Not all are the same
If one mess up all take the blam
It use to be like that with me
But then I relized every one is a little diff
I wish I could take it back to the ole days on how it use to be
The brotha's that treat you right
You did your thang and he did what he had to do to keep her around
That person I have not yet found
What happen to the grls that use to treat they men right
And love and do what eva it take to keep him each and every night
That person would be me
Men, Boi's, Women, Grl's, just aint how they supose to be
I mean what I am saying is....
I'm that grl to hold him down
I'm that grl that'll most likely when he's hurt beside his fam that'll be around
I'm that grl when we sex or make love that make him weak
Weak for my love
I want that dude I know who will maintain
Like I said NOT ALL ARE THE SAME!!!
Copyright © Kimberly Williams
AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder
Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy
Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick
Gun, from Glasgow, Taking on the World
Heart, from Seattle, just have to be heard
Inxs, singing their Afterglow
Journey, from Frisco, under the Bay Bridge flow
Kiss, in make up, after these Crazy Crazy Nights
Loverboy, from Canada, in concert excite
Marillion, prog rockers singing the lovely Kayleigh
Nazareth, from Scotland, singing Please Don't Judas Me
OMD, with their song Enola Gay
Pink Floyd, just let Emily Play
Queen, without Freddie, but their show went on
Rush, from Toronto, three playing amazing songs
Styx, with Tommy Shaw, their blond blue eyed boy
Thin Lizzy, from Dublin, playing Inverness were a joy
Uriah Heep, named after a character by Dickens
Van Halen, with Eddie, and his guitar rockin lickin
Wishbone Ash, a favourite band of mine
XTC, singing Senses Working Overtime
Yes, with album covers, by Roger Dean
ZZ Tops, singing Legs, those legs need to be seen
Copyright © James Fraser
The Rhythm of My Soul
All around the room
I hear the music play
It takes control of the children’s feet
And makes their bodies sway
No one can understand
The power of a tune
Because before I know it
The music stops too soon
It acts upon emotions
And can instantly change a mood
It doesn’t deny any soul
It’s not its nature to exclude
Everyone is welcome
As long as they are willing
To leave all their problems behind
And start their bodies swinging
Some may doubt this power
And even say it’s destructive
They say it’s only good
Is for people to act seductive
Yes, this may be true for some
But for me it isn’t this way
For me it’s how I can release
And let my stress fade away
So when life gets tough
And starts to take its toll
I forget the world and start to dance
To the rhythm of my soul
Copyright © Evan Perkins
abstracted bass, cacophonic drums echoing.
fretting guitars, humming in jubilation.
knackish lyrics, melancholy narrated opus.
phrased quartets, rare sonorous texture.
upbeat virtuoso, windy xaphoons yodel Zep.
Copyright © ... Gigno
Any bold cloud dancing
enjoys flirting gallantly,
hoisting; inspiring; jousting;
knowing laughter makes nice orchestrations
particularly quenching raw spirits
teaching unabashed vanity
While Xylophones yammer zanily.
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer
A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows
C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D is for the Drums which percussionists will pro-pound
E is for the English horn, using a double-reed
F is for a brass French horn, three valves is all you need
G is for Glockenspiel, metal bars arranged in rows
H is for Harmonica, both in and out she blows
I is for Ingoma, on which skins or hides are drummed
J is for Jinghu, just two strings that are bowed not strummed
K is for the Keytar, keyboard guitar held upright
L is for the Laser harp which plays on beams of light
M is for Maracas, their rhythm shaken by pros
N is for Nguru, Maori flute blown through the nose
O is for the Oboe with a mouth-piece that looks bewitched
P is for the Piccolo, a half-sized flute, high pitched
Q is for the Quena, a notched flute from the Andes
R is for the Rattle, maracas for the babies
S is for the Shofar, a Jewish horn hard to blow
T is for the Tuba, largest horn and tough to tow.
U is Ukulele, four-string Hawaiian gee-tar
V is Viola, a fiddle tuned a bit deeper
W is the Washboard, just for rhythm, understood?
X is a Xylophone, a glockenspiel made of wood
Y is Yotar, a guitar with four strings grouped in threes
Z is Zither, played on the table or cross your knees
This alphabet of instruments just breaks through the top
The're hundreds more to know, but Z's a good place to stop.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole
This Life and Government have found it's ways,
everyone dying and having bad days,
today it is raining from all i can see,
bullets and shot guns aiming towards me,
yelling and screaming just to get out,
if they take this life of mine i have no dought,
I traval the road that no one could know,
working hard for nothing to show,
taking my mind and making it weak,
sticking me in the dark hole that i seek,
try to run from theses Chasing fools,
this type of government has taking it's tool.
Politcal lies by one and another,
trying to get by to feed each othere,
they live poor just get through the door,
the empty sad hearts without family's,
feeling it go through my vains it's like a diseases,
Plant the visions in my mind,
killing people around me all the time,
for i have sined many times for no reason,
Living out here in the desert for all the seasons.
theres nothing i can do untill it's over,
i look over and theres a body to cover
So i traval the road no one could know,
Working hard for nothing to show,
taking my mind and making me weak,
sticking me again in this hole that i seek.
