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Sing to Me

When I am weary, tired and worn
When the day on wings has flown
When dusk comes with hushed repose
When I lie, a wilted rose
Sing to me

When my heart is bruised and sore
When my voice cannot implore
When my tears streak down my face
When my fears need saving grace
Sing to me

Sing to me on lover's bed
Sing to me, my worries shed
Sing to me, sweet lullaby
Sing to me, don't ask me why
Sing to me

With lips close to shoulder bare
With hand deep in raven hair
With voice trembling in my soul
With melody to make me whole
Sing to ME

Sing to me for in your tone 
Sleepiness to stars has flow
In tune whispered in my ear
Angel song of love I hear

Yes, Sing
Sing to me
 


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Good Tidings

It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.

The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.

"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.

For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.

The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.


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YESTERYEAR'S MELODY

A melody from yesteryear 
Plays softly on the wind--
A mix of myrrh and honey,
A wistful sweet and bitter blend.

Fond memories of bygone days,
Of long departed friends.
Of hollyhocks and lilacs,
A reverie that never ends.

A vision of a one-room school
Set in a woodland glade--
Of children playing joyfully
There in a spreading oak tree's shade.

A farmer toiling in his field
Behind a horse and plow.
No air conditioned tractors
As modern farmers do it now.

A rustic, weathered, country church,
A Sunday morning bright
Glows fondly now in memory,
Bathed in nostalgia's hallowed light.

A barefoot boy with fishing pole
Beside a lazy stream.
A song in perfect harmony 
Played in that golden summer dream.

Oh memories, sweet memories
Locked in my soul to stay.
Oh melody, sweet melody,
A haunting song of yesterday. 


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Part of Me

There's a part of me that still lives on the water
A part of me that you can never keep
Tears fill my eyes as I dream  of the ocean
I see that island paradise in my sleep

My fishing boat lies sleeping in the harbor
Anchor weighing heavy on the ocean floor
I still miss all those nights at sea
My fishing boat will sail again no more

This was the life that I had chosen
From one port to another I would roam
Never stayed long enough to be familiar
Never knew a place I could call home

Sometimes I walk along the shoreline
Listening to her song out on the sea
That's when I know that someday I'll be leaving
The song she's singing is calling me

There is something magical in a night at sea
There's a million stars hanging all around
Untold stories lying behind me
New horizons yet to be found

Now that my sailing days are over
And my life is shifting gears
I can still resurrect those memories
When I taste the salt in my tears.


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Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.


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Song Bird

If I were a song bird
I'd soar on feathered wing
to light upon your window sill
my song for you I'd sing.

Each note I'd fill with tenderness
as much as I employ
if you would let me sing for you
I'd fill your heart with joy.

If I were a song bird
to you I'd sing my story.
If it would fall on willing ears
my sad heart would know glory.

Each note infused with sweetness
I would sing with all my heart
the songs you have inspired
right from the very start.


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The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


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In My Life

There are places I remember Some I used to call my home Family house behind the curtain Tiny hotel room in Rome There are people that I met Walking down the path of life Meeting some I do regret Many still walk alongside There were moments in my life Many I admit were hard Gone with a blink of an eye Some I cherish in my heart All those moments and those places People that I know and knew They’d lose meaning, color, flavor If in my life there was no YOU. (Based on "In My Life" by The Beatles)


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Yesterday

dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one

An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads

with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks

"Yesterday, trouble was distant  life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed

I still believe and long for yesterday



for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober


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Your Melody

You whispered me a love song with the sweetest melody perhaps you should have sung instead a song of tragedy The words you uttered reached my soul and struck an inner chord but now I'm haunted by your tune each note a piercing sword An unrequited lovers song that taunts me night and day I long to have my soul at rest your ghost I try to lay Your shadow seems to follow it just wont let me be you seem to live inside my head of you I can't be free Perhaps deep down I can't let go afraid you'll disappear for then I will be all alone your melody no longer hear But I need for someone else to come and take the place of you to sing to me a different song with words that are brand new.
Sat 9th April 2011


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They are wiser

The song will spin and rake and weave
Night draws a warm, inviting sleeve  
He walks along the water's crest 
And picks the leaves that he likes best 

How certain are the lovely girls 
The calloused hands of aging earls 
A locket with a bit of twine
Forget them all, this hour is mine 

