with you on the train
you take it into work
you listen to it on your lunch break
you listen to it walking home
you listen to it fixing dinner
you listen to it during dinner
you tap the vein & shoot
tap the vein again & shoot
drive the needle in
drive the needle in
drive the needle in again
cranking the volume more than the last time
like a junkie whose high is dwindling
like a whore/john who just can’t feel anything anymore
like a soldier/cop who no longer cringes at the sight of gore
produced by a violent kill.

desensitized & lost alone in a room with a melody that no longer means anything---
closing your eyes & 
staring down within at the death of
a song you only just stumbled upon a few 
days ago.

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Unlikely Duet

His "mommy" had taken 
her grandson bungee jumping,
and left me dog sitting.

Eli, a tiny black "Pom,"
two pounds dog, five pounds hair,
stared at me. His sad eyes
begged, "My mommy's gone,
what're you gonna do about it?"

In spite of mediocre ability 
–What do dogs know?–
I began to sing,
"You Are My Sunshine."

Eli pointed his nose heavenward,
pursed his mouth,
and sang with me, his tongue 
curled into a rose-tinted
petal of love.

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Can't Sleep

Can't Sleep
by Cate Rock

Dying dying.
She lays out 
& crying.

A perfect love is what she had.
One who was always smiling 
...never ever mad.

Her broken heart told a story indeed.
One of what she wanted...
...but not what she'd need.

A hollow kind of happy,
a twisted kind of hope,
a weak strain of trust.
Now to find a way to cope?

How can a leaf fall so far from it's tree?
How could he let this happen to me?

Did he not care?
Does he not still?
This rejection no one should bare!
Rage fueling me to kill.

How can a cheery blossom smell as sweet?
Why can't a penguin fly enough to get off his feet?

When will the equator bare snow?
Why in Antarctica nothing will grow?

Questions never asked have no answer.
And a mind that wanders as such grows like cancer.

Why can't I get this song out of my head?
Why cant I sleep at night in my bed?

The song means nothing...
Barely has a tune.
Just help with the pain.
Just help with anything!

Random thaughts run through my head,
alone at night crashed out in my bed.

God this song clouds my brain!
Damn Weird Al is freaking insane!

"Drive-Through" sucked
but I'm adicted.
I can't get it out...
Can't evict it...

God help me
in going insane...
Now I'm in pain.

Trying to write this here.
My mind alwas stuck in second gear.
It's not sleep or hate not even fear.
It's this god blessed "Drive Through" 

Submission date : 2010-02-16

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A song For The Broken

Can you feel it clawing in the back of your mind?
It happens all the time.
Can you feel it in the back of your bones?
Can you feel it head to toe?

My demons are clawing their way to the surface.
The surface.

There’s nowhere to hide. Just wait and see,
The darkness inside of me.

I can feel them in my throat.
I can feel them in my bones.

They drag me down to the depths of hell 
And lock me in a jail cell

I try to swim, instead I sink
I can’t even freaking think.

They’re going to rip me apart
Rip me apart.
Rip me apart.

My demons are clawing their way to the surface.
The surface.

Think of me at dawn,
In your dreams when I’m gone.

All I can do is sin,
 So think of me then.

So drag me down, down, down, 
Away from this, town, town, town,
Drag me down.
Drag me down.

So drag me down, down, down, 
Away from this, town, town, town
So drag me.

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Our Song Verse 1

If you could teach the world to sing, what song would they be singing?

From all the words that you could choose, what words would keep them thinking?

Allegories with apostrophes, similes or rhyming, 
It matters not the tricks you use, our children keep on dying.

And day by day their numbers grow, helpless and in need.
With rolled up sleeves, a demand we make, and that is to be freed.
With political censorship the world could sing but the TV would not show
Then try as we like to sing together none of us would know.

For all you kin who hear my song its time to write your own....

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The Song That Plays

If you close your eyes listening to the song that plays,
You can be gone.
You can be far away.
You can be the sky above, the earth below, and everything in between.

You can become, through a song.

I’m sure there are many other ways.
Like in the written word or a portraits face.
But for me so far,
the only way,
is listening to,
the song that plays.

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A Melodic Spring

Whistling breeze, a pleasing song so dear to me
The sunlit drops dancing upon warm cobble streets
Dancing sakura so pink and pure of a snow below
Small creatures gliding across the pastures beside me
A perfect day to begin a song filled melodic spring

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Sweet Listenings,,,

                                    There's a sweet song
                                    A song that sings
                                    A tune to sooth,,
                                    Away over the mountains

                                   A song to hear
                                   For an ear to listen

                                   Sweep me away
                                   A melody so pure
                                   Glide me to the mountains
                                   For this sweet song i hear,,,,,,,,

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Song of the Lost (rewrite #2 2009)

I saw
a wintry song bout us all.
The minstrel had brought a package
of cold new Eden
The crowd hovered, 
as statues to the heathen.

Sounds poured,
 thoughts raced to the wind. 
When silence passed
 the minstrel would begin.

The vibration of string began 
with a note in the hand 
Listen! The simple song of hope
the hope of dreams
sounds so pure 
from such simple strings
 wrought with pain and cure.

Tasted were salts of sound 
Each bent, to benefit our need.
blank stares streamed,
with tears that were broken 
Each touch of coldness, and thought of regret 
formed dreams that only men can forget

From deep Edens verse emptiness now poured
filling every space of every chord.
Notes meant to harm not heal   
Now caressed my soul
Sounds of cold rhythms swarming 
so dark  I dared not look away 
lest my life lose its meaning there on that day.

In the end as falling into a pit
my heart soared, to escape the madness of it
I now burdened by song
stood at the end of all hope  
then as if seeing our pain and tears
knowing of our fears
In anticipations silence he did bow,
and with one final note
my darkened mood enshroud.

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Dronging Along

Singing the song of longing
along the windy road to my dronging
the city does not lie very far
with its houses, workshop, and bar,
Singing a song of love
or the birds that sing in the trees
oh, my heart listens for the breeze
that rustles through the leaves
and leaves me relaxed 
my nerves less taxed
Oh, Henry had it right all along
nature sings a lovely song
among the trees, bushes, and creeks,
Civilizations can surely reek
of corruption and pollution
nature is nurture along the river banks
and in my backyard it really cranks
out the melody of the birds and winds
that heals my mind as it mends
my heart, Oh, singing the song of longing
along the windy road to my dronging.

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Vasava - An Untold Story 11/Many

Vasava – 
An untold story                                                                        11/Many

It appeared that Rati* the wife of love God Cupid
Had come before the Shiva* the God of destruction
To charm and disturb his meditation
Thus taking the strength of God Shiva* 
For saving her husband the Kamadava*

By expressing shyness through her beautiful eyelids
She had added only more charms to her lovely face
And by filling a touch of passions,  in her slow movements
Vasava was adding only more restlessness among all those
Who were watching,  the legendry Vasava on the stage

By listening the heart touching sound of her Gold Noopurs*
All became enchanted, while listening the sound of its music
Even the lamps which were burning to spread the light
Increased their flames, as if they too wanted to see the beauty
Thus illuminating the beauty of the dancer more and many fold

King Udiyan and King Suyodhan, both were watching Vasava
Almost spell bound, as if her beauty had charmed them completely
As the beauty of a full bloomed flower 
Often takes away our heart and mind together
Udiyan was feeling as if, Vasava had stolen his heart completely

She started her first song of the day, by reciting a welcome song
Attributed to King Suyodhan, who was lost in the dreams of Vasava
She sang ‘Priya Tum Aaye ho dwar hamare, Vandan Abhinandan Hamare’*
The Alap* which she started from the slow pitch of voice 
Went high enough to touch the hearts of every one who was there

Ravindra 					26th March 2010

Copy write protection as per Poetry Soup automatic Copy write provisions also.