Copyright © BrentLee Rohr
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole
Music is your soul trying to speak
Like understanding someone when
there no where to been seen.
The lyrics flow out like there
speaking to me.
But the rhythm and the beat put me
on my feet.
A piano, guitar, a harp or a flute
They all speak to me like the lyrics
are on mute.
They all tell a story, from beginning
It just depends how you take it and
what your feeling within.
The colors that show are on a range
you cant describe.
Like a paint ball gun just going off till
When you open your eyes n see the
colors that have shown,
youll drop the gun fall on your
knees and realize that these colors
are your own.
Nothing will understand the colorful
flowers that have bloomed except
the music flowing throughout the
Music is magical, deep, a
It will drive through your heart and
take your mind like a flying bird.
music is my passion, it just has a way
To classic, hip hop, rock or pop.
Music is my life and it will never
Copyright © Miss. Mae
Even though i did not hear your voice tonight i'm still ahit,
I will go on like this for ever, i wont go out without a fight.
I'll fight till the end of this life to win your heart,
All you have to do is tell me when to start.
The music blarrin in my head phones at 1:52 AM and i'm lovin it,
cause it helps me remember your gorgeous smile like it was meant to fit.
Wanting to feel your touch and kisses all over me ignites the fire in me,
Wanting to take you by your hand and run wild in a big sea.
There aint much i can say to express myself but this will have to do for tonight,
I think its just that i haven't reached height.
You no I love you and that's all that matters or will ever matter to me,
I will love you till i die, like I told you before, cant you see?
Copyright © Roman Chebukin
I saved you the last dance,
So let's dance the night away,
And wish that the music never ever stops,
I keep hoping and praying that this music never stops,
And my feet never get tired to dance,
And your mind never thinks of walking away,
I felt your heart beat from miles away,
So gentle and in sync with mine and it never ever stops,
In your embrace i found my music so let's dance,
Tonight lest dance the night away until the music stops,
Copyright © Billy Simani
Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.
Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!
It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor
he walks around with his headphones in his ears,
blasting music as loud as you can hear,
first its rap, then its blues, then its RnB,
the music stops and he close his eyes to sleep.
R.i.p 'Q' (1-24-12, i love you big cousin) <3
Copyright © malika turner
Apple brought culture,
harvest idiomatic jive.
organized parasites, quietly rebel,
submit to uncompromising venom
when expediency yielded zealousness!
Harry J Horsman 1994
Copyright © harry horsman
You colour the world
With your art of music
You shatter the world
With your rocking dances
We don’t know
How you mean to us
But you have to know
That you have drown in us
You are are a THRILLER
You HEAL THE WORLD
But you have GONE TOO SOON
Leaving us to SCREAM and CRY
Copyright © kriya nath
Almost too disgusting to look at
Bleehh they're so nasty!
Change is soon to come
Delight rushing through my veins
Excitement for the sound still unknown
Feeling the crispness of the new metal
Getting the cords and pedal ready..
Here goes nothing
Copyright © Captain Dan
Love For Music
I feel you in my spirit I feel you in my soul
Every morning when I wake up threw you I call my Lord
My heart beats faster with every note that I share but most important It breaths life into the air
Passion released in words to hard to explain
Love for music cannot be changed
Cannot be without you not even for a day
You speak to my heart I feel it in everyway
Love for music please do not go away
Give me a pen and paper and I will write anyday
About anything that comes my way
Threw melodies raw I sing with joy
Threw ups and downs I reach to you
You know my heart you see my smile
You face my fears and say My child you had enough
Threw Love for Music I have seen your hand move in ways no one one can explain
I Pray threw music hope that is OK!!!!
Copyright © JESSICA ISAACS
The golden rythmic magic
while gentle breeze pass by
birds chirruping lovely music
Golden rays of sun
Spreading the music world
The world of music.
Copyright © Namratha H
A Flock of Seagulls, singing, wishing ( If I Had A Photograph Of You )
Blondie, reply with "Union City Blue"
City Boy, ringing 220.127.116.11.
Deep Purple, rocking with "Smoke On The Water Live"
Eagles, living " Life In The Fast Lane"
Foreigner, playing the instrumental "Tramontane"
Gerry Rafferty, walking down "Baker Street"
Heart, are just "Crazy On You" rocking sweet
Inxs, with their "Afterglow"
Journey's, " Don't Stop Believin'" under the Bay Bridge flows
Kansas, singing "Carry On Wayward Son"
Lynyrd Skynyrd's, "Red White And Blue" the patriotic one
Meat Loafs, iconic "Bat Out Of Hell"
Nazareth, toured on their "My White Bicycle"
OMD, with "Enola Gay"
Porcupine Tree, with "Trains" let your air guitar say
Queen, with my favourite "From Father To Son"
Rush, and the "Manhattan Project" that blanked out the sun
Styx's, "Blue Collar Man" one of the best that I have heard
Thin Lizzy, top it with "Don't Believe A Word"
UFO rock with "Doctor Doctor" please
Van Halen's "Eruption" Eddie plays with passionate ease
Wishbone Ash, with their "Blowing Free"
XTC, playing Nigel's XTC
Yes, campaigning "Don't Kill The Whale"
ZZ Top, and "Legs" those legs I'd love to scale
Most of my poetry is written to Music, these are some sounds i listened too, to write this ABC
Copyright © James Fraser
Kings, Lords, make noble
Unqualified verity, when
Copyright © harry horsman
I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed
I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill
So I put a stocking cap on my head
I walk through the back yard
heading for the woods
doing something city boy
only wish they could
I arrive at my stand
and check the direction of the breeze
before I climb up ole faithful
a dying, dark barked maple tree
I make myself comfortable
as the sun stretches its arms
for the sky
producing iridescent colors
I live for the outdoor
and that's one of the reasons why
Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay
in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way
I begin to think of a tradition
My son and I on thanksgiving day.