The sound of many worldly prayers
The splitting up of all the hairs
Will corner, force to choose a fate 
To bring about what comes too late 

Come sit upon a marble throne 
Forget the room you called a home
Keep not one single bit of proof 
That you were once a thing of youth 
 

 



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Why I Love You

People just don’t understand
Why I love you as I do
They think I am too intense
And perhaps, dear, it is true

But you see, Love, they don’t know
That you are the best of me
They simply cannot fathom
What your presence means to me

For you’re the living product 
Of a love truly sublime
The precious witness of truth
Of two bodies that combine

You are the reason we hope
For the better things in life
The reason that we dream on
Of when daughter becomes wife

But not just for the future
You are why I face each day
Sometimes I want to check out
I know you want me to stay

I sometimes think that this life
Is much more than I can take
But I know I must go on
I survive for your sweet sake

As long as you need Mommy
As long as you need me here
I’ll invest myself in you
I pledge always to be near

You’ve seen the good and bad
You know the demons I fight
Yet you say that you love me
And my world is filled with light

So, dear, why do I love you?
Why do I keep going on?
In a world filled with sorrow
YOU are my heavenly song!


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18 Stoic Faces

 18 Stoic Faces
- by Bob Atkinson

eighteen stoic faces
faced four who had come
to read the erudite refrains
of poets both dead and gone

readings were in earnest spoken
for respect for some who had
garnered from the establishment
accolades, awards, well sanctioned

yes, eighteen stoic faces
faced four who read so good
those meaningless diatribes
of useless linguistic words

significance became not evident
for similes provided here
metaphors vaguely crafted caused
me not them to revere

this didn't change my attitude
my demeanor didn't rise
waiting for an end to it
was my only real desire

so I couldn't clap and whistle
and be smiling in my face
that would not have been sincere
became just a little bit ashamed

whistle I didn't do at all
felt not much real emotion
gave a polite nod to those speaking
headed quickly out the door

save me from disjointed thoughts
can't those people see the truth
senseless disorganization
does not good poetry produce
 
of those thoughts not poetry 
I firmly do believe
the fireplace requires cellulose
for bright flames to feed

listless words written poorly
carried my imagination not
was frozen in my dreamy state
rusted any worthwhile thoughts 

next week went to Vegas
to see the eagle band
and watch as pure emotion
rocked that audience grand

ten thousand had paid apiece
a couple hundred bucks
to see those wordly masters
like Henley, Frey and such

they told of the situation
which emotion played upon
a woman's real life choices
why she'd become despondent

ten thousand cheered upon
recognition of great words
displayed while coddled with sounds
soft guitars and drums beat purrs
 
I thought "now here lies real poetry"
not those prissy kind of words
that speak only of the unimportant
with wispy mindless verbs

some lock credentials grand
for that which moves us not
and laugh at the suggestion
that song is our greatest art

me, I have a vision
that we shall all enjoy
songs we've grown up with
as emotional literal tomes


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A Fallen Sparrow

For only a penny you can buy two sparrows, yet not one sparrow falls to the ground without your Father's consent. (Matthew 10: 29)

I was a little sparrow
Perched on a little ledge
I warbled out my heart
My love song in a pledge

You looked out of the window
And you saw me on my perch
The song didn't suit your fancy
For an arrow you made a search

I kept up my happy song
And little did I know
That sweet look on your face
Was to be my fatal blow

You spoke kind words to me
I was beguiled by your smile
I preened my little features
Danced for you all the while

You found a big enough stone
That would knock me to the ground
And before I knew what happened
There was an explosion of sound

The world around me was spinning
Trees and grass and then sky
I fell down to the ground
I didn't know how or why

My little wing was broken
I lay there throbbing with pain
I looked up at the darkening sky
As felt the first drops of rain

A little boy came running
Picked up my shivering form
He rushed me into the house
Before the darkening storm

His dear Mama bandaged me
Put me in the softest bed
Dripped water into my beak
Gently caressed my feathery head

That night I stopped to wonder
At the hate that you had shown
All I had done was sing my song
Freedom was all I had known

I knew my little wing
Would probably never mend
I’d be bound to the ground
My prayers to the skies I’d send

From one thing I gained comfort
As I saw my rescuer sleep
My Heavenly Father had seen all
And His promise he did keep

I was safe and sound and healing
Would live to see another day
But when you meet God the Father
I wonder what you’ll have to say.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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ONLY FOR THEE

What sweet song shall your eyes sing to me?
What harmonious music shall your heart bring to me?
What song today will bless the fact that I awoke?
And what rhythm will you urge after the robin spoke?