* The song lines are in Hindi which can be recited in English with its 
   Explanation in English

* Priya Tum Aaye ho dwar hamare, 		
   Vandan Abhinandan Humare’
   Nagar Dwar Sub Sujre Savre
   Aathitya Sewkar Karo Tum Humre

You have come to our door, O dear 
We welcome you and greet you 
All the houses and doors are set a new  
And are ready to welcome you, ( O God like) Guest of ours
You have come to our door, O most dear
Please accept and be our Guest. 

* Shiva		Constituting the trinity of Hindu Gods, Shiva performs the function 
                                    of the destroyer so that new life is created once again.

* Kamadava	Cupid or Kamadeva, the Vedic deity of Love astride his mount the 
                        parrot, whose form embodies Rati, his consort. Together these two 
            deities, Kama (Love) and Rati ( Desire) signified each other. 

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Kettlepot Field

sometimes it hurts 
sometimes it don't 
not a penny 
but no debts 
the horse i once rode 
has wandered away 
tell me, you bastard 
why i've lost my way. 
i lost my way 
in a kettlepot field 
ending the journey 
to sleep i would yield 
and laying there 
in a blanket of grass 
sleeping with crickets 
a snake bit my ass, 
but i was 
without a care 
staring up there 
at the cosmic fair.

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FREE CEE bruce, holdiay or joplin

                                        BRUCE, HOLIDAY OR JOPLIN?

Just another genius junkie
Someone’s master and someone else's flunky
Just another genius junkie, man
Building crosses while cursing the inevitability of a plague
Writers both vehement and anything but vague
Some of them whose rhymes fell upon deafened ears until one fluent in his language finally dug deep enough into the meanderings and masquerade of his mind to find………………
Just another genius junkie, man
All of them stringing words stridently together so as to weave a web of contradictions…….
All of them with assorted and sundry addictions
Those who waded the rapid waters of a psyche wounded by worry and worried about the wounded
Pundits in pulpits
Puppets in public places
Standing on their soapbox wrought of metal keys and a thin ribbon of ink
But don’t blink
Because if you do you might go blind
Or then again you just might find………………
Just another genius junkie………………….

They didn’t roll away the stone……..
They can only describe, with excruciating exactitude, the rising of His Holy Ghost
Those wiser and infinitely more insightful than most…………………

That one made us laugh by invading the truth with his dirty words and paid the ultimate price for doing what he did to urge us forward despite our slightly embarrassed laughter

She made us cry by invading her veins with a vicious need to wave away the woe while slinging a bottle of whiskey and singing as if she knew that people like us who  would kneel reverently at the alter of her song needed to hear her voice raised in majesty by a lady who ultimately proved there really is no forever after
Those defined by that which is strewn and stranded far behind
All of the conflicted who, to self-inflicted misery, were inclined

Because if you read deep enough into the fragmentary thoughts scribed onto page, or listen closely enough to a song of rage heralding a heresy, or accept a few dirty words as fundamental to the facts brought forth and quite succinctly said
dig deep enough and you’ll find just another genius junkie……………………
Just another genius junkie now so needlessly dead 
                                       © 2012……PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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What If

How do I approach him?
What if...
What if I flew in
Jumped outta big bin
Gave him a really nice pin
What if I bumped into him?

How do I talk to him?
What if...
What if I talked about music
Told him I hate glue sticks
Showed him my brand new kicks
What if I started stuttering?

How do I tell him how I feel?
What if...
What if I wrote him a letter
Played a song that isn't bitter
Wrote it in the clouds and did him one better
What if i lost all emotion?

How do I make this work?
No need to pout
I've got it all figured out
I'll talk about music
Walk up and amuse him
Share a song not to confuse this
Then in the end
We should be really good ...friends
What if it all falls apart?

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RAIN IS LIKE A SONG TO THE EAR The outpouring of rain Nurtures life Signals the spring of life A welcome feeling of warmth and freshness Sometimes soft and sometimes heavy Just as someone deeply in love Wanted his affection free and true As truly inspired he hoped a favorable “yes” For you, his Lady aspired for always It’s not easy and comfortable but when it showers it rains! Acceptance would ring and tune a bell For everything goes with the rain Just like a song to the ear Serenading a love one from the heart!
Dalila Agtani 7/15/2001 For P. D. contest I do love the rain!

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You Gotta Read the News to Play the Blues

yeah i feel a lotta 
sayin' that it ain't 
really what it seems 
a comin' on 
what your momma 
and her second personality 
told you bout 
my silly song, 
it ain't wrong. 
kinda makes me 
wanna bang the gong, 
but it goes on, 
back and forth 
like ping-pong. 
every no-good goody-two-shoes 
try'na play the blues 
without readin' the news 
boo-hoo, ineptitude. 
the ruling class can't 
harass me because i  
dash too fast 
through the past 
to a safe place 
at last.

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my song

there is a song I keep deep inside
no one has ever heard it before
there is a small crack that light shines through
ajar now is that door
I think I can sing this to you

can you write the music and the melody?
can you hear the whisper of the words I sing?
if I hum a few bars will you sing it with me?
this song that plays in my soul
this song I want you to know

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At Singing Beach

Finding the heart of
my place,
birds peep
Songs tweet
At singing beach…
everything sings
around here.

We strangers
early a.m. newsprint
by the glass of a
morning sea
reflecting a morning

Someone’s tune
a polka
stepping across the
bay – and
this year.

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Lemme handle business 
Lemme make ya smile 
Lemme take you downtown 
a couple hundred miles 
Lemme give you a few 
cheap thrills. 
Cause, in the end 
We'll just end up paying the bills. 
**** the bills 
I mailed 'em my pube clippings. 
Whole lotta funky sounds 
come a riffin' 
While I'm smoothly grinnin' 
into the breeze I'm pissin' 
Jimmy, Jack, Johnson, Joe, Jerry 
Jesse, Jed 
I knew 'em all once, 
now they're all dead. 
Got a sad story, better yet 
I don't. 
Reverse psychology won't work 
on toads 
Whether or not I'm loaded, 
I'm havin' a pretty good time. 
Sometimes I forget whatever 
reason I got not to smile.

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Silent Psalm

I long to write a silent song;

ringing resonant rising

round revolving reach,

risk relaxing riots,

quiet storming streams,

sentient string

waiting your


sharing story,

advent's adventure

deep despair diving

diastolic drifting

out beyond sonorous sea seasons

sweeping flight to gather might,

speaking slyly deep

down steaming volcanoed channels

reaching roots of listening

into Earth's core chi-soul.

Speak, justly shout enchanting contention

churning charry content,

informating reasons

fine-purposed meanings

boiling funnel tipping

turning spinning

spilling waves of Tao balance

revolving temperamental cross,

straining yang from West to East

reversing yin from East to West

like longing lingering

loitering within belonging

becoming being

yin's right spins left

good's evil space

wrestling voices



massaging rhythm's blood flows

flying frequencies

echoing past identities

of storms still-dancing

through memory's veins

and river swollen

spring's raucous roaring

songs singing silence

I long to write.

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War Logic 2

Who cares about the lie of peace making
to cover up greedy hands dirty for oil
The arms race that has been promoted
since the discovery of the gun
just more ammunition to kill ourselves with
leaving us asking what have we done
Wouldn't it be something if social sciences played a part
in the salvation of societies
as we promote them to disarm, using intellect
psychology used for a global interest to stop the onslaught
that has never ended since we felt the need to protect eachother
from eachother
no need to continually build the murder machine
other parts of the world rewarded for their indolence
learning to turn the other cheek when it comes to leading men
into heartless mindless needless slaughters
to steal resources that belong to god
Stop the arms race
kick in the new song and dance to cheerlead the world to their utopia
these are the cards you have
why are you not seeing them for what they are
Every country does it
preparing for the worst
with no plan for the best
just constant reminders of why we need to invest in our own untimely deaths
the pen mightier than the sword
what could have been a holy man approaching a civilisation falling from grace
tried to deliver the message, then fell from grace himself
sing and dance your plan for peace
and consider that your plan for the best
it may seem like living a lie at first
until the generation raised this way carries out the dream you've been waiting for
rewards along the way for dismantling death machines
no reason to sell anybody any
what are we protecting ourselves from?
can't fathom sharing our land with another
too afraid to realise i didn't harm you, and don't wish to
they shouldn't want to harm me, ive done nothing to be considered their enemy
why allow myself to be swept up into someone elses emotions
and kill hundreds of thousands of people because of the actions of one man
one man made a big mistake, thousands of innocents shouldn't have to pay
prepare for the worst is all we seem to do worldwide
our problem will never go away until we plan for the best
a song and dance to lead us to our utopia
not the other way around
see through the propoganda
it's your world, it's your free will
the above are just the ways the domino can fall
the more guns you have, the less room you have for peace
the more weapons you build, just more to clean up after you take over the world
the whole planet with the same plan
new song and dance
anything to belong for peace

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my soul, oh my

my soul, oh my 
it's a sweeping, sealing cry 
a supernova quasar lighted bright 
and how do you 
speak and cry and smile 
teach my soul 
you you you you you 
can try 
my my my device, i use thrice 
into to to to the new world i sail 
on rails  
can't fail 
so frail 
dont be shy 
they've told me so many times 
why why why why 
can't i be shy 
just sit back 
and enjoy the vibe 
my style 
but must be wild 
to prove my guile 
have you ever wanted to play some music 
but didn't know the first thing to do? 
well that's me right now 
right here 
and i'm sittin' here playin' a song 
well i guess one young boy wasn't enough 
for the tearstained ritual 
that you carried out in your momma's basement 
yeah i guess one young boy wasn't enough 
for your lanky toothed grin to shred 
what the hell even is a soul? 

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you are

you are everywhere I want to be
in the breeze that blows down from the mountains
in the long shadows cast by the mesquite trees
in the light of the moon
in the glow of the stars
you are everywhere I want to be

you are every song I want to sing
every note set to score
every beat of my heart
every line of every love song
every tempo that we dance slowly to
you are every song I want to sing

you are everything I want to feel
the tenderness of your kiss
the heat of your passion
the pounding of your heart
the strength of your love
you are everything I want to feel

you are all of these things and more
you are....

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Sat here in my flat I think of Norway, 
of all the places I’ve seen there and the bands – 
Gaate, Blood Red Throne, Satyricon, Amulet and more. 
To my Norse gothic bands I’ve seen here in England – 
Mortiis, Madder Mortem, Leaves Eyes, Octavia and Tristania. 
How I love it and can’t get enough of them. 
When will Sirenia come gig here? 
Norway and your music, I love you very much.

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Sing A Song For me

Let me hear the melody-a sweet sweet melody
One that even the birds can't sing.
Let me feel the beat-a soft, strong beat
Whose rhythmn reaches my very soul.
Till the evening dawn
Chases away the sun.
Sing a song for me-a sweet sweet melody
One that even the angels can't sing.
Wrap me in warmth-written just for me
Cover me from my head to my toe.
I want to feel I belong
Turn my house into a home.
I climb the stairs-turn the key-
Say you'll sing a song for me.
Sing a song for me-a sweet sweet melody
One which only my heart can sing.
Oh if only you really knew-
How much I love you.
Sing a song for me-one you ordain yourself
My shattered broken dreams mend on a shelf.
Sing a song for me-bring freedom to my soul
Maybe I'm just too demanding..
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.

Luther Vandross
Pattie LaBelle
Brian McKnight

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Eventual Evolution

I long to sing a song of future prosperity
For years to come, filled with fruitful seasons
Quality and quantity
Legato lexicon 
And pianissimo phrases
Feed the mind 
And soothe the soul
With therapeutic enhancements
And emotional release
A song of the utmost elegance
Where we waltz to its up beats
And we tango with its tempo
Impeccable intonation
With heavenly harmonies
And melodic medleys 
A song of the new age
The re-invention
The reincarnation
The rebirth 
Of music
A long awaited evolution is on the way
Sooner than later,
But still…

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Song of the Heart

Song of the Heart

the melody begins
as the wooing takes center stage
wrapped in gossamer strands of moonlight
her eyes twinkling with the stars
glisten as tears of unbridled emotion slip down her cheeks.
He caresses her heart, gently tempting to her to wing
the song intensifies, crescendos,
and her heart bursts forth into the starry night
pounding with the timpani,
resounding with the woodwinds
and as the song quiets once more,
gently alighting 
back into the hands
of the man who set her free.
They nestle together in contentment
as their hearts pound, 
echoing the song in their souls,
anticipating their journey into the unknown symphony.

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a person called Dy

As the bus drove us to school 
& the talkative Dy continued to talk 
Never stopping, always bragging 
Holding the book, never studying 
Always would like to stand as bus 12 drove by 
She always laughs & smiles
Hitting the book on the chair, a million times
If the book would talk he would say: oh God burn me now 
Better than hell 
She continues to talk, looking at the Indians in a bus
Smiling & waving goodbye
As she plays with me the basketball & 
Hits a millions people’s head
She always buys 4 chips a day 
& eats a gum to calm her down 
She never accepts a joke
She always goes sad, & looks at the windows sun 
She swear she’d never forgive me for life
So I asked: does this include not talking ever?
She always brings her phone to school
& listens to the stupidest song ever made
Oh my cells are bored from this 
She always makes me laugh & 
Sometimes she makes me cry  
She loved a song for 2 continuous years 
Why is she so sensitive?
And I thought I’m the one 
Who complained I?!