What angelic sound shall bless my ears?
Music only this man who loves you hears
With every syllable is born a beautiful note
As you make E minor and A major float

What flute like sound shall you induce?
And what harmony shall your lovely voice produce?
What church organ sound will be your choice?
You, my sweet, born with a golden voice

So tell me my sweet, or rather sing me a song
Any song that could never be too long
Sing of happiness, joy and being lonely for me
But please, most of all, sing forever only for me
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The Music of Water


Water makes its own music
Notes that often go unheard
Listen and you can here them
As lovely as the spoken word

Whispering a song of life
It flows in quiet streams
Bathing the earth with joy
The sounds you hear in dreams

Light as a new lover's voice
Or with  fevered  pitch it pounds
Rain falls with a varied score
Against the window pane it sounds

The ocean plays it own symphony
Movements boisterous and loud
With smooth and haunting moments
But always beautiful and proud

When you hear the sound of water
Makes no difference when or where
Open your heart to the music
It always has its song to share
 
9/27/11   Barbara Gorelick


















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           SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU BOTTOM

I’m  just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But momma always cautioned me to simply say no
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below
      REPRISE: (slightly different melody perhaps???)

Yeah I got what all those crazy young men crave
And I don’t mind much what they have in mind
but momma also told me that I should behave
and protect at all costs what my body bares behind
     (return to original melody)
So I shake what God gave me with pride and a price
And the cost is too high for any of these young turks
But momma always cautioned me that I should be nice
And not consort with just any John, Joe or jerks
                  Reprise:
Because I’m just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But Momma always emphasized, “girl, simply say no”
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below

So watch as I wiggle by with a wink of my eye (having a bit of trouble w/this line)
And shake my tempting and taunting little bottom
But when I am done singing you dudes’ll need a cigarette
So my momma says, “boys, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
         REPEAT WITH A FLOURISH
Yeah now my momma says, “all you pretty little boys 
beleaguered by her bottom
……………………smoke ‘em if you got ‘emmmmmmm!”
 © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee! ~


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free cee HERE IS TO YOU CJ A SONGSTRESS SUPRMEM

I wrote this song for a true pro....if you want a sample of her talent go to CJBELL.NET
           SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU BOTTOM

I’m  just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But momma always cautioned me to simply say no
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below
      REPRISE: (slightly different melody perhaps???)

Yeah I got what all those crazy young men crave
And I don’t mind much what they have in mind
but momma also told me that I should behave
and protect at all costs what my body bares behind
     (return to original melody)
So I shake what God gave me with pride and a price
And the cost is too high for any of these young turks
But momma always cautioned me that I should be nice
And not consort with just any John, Joe or jerks
                  Reprise:
Because I’m just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But Momma always emphasized, “girl, simply say no”
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below

So watch as I wiggle by with a wink of my eye (having a bit of trouble w/this line)
And shake my tempting and taunting little bottom
But when I am done singing you dudes’ll need a cigarette
So my momma says, “boys, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
         REPEAT WITH A FLOURISH
Yeah now my momma says, “all you pretty little boys 
beleaguered by her bottom
……………………smoke ‘em if you got ‘emmmmmmm!”
 © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE……~free cee! ~


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EVERYTHING I DO

EVERYTHING I DO Everything I Do, I Do It For You: A fine title for a love song An original by Bryan Adams Listen; this surely is our song. Listen to the lyrics - You can't tell me it's not true That this story wasn't written Just for me and you. When you call me on the phone I'll sing this song for you Then you'll see that Everything I Do - I do it just for you. © ELR 2013


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Faster I Plead

My heart was beating slowly
To the beat of a solemn song
Going through the motions
Not knowing something was wrong

Then I heard a song bird
Crying from afar
Will I go and save her
And her message that I heard

She was a test sent for me
To get me on the path
To start my heart beating
For her song will set me free

My heart starts beating fast
At the rhythm in her songs
She sings them only for me
For a love that's meant to last