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something like opium

she said the cold with out the snow 
is just stupid
and i always get down 
in the winter

i've seen the bad side of good
the good side of being down
and everyman seems to be his 
own god damn prisoner

some days are like tomorrow 
and mean nothing
i been known to lose it all 
sometimes i just calm it down
but it matters not what i do now

i'm searching for a feeling 
some what less than empty
something that feels like opium
after you breathe

i was once potent enough 
to wanna be left alone
now saturdays pester 
as if theoretically i'm gone

to tell the tale of a story untold 
winter sheers my patience pale
so i light a fire, exhale
watch my conscience 
pour mercury on a verse 

you see the trouble with the curve
is sometimes things seem worse 
than they actually are
hindsight i wanna feel like you feel 
like opium just after you breathe

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Words, Song of

Created by this ink
These words sink 
Unto a page
Forever Woven

I’m the creator of these words
Father of these letters
My soul, Fiery, ignites
Life born into shapes

Lord of Words 
I’m the weaver of this ink
Woven into a quilt
These words tell a story

With the breath of life
I read these words aloud
They are not words, alone
But another life unfolding

Beyond your wildest dreams
Words let you escape
Into a world unforeseen
Either cold or full of life

A beautiful life
Set for a strife
Or a deadly soul
Setting no goal

Blessed blood
A black heart
The running ink
Like blood in veins

A pen is a sword
Destroying a life
Or sacrificing one
From only ink

Separated by pages
Chosen by readers
A book only given life
Over only openings

Secluded on a dusty bookshelf
Or stacked a tower 
Seen by many
Read by few

Words are a song 
Singing a life
Into a book
Awakening a soul

Pleading to fly
Into the mind
Of a lover 
Of life

Beautifully written
A life unspoken
Words are wrote 
On a dreary night

Beckoning Elements
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind
Into its pages 
Scenery unfolds

Forever and ever
A book brings many things
Into this world
Such as a Song of Words

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Meeting Hank Williams sr

Meeting Hank Williams Sr
I was setting in a store back 20 years ago.
When a car pulled up to the door.
A tall man in a cowboy hat came out and came in.
He sat down and began to tell us a story.
He ate a piece of pie and drank a coke.
Then he asked if he could play a few songs for us.
He sang I saw the light and your cheating heart like no one else could.
Then he got up and walked to the door. Tipped his hat and said tell them old Hank was here.
All you viewed from the door was the dust that rose from the ground.
Then we looked at each other and stated that it wasn't him. For it was Hank Williams and it was 1973.
Old Hank he died in 1953 Was this the ghost making someones day.

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Dawning an era one,
Downing,we era one,
Two songs sung,
Dawning not won,
One downing won,
Song we era won,
Strong we era tong!

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a pocket full of wishs

I have a pocket full of wishes,what should I
wish for.
should I wish for more wishes,should I wish
for a better tomorrow.
what can I wish for?I have so many wishes.
I really don't know what to wish for.
so I think of wishes now.
I throw one out to the sea and wish for stars.
I throw another one out another wishing for
a moon.
I threw a another wish for a breeze,and I wish
for the ocean.
and the everlasting moonlight.
I wished for a song so I can hum to at night 
I wished for that song I can hum to all night.
as I hum the song at night,I can here the
same song I'm humming to.
I turn right beside me,and its you.
as she smiles,she takes a a wish and throws
I ask her,what did you wish for.she smiled,
I can't say she said.
But she said in a soft voice.its you

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Are you

All alone,
cigarette burns away,
tv kills the silence,
as night turns into day,
now I know,
this pain wont go away,
hate the way it makes me feel,
carnt show, carnt tell or say,

are you feeling it too,
hardly breathing,
are you seeing it too,
how hard its beating,
are you hearing it too,
sounds deceiving,
do you fear it too,
your heart from breaking,

alone with you,
tremors glisten with sweat,
capable of poisoning futile minds,
how two broken hearts met,
a vodka later,
ashtray full to the brim
gave it all up for you, my profession,
my vices, my whole being,

all alone,
candle carves a shadow,
elongated body,
full of sadness and sorrow,
rested on the mantle,
a bust of a welsh poet i adore,
plagued by his genius, 
crumpled paper on the floor....

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Somewhere in Time

That song would
always take us there.
A beach, white sand, blue water,
swaying palm trees and
your pony tail flowing down 
blowin'in the wind.

Like children, we built
castles and palaces
with the sand,
snapped photos of each other,
and watched that flimsy contraption of
paper and string floating on the breeze.

At sunset, we would 
spread a blanket, 
unpack a basket and 
lay back for a picnic 
on the beach.

Turn a different corner
we would never have met,
and faint hope would
never have soared.

Sometime following that
in the still of the night
to angel of the morning,
the silence of your
gestures and your smiles
attracted me,
you said stay,
and it was complete.

how a song 
sounds like a memory,
like a recording
of a summer's day at the beach
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For My Only Love

For my only love 
If I could write you a song 
it would be like rain 

It would fall gently 
upon your sweet heart and soul 
like dew on the grass 

The words would be soft 
as a wind chime on the breeze 
hanging from a tree 

And the melody 
would be the sound of bird song 
at the rise of morn 

The tempo would be 
that of rain dripping on leaves 
of the mighty oak 

All this I wish you 
If I could write you a song 
For my only love 

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what happened to me
why is my head in my hands
for hours on the floor
im not crying
tears of boredom
the song rolls
the song rolls
couldnt see this happening to me
but here we go again
whats happening to me
my head on the floor
all day again
my hands on my head
caving in again
not sure if im giving up
not sure if im caring at all
what am i supposed to do
i think they won
won what
not sure what i lost
this was before my broken nose
before i was kicked out of the churches castle

i dont want to be me
im not sure im even an active participant in my own life
do i need to be here
do you even need me here
i dont even make noise
just drive the nails you give me in my own coffin
until this way the wickedness comes

my hands in the air never made it stop
the screaming
of false accusations
your sing alongs of my paranoias
i dont understand why im here to learn from my loneliness
the lesson of me as one and you as them being seperate from we
yet you are we to one anothere seperate from me
i wish i could be replaced
suppressed by this higher being
tormenting me inside and out
is this his only pleasure
is it a girl
does it even matter
will it ever be over
am i glad to be a monument of what forever feels like
so i can tell the difference when its taken away
i obviously dont matter

head on the floor
memories of the beatings
memories of name callings
memories of loneliness
cant do anything right
can't wait to die
just want to die my way
tired of your game
whoever you are
make me want something
almost achieve it
everyone else gets it easy
then its taken from my view and i forget about it 
to be left with nothing
to sit on the floor crying
counting my possesions in my head
badges of pain
never saw this coming
dreams for you to take away
and you live through them
rub them in my face
too ashamed to fight for them
what a waste
waste of everything
probably let you down
the only thing you could bank on is that i would fail
just sit here and complain
make up my own truth through the confusion
and then feel guilty for being wrong
wait for the punishment
for being me
and then hope to die
and never have control over my own fate
tell myself this is my destiny

all day
minutes to hours
the sun falls darkness
i get up
go to bed
don't know why i spent all day
all day with my head on the floor
giving up
head in my hands
on the floor

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it begins, an untitled song
a song for a winter's day 
without lyric or refrain
a catchy little tune
that I hum while
the seasons change
winter to spring, spring to
summer, summer to fall
the tempo growing stronger
till once again, winter returns
lyric forming in thought
the song to be sung
a duet

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I heard a song today

I heard a song today
That bird song so sweetly
But whatever did it say
It seems to use an ancient tongue
From a far antiquity
A civilization from a prison sprung
A long forgotten melody

I heard a song today
A score sheet of my pain
My identity in a jar of clay
My history in an unknown refrain
What bird is this
From where now does it come
What ancient shore today
Post bail and give it freedom

I heard a song today
Words from a better dictionary
And yet still strange, strange, I say
This phantom archeology
This flower of a voice
Amidst the scrunching city's noise
Fades on a cold anxiety
But the bird won't go away 

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Beautiful sorrow

Old and new
Dust and dawn
Stars and light

A force not to change.
A pasting of the times.
A guide of the hours.

These only seem to grasp the beauty that I can see.
But if you look they also grasp the sorrow that I feel.

I see a child grow,
And the parent is left behind,
Only to miss the joy that is gone.
You wouldn’t think a simple thing as this could break a heart,
But you also never thought you would be so caught in a war,
A war that threatens to tears us all apart at a time when we need the most.

One knows not enough freedom to be the free person she is.
One knows only the day when you are not you and instead she becomes the 
One knows only the cruel words that fill you heart and mouth.

She is active but is chained by your love.
She is the child who plays the mother because of love.
She is the music lover abuse by your love.



That is who they are but that parent that will morn their absents,
Is the one that in the end will push them all away.

Now as I sit here and vent my sorrow for you, 
I can only hope you get my meaning.
I love all of you so much.
I don’t want this war to tear us all apart.
So as I go on I only say just listen and then talk.

First to you the free bird who is caged.
You are active. 
You are kind.
You are caring.
You are out spoken.
You are independent.
You are a Queen,
The heart of your land.
Never loose that my friend for kindness my get you far but just being you will set 
you free.

Next is to you guardian angel who’s wings were clip long ago.
You are kind.
You are loving.
You are the career of wounds.
You are peace keeper of us all.
You are the Healer,
The curer of illnesses.
Don’t loose your power for in the end it is your own magic that will heal your 

And  now to a harmony in the beauty of a song that forever goes unheard.
You are kind.
You are wise.
You are creative.
You are musical.
You are the Priestess.
The protector of the altar.
Never forget your girt of music cause some day you’ll play that song that all will 

So just remember weather you are a Bird, an Angel, or a Song,
All can soar.
All can live.
But most of all they can be.
Cause I will tell you well I can,
This world was not meant for ones as beautiful as we.

For we are bound by more then just heart and soul.
Love ya’ll

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* The song on the radio

The song on the radio reminded her of him again.
Their song they would dance to until dawn.
Tears dwelling in her eyes, remembering of how it
might have been, if only she had said 'yes'.

Her first love, the one who, you never forget.
Laughing, over the funniest, stupidest things holding
each other tight, never wanting the night to end.
He is married now so she heard with kids a 
good job and a drop dead beautiful wife.

Her life she dared not share with anyone. 
If ever asked she would make up stories of the day
she married her 'Prince Charming'.
The whole time fighting back the tears and the screams
she held inside for so many years.

When he came home she was always ready for him.
His chair just right, food fixed just so, kids in bed.
She never uttered a sound, or asked how his day went.
She knew better than to ever speak with out asking
him first, for if she did the beatings would start again.

He walked in again ranting,raving, slinging things everywhere.
Throwing the cat against the wall and than he came to her
She got herself up, never uttered a cry she knew better.
She goes to bed and dreams of him, her first love.
she turns the radio on and the song reminded her again of

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You wear a ripped up slice of agony to show you what emotion is
that cuts and penetrates so deep you have a million tiny pieces
and never ceases
to remind you of your weakness
Weakness, a painful work you don't allow
created by the ones without the tools who are the fools that take the vow
of life
where the pain and ache is not applicable
and the only way to suffer is to make it imperceivable

If you block out the faces, places, silent spaces
rewind-erase it
come and take it here I am
splintered, broken - here i stand
and yet the song still plays and reprimands
the song of all our fears
a cadence made of tears
of sin and disobedience, and yet despite this
I hope someday to find a pocket full of posies
Ashes to dust and dust due to neglect
What happens when the ring around the rose becomes the noose around your neck?

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Can you hear it?

Can you hear it?
can you hear them?
the screams of pain echoing 
across cold grains of sand 
the moon enveloped in a haze 
of smoke and dust 
kicked up by the army 
ants, treading through the maze 
of villages 
fear the new language 
fear the new mind-set 
tensions high 
love low
can you hear it?
through all the blood and 
the weeping of mothers 
there might actually be the 
sounds of a sweet bird 
singing a song of hope an love 
amongst the rubble and decay 
the song of hope may be
heard again. or will it....

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Hot Tune

Ram air jig saw jam it jamboree
Force feeder fill it suck it all in binger
Get your kicks off here and there and everywhere
Crystallized colorization banger crusader

Simple Simon says masher remixer just grooving it baby

Carnival kaleidoscope head spinner
Silver sliver slipper sliding on down working it home
Back breaker back flip resounding deep supine spine bender

Roller coaster whip lash whip it up baby

Some sweet bitter bubblicious delight
Hooks me in jack trip rip power play
Gives me them soulful sounding feedback colors again

Drive it on in and set it free baby

Let it all go hope so
Forever yours

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She sings,The dumb mouth

She sings,
The dumb mouth,
But she sings.
There is,    beyond the deads,
The time's continuity,

It continues in silence,
As crazes the stone
... And have no  more eyes to cry,
Does not means,  so far,
Close his eyes on the future.

Elle chante,
La bouche muette,
Mais  elle  chante .
Il y a , bien au-delà des morts,
La continuité  du temps,

Il se poursuit en silence,
Comme se fendille la pierre,
...  et n'avoir plus d'yeux pour pleurer,
Ne dit pas,           pour autant,
Fermer son regard sur l'avenir.



- jan 2015

( in memory of the  Charlie Hebdo's  victims )

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The rhythm ,and the beats are a part of  my heart.
The words , the words of  pain, sorrow, guilt, love help me to explain the 
emotions I am feeling. 
The pain and sorrow connects to my mind like a  string to a guitar.
 The melody relates to the beat of my heart. 
The feeling of  love and happiness plays and plays a sweet tune that passes 
through my ears. 
As it plays and plays, all I can do is combine the  melody and rhythm throughout 
my mind connecting   words to the emotions that I feel inside.
 As words of anger ,sadness, love  and happiness pour out onto the page, all I 
can is think about the music.
 How I can feel all the tunes that are running through my veins?
  A song, a song is but all that remains .
A song of sorrow, happiness and love relates to the feeling that I try to hide. 
But in a song my emotions appear clear. 
In a song,  all I can hear is the melody ,beats, and rhythm that convey my 
emotions to  no one but me.
 As the rhythms, beats, and melodies stop, all I am left with is the emotions that 
stay hidden  deep inside. 
Where no one but me understands the rhythm to my life.

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I Need The Fear

tell me your lies 
and your careless tales 
oh, but 
they were all true 
and it takes me back 
to those times 
cruising on the backroads 
waiting for the light of night 
and in the ballroom 
when life has sung its song 
listen real close 
peek in the corner 
i'll be 
the fat lady 
howling my lies 
my careless tales 
they were all true 
and it takes me back 
to, to those times 
those rhymes 
but why 
why does it have to end this way? 
i don't mind it too much 
it's cold, and comfortable here 
i still sweat a little 
but i need this fear 
and the sneers, and jeers 
I've pissed these years away 
now my shoes are all wet.