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Amazing Grace

Who at my Door is Standing
Softly and Tenderly, Day by Day
Love Divine, All Loves Excelling
Teach Me, O Lord, I Pray

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior
O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee
Break Thou the Bread of Life
Open My Eyes that I May See

Go, Tell It On the Mountain
Grace Greater than Our Sin
In Times Like These
Christ Receiveth Sinful Men

I've Got Peace Like a River
My Lord Is Near Me All the Time
Just When I Need Him Most
I An His, and He Is Mine

It Is Well with My Soul
There's a Glad new Song
Christ the Lord Is Risen Today
One Day, Lord, I'm Coming Home


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GREED VS. NEED

i ain't eager to get even
since settling scores ain't my stick
it's just that to you money means being mean
and i think that's pretty damned sick

share the wealth don't mean nothing to you
not with a twenty in your pocket book by prada
take that twenty and keep it all to your self
and sing a song of yada yada yada

money to you means a cage or a corral
and i suppose only women who keep men in cages believe they rule
well keep singing that song of greed plus selfishness sung
but honey, money won't turn this man into your phool

will you still have that song to sing when they take all your valuables away?
because ill-gotten gains usually never amount to much
so keep up the melody and get a choir to sing harmony
because one day you may find that money will only be used to buy you a crutch

i ain't out to even no score with you
take your green goddess and fold it into two
place it back into Prada's produce
because one day you'll find out what happens to greedy women like you
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The Composer

Give to me a sweet melody
So I can write a song
That will always be in my head
I'll never be alone

I need a song for me to sing
That's written by my hand
A song you can join in with me
For woman and a man


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           INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete

I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show

You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar

Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed

Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
eAnd the band knew I love you more than anyone  
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Tae a Cherry

Wee, wee rid rid coated thing tae ma hert sic joy yea bring. Wae elegance an' tender charm, ma racin' hert yea sae disarm. Yea hang there among yer kind, Bright an' braw but sae refined. Ma wee rid rid coated friend, sae Bonny, I'll nae pretend. Each year fur us yea come along, espousing nature's sweetest song. A song not o' sound but o' exotic taste. a taste fur oor lucky paletes tae be graced. Here fur oanly a wee wee time, yea mak ma taste buds gently chime. Tastin' like nuthin' else oan this earthy place. wae yer wee rid rid bonny smilin' face. Frae yer parent tree yea duly burst , as a wee fluer yer gently nursed. Caressed by bees yer scent doth bring, eventually tae be a wee green pimply thing, Bathed wae the Sun's life giving rays, growing, maturing in such a wondrous way. Changin', yellow, pink, noo tae yer rid rid style, tae a Bonny Cherry tae please us fur a wee wee while. Av jist picked yea up frae among yer like, frae the box foo o' Cherries whay are jist alike. But you ma wee wan are jist fur me, hope yer taste is in the proper key. Oh my, sic a burst o' pleasure, ma wee wee rid rid bloomin' treasure. Say juicy say sparklin' ma mooth foo o' joy, wunnerful, exotic, aw ma senses yea do employ. hank yea, thank yea ma wee rid rid friend, yer the greatest, aye I'll nae pretend. Tull next year, tull wee meet again, whin I'll listen tae yer song o' sweet refrain. A song o' taste an' no o' sound, o' tasting magic from aw Cherries abound. Rest now yer gentle parent tree, an' please bloom anither day fur me tae see. The Auld Yin.


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                                 SEHGUH ASIL

Both of us were very well fed by a flame
Each gaze made right what once seemed so wrong
You gave me a gift and I was never the same
It was the gift of lyrics, music and song

But finally I have a freshly found fact, indeed
Information you may not know
It is a fact my fate has decreed
As you stroll with unawareness in tow

It’s about words as they relate to music and notes
Specifically the songs you bestowed upon me
A dozen fine tunes with a flute that floats
While waves of wonder flowed upon me

The lady lilts lyrics that are razor sharp
As the syncopation slices my flesh and soul
I pray to a piccolo while my heart hears the harp
And when she voices vibrato I’m pacified whether for a half-note or whole

So I merely care to point something out
About the intricacy of what a man like me learns
Each song is a scene that demands I should pout
and sadly the song now conveys why our flame no longer burns
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           INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete