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Evil Game

reasons for the 6 oclock news
on the look out for the missing children
the song and dance of the slaughter
never understood my own perverse innocence as i felt watched over

syndicate of music, drugs, blackmarket sex
Royally intimidated
mental health overwhelmed overthrown
4 million people listening to your pentagon remover

underneath this umbrella
a better song and dance
waiting for the moment we hear the stories of the found adults

their pieces fit
a lifelong torture of the underground celebrity

the sickness they endured and understood
so you would remember and want to come home

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in between

there's a song that I hear
lyrics stuck in my soul
playing over and over
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
I guess I'll learn them as I go

it's a song about chance
of buried hopes and dreams
of mountain sun and evening rain
a song about love, living, dying
about all that falls in between

right now I hum it in my head
memorizing, harmonizing
a constant white noise that drives me
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
yet, there is no singer here

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a differ song 

Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee... 
all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives 
wait as ninjas making promises to GOD. 
One man smiles his KNOWING at me another shoots them daggers in me they 
both make promises that they can't keep me with the horror of they lust. Eye like 
children best at how they trust us. A little girl is singsonging and her mother is in 
horror at the man for he must HATE the little girl for making noises WAIT this old 
man loved it he was never very mean about it but secretly he hummed his 
breathe to match the song the little one has hummed. Thinking now only good 
thoughts of his GOD and how some people are just young and how they have 
that innocence of youth just keep the little girl from growing old OH WENDY 
WENDY WENDY please just learn to fly to never ever land with peter pan 
and she is making every word she speaks into a rhyme for she is the offspring of 
the wine the very poese and this poet the loving daughter of mye mamsie she is 
so very in mye heart a world apart but ever near me sometimes she seems to be 
left in me in the places next to mother held so dearly one man HARD as stone 
another yeilding growing older in the recess of the conquest of his time. 
Sometimes it seems this poem could go on forever for this poet would just stay 
and type these words forever and hum a differ song. ...yes ewe its for MARY.

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We finally finished our album. I'm so happy. It will be on sale in 200 record shops in Norway. I hope our music speaks to people. I want them to experience that feeling when they listen to it. I want to change things. I'm not sure if my band members feel it or would agree with that? I can touch that feeling, like something's being born. I know it's possible and with luck will happen. My record, my singing, my words changing things and setting Norway on her new path. In a hundred years when I'm just dust, people will remember me and my record. I started the revolution from within. The wilderness understands.

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I Can Hear The Bells

I can hear the bells 

From across the town 

Just to hear them ring 

Can make my heart swell 

The sound comes to me 

On the warm desert air 

A sound unmistakable 

A joyful melody 

I can hear the bells 

Oh to be right there 

Near the church when they play 

To watch the people stop 

As if the sound were so rare 

It seeps inside of you 

You can feel each tone 

In a special caress 

One that you never knew 

I can hear the bells 

For the newlyweds 

The bells peal the wedding song 

To announce to one and all 

That they have made a pledge 

But when a soul has passed 

The bells seem to weep 

They sing out their grief 

With their ambiance 

I can hear the bells 

There are two special times 

When the bells outdo themselves 

One to ring in His birth 

One to herald that He rose 

There will come a day 

When the bells will cry for me 

A sad and lonely song they’ll send 

Over the town and valley 

Will you hear the bells 

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song that brings us together

it is song that brings us together--- 
sung amidst those that find themselves 
sharing feelings
brought through a just exchange of words & music 
for the dedication & promise to 

whistling through the workplace
singing the bits of a song remembered
in the grocery store, in an elevator at an office building
reciting lyrics with comrades in the line of
be it metaphorical or physical
life makes much more sense when
mapped out in melody.

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Without Your Body

I slept through it and then i never met you, but it's okay because we've bought clocks
elsewhere. and How the birds chirp and the ticks tock; the fist hands that broken song,
into our blood already boiling. A calm washes over me and i'm each bead of your voice,
magnetized to some center. Gravity lies between; it's relative. Like the size of your
interest or the feeling diminished; relish it. Song after song until our strings turn to
nooses and our finger's slowly slip the knot. Step outside your box and cover the graves
in shadows so that flowers won't grow - Turn ur smile up, emanate warmth to the touch,
crushing bones to dust. Sever the bonds and strip the oak so that we're soaked in more
than polite. Politeness that'sa blind figure draped in your movements; where intent thus
far remains obscure. I swear it's magical-icious, this tragedy struck through broken
bridges and whispering listlessness. A thrifty spend but, dont mention it: I've already
written your will, forged your existence in fake chrome reflecting plastic toy-play guns.
Lipping twice the power of electricity on in a vacant mind, the dust swallows the air and
no longer can i breathe but we both remember promised another full fit never stop it just
keep it closer wear it in your sockets so your eyes can get some rest within your pockets
so your hands can stop the throbbing and your ache can fill the airway - you know,
without your body.

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Thread of Silk

The spider made
A thread of silk
And soon after irrevokably
Was eaten by a bird

Now thing just hang
There like me
In an unretractablw world
My life a road
That goes no where
Because of that one
Capricious bird

And I could have
Tied up its wings
Until its flesh
Stank for the worms
But a man of dreams
Will always see beauty
Even in his sleep.
So I let you fly
To sing another day.

 I shall not
Behold you sing again
Unless the wind blows up
A song 
From the emptiness
Of a motherless world.
Only remember 
Spiders are not everything
Superstition says they are
And webs are not as malicious
As butterflies would make them be
My love dangles here
With no intent to trap
Or keep
A song that will not hum
In the silence of the soul

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Something in our Sway

There was something in our sway. Of hips and lips, of thoughts and things. 
Oh, there was something in that movement. That fluid, blessed movement of alignment and
fluidity, of morning slumber and night time’s caress. 
The kind of caress that stimulates and undulates. 
It brings the dead to awake. 
Nothing ever talked back when I spoke to the sky. Everything was empty, yet full and slow,
I always had this feeling- this waiting, dripping song. It leaked into my soul and sat
there with a grin. Everything amused it, it sang of snow and sand. It sang of eyelashes
and the paper-thin touch of skin. 
I never listened when it sang to me, I knew no one else could hear. But when I stepped
into your light and widened my eyes and blew open my heart, the song it sat in silence. 
It listened. 
Defeated yet inspired, it traveled through my mouth. 
It parted my lips and left, it’s course led straight to yours. 
Just like the sky, I felt empty, yet full and slow, alive. I sat there with a grin. My
soul had found it’s friend. 
Now all I can do is give that song, receive that song and keep it free, that song. 

I’ll let us flow if you let me grow and I’ll let you see the nakedness in me, we’ll be
what we are and we’ll see what we see, we’ll do what we want because life makes us free. 

And it breaks our hearts.
So live and breathe and die and see, but do it as you tangle with me. When I wonder where
these feelings source, I can only say: there was something in our sway. 

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My Song

can you hear the words
the song playing in the background
do you recognize it
no you don't
why would you
the song just plays over in my mind
constantly reminding me of you
why would you know it
you've never heard the words
you don't know the meaning to me
just listen please
don't judge
don't laugh
just hear
maybe then you'll get it

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song of confusion

i think I'm lost
I'm so lost i don't know if I'm lost
i don't know which way is up 
and which way is down
which way to go and what i have left behind
what i should leave behind
who am i and who i will become
my heart sings a song of confusion
my mind wonders empty corridors 
explores new ideas and worlds
a whole new universe
and I'm trapped in my own confusion
and i don't know what to do
I'm scared ill loose what ever i am
and never become the person i am supposed to be
because I'm to lost to figure out anything
whats up and whats down
who am i and who will i be
where do i go
whats this song i hear 
is it the truth
is it a lie
my head hurts
my heart cries
i don't want to be lost anymore

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Close your eyes

   Close your eyes and think about the one person you can't wait to see in the mornings.
   You need no alarm clock to wake your body up when their in the room. 

   When you fix your hair and spin twice in the mirror you think of his eyes staring at 

   You can't forget a word he says, it's like an informercial forever in your head. 
   You sing the song he likes most... or the one song that desribes how you feel when he
   touches your hand.

   Your constantly aroused and think about dirty stuff like channels you should just
   skip but your curious to explore when he's gone.

   You want to hold his hand, if he's a crush you demand his attention. 

   When ever you see him your heart skips. Like Keyisha Cole says " Love" Never knew 
   what I was missing I found love.

   Can't really even explain just how much he drives you insane to the point that if he 
   doesn't stop staring and just start feeling that your going to murder him. 

   At night when you fall asleep he's in your dreams and helps you sleep. 

   You wake up with a smile on your face just to face another day just to see his 
                   Do you even need me to tell you what you are?

                             Your in love. 

   Open your eyes and look around if he's not standing next to you go and get him
   because life's to short to play around.    

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When tree limbs rub like crickets leg
They sing the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna

When the wind will turn the door
In and and in out like an accordion playing
I hear the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna

When evening turns from memory
To sleep and pillow of a weary brain
The echo of a hollow heart is: Lorna.

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Writing my reading aloud

Reading poetry
and writing poetry i realize
that creative writing it is soo expressive that it is best produced
when actually talking almost
out loud in your head
slowly dramatically physically producing audible sound in your head
like tiny little speakers

and reading other peoples 
of art
out loud to see their pauses
and ponder the voice
as to wether the were
a las
lonely in a bed 
of thorns
or tired 
of coughing from a broken iron lung

and when you find the audience of which whom you entertain and they slide away 
and you rebirth your self again
and the major audiences are grasped at
the several voices of target audiences appealed to in on e piece
you have a best seller
and this is your royal novel sucker patrol routine

When i make a cd i pick the best song of every abulm i have on a disk
and the best song of those disks into themes
and write one line form every song into a data base then organize those 
sentences into rhymes and different themes
see what missing in the vocabulary of sang language
as we fit this and that memorized busted 
all you did in school all day when you taught me a s a teacher was read stuff out 
of text books and then regurgitate it anyway where you just made up the answers

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1. The rain hits my hood
2. As it falls to the ground
3. My feet are wet
4. The cold water feels so good
5. But I still don’t make a sound
6. Death is all I will get

7. A long walk home
8. Getting more wet with every step
9. Headphones blaring
10. I am so alone
11. Could not explain in depth
12. Sing so loud, now people are glaring

13. Overflowing drain
14. Streets in a flood
15. Why so much pain
16. No need to explain
17. With the dripping blood
18. Mixed with falling rain

19. Bleeding now uncontrollably
20. Your yard now so full of water
21. Laying as the rain hits my face
22. So dark outside that you cant see me
23. All I wanted was her forever
24. Feeling drowsy now I’m closer to my place

25. Your bedroom light shines upon me
26. My wrists are starting to swell
27. Tears burn my eyes
28. Not knowing what I came to see
29. Blood is such an awful smell
30. You have killed me with your lies

31. I can hear your music
32. Rain hits so much stronger
33. Still I am crying so loud
34. I can still taste your lipstick
35. I can not hold on any longer
36. No I can not be proud

37. A letter in my hand
38. I start to sing
39. Hoping you will hear me
40. Letter with lyrics from our song and band
41. Such a wasted thing
42. I am now lifeless and clear

43. I can hear our song now
44. With words of pure love
45. As you skip it
46. My voice is so weak now
47. Our song meant so much of
48. My heart now, you don’t give a spit

49. Can you even still hear me
50. Open your window
51. My body so cold
52. Look down and see me
53. Just a body below
54. I am told

55. That you rushed downstairs
56. And you told me that
57. You do love me
58. And that I would live, and I will sing without glares
59. And so much more then that
60. But still you could not save me

61. Holding my bloody body
62. Crying to yourself
63. Hoping it was all a lie
64. The last thought to me
65. To ask myself
66. Why?

By BenjaminZChapman

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Freedom's Song O' Joy

I sing a song O' joy
For antiquated times
O' how the people did fly...

Searching the starry skies
Listening for the babes cry
Still, sing I must O' joy...

Liberty frees girl and boy
Father's search the nights
A new mother soon sighs...

Viewing contemptible lies
Tearing at our young’s lives 
Yet, we sing the songs O ‘joy

Liberty’ freed girl and boy
As we hear the babes cry
A tear is shed from mine eye

Once as girls and boys so forlorn
Now as men and women 
Standing tall and strong

O‘ joy, we‘re singing -- Freedom’s Song
All eyes are on the prize
Because the people did fly…
We sing your song O’ Joy

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Cash This In.

How it burns:
this image of you:
onyx cufflinks, pin striped suit, crisp black shirt
on your way to your funeral, your wedding, your song to sing
How it aches:
this memory of you:
tragedy smile, eyes of drugs, ragged stance
on the eve of every sweet goodbye you ever felt and kept inside
How it breathes:
this voice of yours:
sealing up the broken hearts, ebbing along on the violet wire
on the minds of some, the ears of more, the hearts of all
How it burns:
this fire from you:
slow smoldering, uncontrollable, in your crisp black shirt
on your way to your funeral, your wedding, your song to sing

And it burns, and it burns, and it burns.

(for Johnny Cash)

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With a flick of my wrist
The crescendo builds.
With a open palm to the ceiling
The drums pick up.
Swoop down with both hands, then up
And the strings begin to play.

The people behind me, silent in observance
But me, I have the front row.
I am the Miestro.

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The Performer

I arrived at the garden of peace,
Typical day...mundane routine.
He arrives with a drink in hand
Laying his guitar case down on the curb.

He takes the guitar out slowly,
And begins strumming it...into tune.
He leaves the guitar case open,
And asks a passerby for any requests.

The passerby says, “No, thank you.”
He suddenly begins to play Jimi’s ‘Hey Joe’
The passerby pauses...slowly turning around,
Walking back to listen to him play.

I see the performer clutching the guitars neck,
As if Jimi...was the one performing.
The passerby astonished...began to cry,
I thought he enjoyed the song for what it was.

The song ended with a good finale,
The passerby dropped his change in the case.
I couldn’t help but to hear him ask,
How he knew what to play.

The performer said that it was his job,
To study his clients real well.
The passerby responded, “today’s my sons 
Death anniversary and he loved Jimi to death.

I went through his closet this morning,
And grabbed one of his many shirts.”
The passerby slowly turned to walk away,
And unbeknownst to him...I saw his tears.

The performer accomplished what he came to do,
And like him...without asking a question,
I too...observed the faded...Jimi Hindrix,
Printed in psychedelic colors on the passerby's shirt.

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My Lighthouse

Lord Jesus, you make my walk
brighter each day, you are
           my lighthouse.

As the song says, I owe my
life to you, because you are
             my lighthouse.

Darkness befalls me, whenever I
turn away from you, because you are
              my lighthouse.

Your light guides me to places
you want me to go, because you are
                 my lighthouse.