I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show

You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar

Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed

Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And even the band knew I love you more than anyone  
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      THAT SONG WENT WRONG

We danced all night as you listened to my serenade 
You heard the music romance made
While we two-stepped in your living room
Until that room filled with my tears became a tomb

I sang to you about the magic that could be
I crooned a tune about the mystic music made by you and me
We harmonized with notes so sweet
Until two part harmony met with defeat

My song contained lyrics of sheer adoration
So we sang and danced until your love’s cessation
When our music was silenced and your love as well
And no longer will my overture swell

My song was stilled by sorrow and tears
While I played a melody only a lover hears
Now there’s no more harmonious song
And we no longer dance all night long
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Dancing Lovers

Holding your hand by your bed late last night
I remembered that day you first came into my sight
I knew then and there you were the one meant for me
And together from then on we always would be.

You played it so coy, pretending not to know
That my eyes followed you everywhere that you would go
But you kept looking over with such subtle glances
As I worked up the nerve to ask you for a few dances.

We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek
We danced every song till our knees both grew weak
We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears
But our dancing has now ended after so many years.

I felt you slip away sometime during the darkness
You went up to heaven to dance on the clouds
Please wait for me darling, I’ll be joining you shortly
And we can continue our dancing to harps playing so loud.

We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek
We danced every song till our knees both grew weak
We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears
But our dancing has now ended after so many years.


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Been there - Shawna Lee's song

You’ll know me at once when you come to my bar
I’m never the feature but I’m always the star
I am who I am, you are who you are
If your money’s good baby, we can really go far

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice 

No need to worry, force isn’t my style
Form over function, just chill for a while
Look into my eyes babe, get lost in my smile
I’ll be Cleopatra, and you’ll be my Nile

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice 

Come with me baby, out here to the ledge
Real time streaming, keep you right on the edge
No bungy cord baby, my bets I don’t hedge
But I’ll bring you down softly, that is my pledge

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice

You’ll know me at once when you come to my bar
I’m never the feature but I’m always the star
I am who I am, you are who you are
If your money’s good baby, we can really go far

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice 


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Guitar Playing Singer

One day at a bluegrass jam of mine
A guy was playing guitar just fine
I told him you’re be up before long
Are you ready to sing us a song?

He nodded yes and gave me a grin
So next song I gave the mic to him
I found out he could really bellow
Or back way off and just sing mellow

His song was a hit with the locals
And I was impressed with his vocals
At that first meeting, little did I know
How close Bill D. and I would grow

He can do more than play and croon
Like, write lyrics and compose a tune
One song he wrote’s, a favorite of mine  
Titled “Slow Dancing”; Man, it is fine!

We’re both members of a bluegrass band
And his rhythm guitar is truly grand
As for his vocals, I’m his biggest fan
Guitar play and sing, Bill D.’s “Da Man”


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LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL

The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and so sublime
And of course her melody keeps perfect time

I watch her in awe as she wows a crowd
She’ll sing softly or belt a tune out loud
The woman will wail and set your heart afire
And when she’s done it’s another song you will desire

She’s desirous, delicate and quite demure
Yet and still when she’s done you’ll beg for more
“oh please, my sweet” you’ll beseech her to sing
Because she can sing, dance and do nearly everything

Her talent is ambient, her voice so sweet
And with every song she turns up the heat
I watch her wiggle as all other men do too
And with every performance I hear her talent accrue

So if you want the best forget all the rest
Sit back, relax and listen at beauty’s behest
Her voice will ease your sorrow and pain
And as I said, the chick can surely entertain
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End of the Line

We thought we could make it together,
We thought it would work out just fine.
We thought that we could build a life together,
But baby, we just found the end of the line.

We built our home on love and affection,
The love we pledged until the end of time.
The baby was the living proof we needed,
But honey, we just found the end of the line.

And the end of the line is a thing
That we have to face up to.
I swear I just can't fake it anymore.
And loneliness is a way of life
And we'll live it--if we can,
I'll be the first by walking out the door.

Yeah, loneliness is a way of life
And we'll live it--if we can.
The Lord knows that we've lived it once before.


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free cee DEATH IN D FLAT

                     
                           DEATH IN D FLAT

The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a piccolo portends the end of pert and pristine

At first the fiddles finery finesses a flute
While a violin steals a viola's heart
Suddenly a dulcimer and a drum declare a dispute
When, of course, a pinewood piano pulls them apart

The maestro keeps time measured quite well
With a baton beckoning beauty from a band renown
The crescendo cradles a symphony to swell
But the vexing vocalist's voice dons a deceptive gown

Then choreographed is the chorus, the chorals and bells
With a timpani to teach a trombone what it never before tried 
Oh, from the choir comes the groans of ten thousand hells
And the misery music made when our romance and the rhythm died 
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GOLDEN JERUSALEM

GOLDEN     JERUSALEM

In the desert sand nothing flowers except ideas 
Yet in carpets of flowers it is suddenly blessed:
In the steps of  Jesus,  Mohammed and Moses
Towards Jerusalem never at peace never at rest.

Suffering long from  Babylon and  the Roman pogrom,
And from the  barbed wire of Auschwitz,   comes
A people with heads bowed in centuries of serfdom,
A people with eyes raised towards Jerusalem’s domes.

A young girl’s voice leads the song in a minor key
Always  in tension.  Always incomplete the melody.
To a single goal, the city of God, is the long journey:
Tomorrow Jerusalem,  but  will we yet see?

Moses was forbidden to enter the promised land;
Mohammed had to flee from there; Jesus went there to die.
It is always tomorrow in Jerusalem, never today.  In the sand
An impossible dream,  impossible idea of perfection may lie.

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Note

Although not in any way based on the lyrics of the song, 
this poem was entirely inspired by the song  “Yerushalayim 
Shel Zahav”, an Israeli folk song  composed in 1967, a most 
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My Roomie

Boyd and I graduated from high school Then college roommates; we thought that was cool Texas A and M became our new home Bunk beds in a dorm room without any phone It’s a military college, of course You’re either in the Army or Air Force And there’s a rivalry between the two And things just might get out-of-hand, it’s true At times, it was fun to sing songs at night I played the uke; Boyd sang harmony tight We acquired that Homer & Jethro sound When singing their songs, we acted like clowns We started writing new lyrics to songs Making a point with words that were wrong On day Boyd said, “I got a great idea” A song to give the Air Force diarrhea We worked it hard and finally got a wrap The song “Hey Joe” changed into “Hey Aircrap” The lyrics turned out great and was quite a slam When our seniors heard it, they said, “Hot Damn!” “At three AM, come ready and in-form!” “To broadcast that song to the Air Force dorms” We practiced the song and we were all set Boyd said I think we’re as good we’ll get A PA system aimed at the angle To hit their dorms across the Quadrangle Two speakers so big they could raise the dead Cranked it all up till it was in the red They said, “Charlie and Boyd, you’re on the air” “Just give sing it into the microphone there” We “let it rip” and everything worked fine Woke everyone, just like they had in mind Lights were being turned on in every dorm Out all the doors from the dorms they stormed With trash cans full of water; quite a sight! An Army versus Air Force water fight! Watched from our window and didn’t get wet We started something that we may regret Then we entered the Aggie Talent show Singing Homer and Jethro stuff, you know When we started our performance on stage Half the audience was screaming with rage They were yelling, “We want the Aircrap song” We caved in and sang it and that was wrong The words of the song were really too strong For a Talent Show they didn’t belong You know, I think we could have been winner A reprimand instead for the sinner Still these are highlights of my freshman year I’d do it all over, let’s make that clear And Boyd, the best roomie without a doubt Wanted him to know, so I wrote this out >/center>


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WRITE ON

                                                     WRITE ON

Sing your song from the roof tops,
Sing out loud and clear.
Sing of love and hate and war,
And all that you hold dear.

Let others see the beauty,
That surrounds us every day;
The blue of sky, the green of grass,
And young things as they play.

Remind us just how precious,
Our freedom is to us,
And if it isn't guarded well,
How easily it's lost.

Tell us of your memories,
Things that made you laugh,
Like when you tried to learn to rope,
Was run over by that calf.

Share with us your song of life,
With all it's ups and downs;
For when you do you'll find in life,
God grants more smiles than frowns.