Praying always to walk with
you, to let you control me,
so that you will always be,
                    my lighthouse.

wrote 8-21-09   inspired by the song "The Lighthouse"

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Ripples of Music

The music
Ripples through my soul
Each note played
On the lone acoustic 
Your eyes closed
In the middle of the stage
I watch you, absolutely entranced
As your fingers work their way across the strings
The shadows of your long lashes on your face
Your dark hair scattered lightly on your head
The melody of this song carries me
Through the memories
Like a quilted pattern of emotions
A string of sadness intertwined with a fine line of anger
Your song weaves it's way into my head
Down to my heart and all around me
I might drown in it...
Your guitar took half of the song for intro
But I can tell when you are readying to sing
Although I wish you hadn't 
The guitar had pierced me far too much
I see your chest rise as you pull in the air
And then your voice... beautiful... fills the room
It complements the dark tune... but scares me
Your first dark yet luscious words sting
"How could you..."
Was all you said, three words
And then you strummed softly some more
The words echoing in my head surrounded by the dark music
You finish the song with one heavy yet soft minor chord
It fills the room, and then silently escapes
Leaving me breathless
You stand, not even bowing, and walk across the empty stage
Disappearing into the blackness
I feel tears under my skin
Rushing up to my eyes threatening to cut loose
And I let them...
They slide down my face as I draw in quiet sobs
I feel the mascara coating my face
Your song rings in my mind
And reverberates through my heart...

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Maestro of Heaven....

The treetops dance above with the clouds
as I raise my hands and sing aloud
raindrops sparkle in swirling mist
as I raise my lips to recieve your kiss

Light from the stars,the sun and the moon
soon to fall upon natures boon,
deep vibrations which fall from above
lucky for those,such celestial love....

I'd much rather see the song in your eyes
then to try to grasp you from my mind.....

Barefoot dancing with the moist grass
as I move to a melody sweetly cast
others with their shoes on don't touch the ground
unable to feel these deep earth sounds

Maestro of Heaven....please continue your song
even if we don't all sing along,
deep within i'm dancing toward where I belong
visions of your love make me strong.....but,

I'd much rather see the song in your eyes
then to try to grasp you from my mind.....

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love for me

I take all you give
locking it inside my heart
once a vacuous chamber
empty echoing
now resounding
with the song you sing
a song of love
love for me

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Memory Lane

Come with me, let's remember the days
 when life was easy and free,
  let's turn back the pages of time
   and be young once again.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

My life is so empty, I need to escape,
 those happy days are dead and gone,
  they will never come back again,
   so here I just pretend.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

Yes, it floats down memory lane.

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A Soulful Serenade

My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade...

The white cap mountains open
Its door..

While each snowflake shimmer
Through the wind

Singing the sweetest melody that
Flow through the mountaintops

Such infinite harmony with such
Sweet emotion..

Felt and heard through all the land

Yearning for a romance of that of
Romero and Juliet..

The melody in tune with a love

As the turtle dove dance to the
Lullabies of love..

My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade..

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Sing my song and hum my tune,
and everything would be,
fine and going along,
Each one of us has inside,
an inbuilt program called "self",
We all run through it endlessly,
looping like centered and mad,
Our input devices are not made,
to receive ,sight , hear or feel,
messages alien to our own "unit",
So if the song that is sung,
and if the tune that is hummed,
is his or hers and not ours,
Believe me your "program",
is wider than their "self".

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There's A Song in My Heart

Through the storms and test of life,
     A praise rings out of my heart.

All though things don’t look so bright
                 “God Got It All In Control”.

I may not understand it now but
                    “I’ll Understand It Better-By and By”.

I may not see my way clearly but
                     “I’ve Come this Far By Faith”.

Situations my look dead not but,
                   “I Speak Life” so I can live.

“I Won’t Complain” for “Through It All” 
          “He’s Been Good” to me.

I also know that “Victory is Mine” ,
        Despite what it looks like, “The Sun Will Shine Again”.

“Praise is What I Do”, for
      “I Got A Feeling” everything will be alright.

“Blessed Assurance” “He Is Mine” and “In the Midst of it All”,
   I’m going “ Higher In the Lord”.

For I have the assurance that “What God Has For Me” it is for me.

“ I Will Bless the Lord At All Times” for He has kept me “Near the Cross”.

His blood was on Calvery’s Mountain and I know “It will never Lose it’s Power”.

“I’m Grateful” for all He has done And I
        Will continue to sing his praises one by one.

 Psalm 40:2- And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our 
God: Many shall
see it, and fear and shall trust in the Lord.

" Titles of song in Parenthesis".

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The Song of love.

Bitter sweet is the song of love
a quivering leaf in the wind floating 
twisting turning in blazing hues of red 
spiralling down kissing the earth a promise sent
to the heart that loves.

As  the violin bow  against its strings enthralls 
melting  the stoutest heart stirring emotions buried deep
inside the nightingale sings its final song softly sweetly
into the heart that loves.

Cupid's bow straight and sure does not the heart impale
touching only the outer wall while love encompasses all
 No splinters  here of hate or envy no evil seed shall grow
only caring buds blossom here
deep in the heart that loves.

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Itching fingers,
graceful strokes,
where will the notes go?
Only the song knows;
Pulsing, riveting,
amplified for effect;
the freestyle is created,
strummed by a guitar pick;
Scratching out chords
unable to stop,
he's on cloud 9
even among 1000 raindrops;
strings catch fire,
alive in his hands 
the instrument knows;
A legendary song, Decadent!
With itching fingers,
graceful stokes,
Where will the song go?
Only the guitarist knows

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Unity of Souls.....

Come with me baby,and sing your song
come...take my hand and follow along
never should we expect,any to be fair
trust in your if you dare

This world is huge,with the choices so few
can only imagine,a special place filled with you
if heaven can only be found in your eyes
then let it be so....till the day I die.......

Yet,even in death,there'll be a special place
a special face,not even time can erase
with you,I believe,we have already conquered
the world with it's challenges,leaving nothing to linger

So,come with me baby,your song we'll sing together
our song will be felt....when we have joined eachother....

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magical essences surround thy song in twilight
between angel's prayer and wolf's cry
mine eyes intertwine with thine
Lost moments we share, stolen 
from stars winking eyes 
As my love doth grow in these gentil sips of night
when our lips touch and I cry 
as thou aren't mine and we are lost in sighs
Once your glory bathed me not in secret 
but in golden light, in umasked smiles 
Now we are but a whisper under the moon's eyes
with thee my shadow 
Forever by me, burning in me 
The light in mine eye, thee 
The secret that mine soul carries through the longest of days 
and I, the source of thee's call in the darkest of nights
but for these stolen moments,
we will never know completion 
as thou cannot be mine 
and I cannot be thine's
For magical essences surround our song 
the forbidden love 
of a day's heart longing for a soul of night

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itune him out with my favorite song
That ironically makes me think of him
Because basically I dedicated it to him 
So typical of me 
My favorite song blasting
All the lyrics match 
the thoughts that are in my head
I try to find an exact emotion
that can link up with the one
I'm currently holding
It makes me feel not so alone
  itune itune itune... out everything
so when no one understands 
I know the song in my ipod will
It might give me a revelation 
I can hear the light bulbs flicking
Did I find a new Exsistance 
By just listening to these lyrics? 
Sometimes I stay quiet
There is no need to start a riot
With the on going thoughts in my head
I carry infinite amounts of batteries
Cause I fear going dead
Than maybe I might have to get brave
Travel back to his wave link 
    After all the venting
     itune back into him and just listen
      Cause technology may understand
        But he's my best friend
              So itune in