                                                       Judy Ball


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The Waterfall Delights

In a highland glen through a forest of green
For years untouched it has to be seen
Giant ferns from the prehistoric age
In this place where i walk is natures stage

Clearings so lush, breath taking sights
A break of a twig as pheasants take flight
Up ahead i hear the most delightful of roars
Like a magnet so strong, draws me to explore

A spray mist, drifts through the air
As enchanted singing, lures me to there
A rocky outcrop i reach, beside waters of blue
The song being sung, notes so true

In the crisp clear waterfall, bathes a maiden so blond
I watch the waters caress her, in delightful fond
Curvaceous and slim as the cold affects
Her body ripples to the cascading effect

Through the clear her hands glide in motion
Like the gracing waves on a tranquil ocean
A symphony, of mother natures sounds
Accompany her song in this wonderful surround

Who is this maiden that i view here
In this wonderful glen, on this amazing sphere
Bathing in water that gives so much to my lands
As i wish the fluid of clear, were my hands




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horrid harmony by the illustrious FREE CEE

     HORRID HARMONY

She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lithe little lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear

She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby 
Until her finale begins to make you cry

The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But men will attest to the fact that she sang it to more than few

It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
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Song of Pride

I sing this song of Pride

For those who have no voice.

I march this street in honor

Of those who had no choice


The Stonewall Riots, where it all began

Our fathers took to the streets.

To demand equal rights and justice

No longer will we take a back seat.


I sing this song of Pride

For Freedom and Liberty.

I march this street to honor

Those who've gone before me.


On Santa Monica Boulevard

On this cloudless, beautiful day.

My Gay brethren by the thousands

Are standing proud to say.


We sing this song of Pride

Equality is our demand.

Those closet doors been shattered

We're proud to take a stand.


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           INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete

I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show

You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar

Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed

Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And the entire band knew I love you more than anyone  
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HEY C J EVER SEENG IN SEENGAPORE


HEY CJ….. EVER SEENG IN SEENGAPORE?

I heard you sing in Singapore
And begged thee to sing some more
And so thy song traversed lips of red
A lullaby you sang till I lay my head to bed\

I heard you sing in Singapore with virtuosity and in voice
‘Twas a twist of fate that fate had no other fateful choice
And so you sang fluidly and ne’re dare distractions
While the musical mosaic and your voice were the mutual main attractions

Then Singapore stilled its clappers and silenced all the bells
As each listener was entranced by divergent spells
being mystified by your beauty and beatitude combined
While men had visions of he and you meandering in his mind

Thusly did Singapore and I beg for one more enchanting song
And on  that Asian stage is where a lovely like you should belong
Quite frankly my dear it’s your silhouette and song I cannot ignore
And the perfect time is whenever you agree to sing some more in Singapore
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X DID HAVE BABY WITH Y BUT Y DID Y DIE


HEY CJ….. EVER SEENG IN SEENGAPORE?

I heard you sing in Singapore
And begged thee to sing some more
And so thy song traversed lips of red
A lullaby you sang till I lay my head to bed\

I heard you sing in Singapore with virtuosity and in voice
‘Twas a twist of fate that fate had no other fateful choice
And so you sang fluidly and ne’re dare distractions
While the musical mosaic and your voice were the mutual main attractions

Then Singapore stilled its clappers and silenced all the bells
As each listener was entranced by divergent spells
being mystified by your beauty and beatitude combined
While men had visions of he and you meandering in his mind

Thusly did Singapore and I beg for one more enchanting song
And on  that Asian stage is where a lovely like you should belong
Quite frankly my dear it’s your silhouette and song I cannot ignore
And the perfect time iswhenever you agree to sing some more in Singapore
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Play for Me

Play… play me a song upon this moonlit night
Let me dance to the music for you
My heart…it sounds with each note that you strike
As your music’s so elegant too

Play… play me a song written by your heart
As I’ll know each word as we sing
Together, the melody will float on the air
As happiness, to our hearts, it will bring


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If Song

If I had a song, it would wake me
in the dim before dawn with its buried
drumbeat of dogs breathing
beside the bed.

That song would tune up
past the window in a reedy piping 
of some bird I never noticed,
setting up reverberations of dream.

A song would march me out the door, 
where sun finds its notch 
between pines, so I’d hold my palms up 
open, soundless in applause.

If I had a song, it would keep me
going through the day, a tune I can’t 
get out of my head, puzzling out 
a word that seeks its rhyme.

A song would feed me, tease me, 
blow me kisses and taunt 
me with its triteness/rightness
till I became the song.