he is still here with me
even though last November he passed away
I start hearing cars doors shut
its coming from over the hill
carrying an aroma of cinnamon
It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie
Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye
Copyright © C.J. dont have one
It's not a party without music.
No special events of amusement.
No voices of joy, that laugh out loud.
No dancing feet, to hype the crowd.
clapping shoes against the floor,
sounds of life, screaming for more.
Hands in the air, I can reassure.
"It's not a party without music".
No monopoly, no spades,
no poker, no charades.
No poetry to recite,
no beautiful bright lights.
"What is a song,
with no one to write"?
It just doesn't seem right.
"It's not a party, without music".
No down home cooking
to hit the spot.
No special guest, that mean alot.
No beats against the walls,
"It's not a party without music"!
"It's just not"......
Copyright © tamica thompson
school can be boring or fun.most kids don't like school.but some kids
do.you may get frustrayted or even sad and get mad.one day you will get
it.so never give up and always go to school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!
Copyright © doris lee
Accordion, keyboard for the Highland Fling
Bell, an idiophone in percussion sing
Clarinet, of woodwind joys
Drums, so loud for the noisiest of boys
Ektara, from India the one stringed piece
Fiddle, of old in toe tapping increase
Guitar, my favourite for Rock n Roll
Harmonica, blues my soul
Ipu, from Hawaii for Hula dancing beats
Janggu, a drum used in Korean traditional treats
Kettle Drum, in thunderous pound
Launeddas, from Sardinia, used in ceremonial sound
Maracas, rumba shakers as we cha cha along
Nyckelharpa, from Sweden playing fiddle type songs
Organs, of many in musical bloom
Piano's, elegantly classical grace any room
Quatro, so Latin, played in many a place
Recorder, in schools where many a pupil embraced
Saxophone, that solo in " Baker Street "
Tubular Bells, made " Mike Oldfields " album complete
Ukulele, from the guitar family
Violins, assembled from species of tree
Washtub Bass, graces American Folk
Xylophone, musical wooden bars, the trees have spoke
Yu, of ancient China now no longer used
Zither, all the above in my orchestra, my music is fused
My entry into Deborah's " Do You Know Your ABC's? " contest
Copyright © James Fraser
It should never end
Says this hungry heart of mine.
The lyrics and tunes keep ringing in my head
Even when though am put to rest
The list I've ever played is endless
As much as the sand which is countless
But many of them could not stand the light of day
And without regrets, I threw them away
But what is in this song
That I can see no wrong.
It has become a part of me
Or lets say taken over my whole being
This song will soon end
My heart bleats
But I must enjoy every bit of it
And this I know
That the song never stops down below
Copyright © Okunsebor Williams
Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward.
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.
But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt.
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.
Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight.
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.
Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin
Paramore lead singer Hayley Williams is the best female rock star of all time. She has
beautiful red hair. As a matter fact, she's not bad for a beautiful attractive redhead.
Her music is so wild, so entertaining, it's like going to a rock music festival in West
Hollywood, CA. I love the way she rocks the stage, even when Paramore's on tour. As of
now, I find Hayley Williams very attractive, and she's kind of cute for a redhead. I've
got one Paramore CD, Riot, but not the other two, but I've also seen all Paranore music
videos, and all four (4) of them are, "That's What You Get," "Ignorance,"
"Crushcrushcrush," and "Misery Business." Hayley's awesome and talented, compare to all of
the female rock stars. If I were to go to a Paramore concert, and I had a backstage pass,
the only person I'd like like to meet is the lead singer of Paramore, Hayley Williams.
She's got a future in being one of the legendary female rock stars soon, and I hope she
gets inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame in the near future. She's got real
potential. If I see Hayley Williams in person, then I'd ask her out on a date, even though
she already has a boyfriend. What a wonderful rock star she is.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey
When i have
lived in the
now that alone is
music to my
Copyright © Patrick Nigros
I think I will go to the boat Inn and have a shot or two maybe three
of burbon to smooth my skin, all the liqure yum yum that looks so deceious to me, I think i might move from this spot the guy sitting next to me thinks Im his go go dancer oh the foolish choices i've made ding ding I'm the winner.This place is getting crowed to many hillbilly outlaws comming in the door they need to remove the buck shots from their ass hee haw and mop the floor,OH all the people are making a mess to think i have to clean there dirty glass if they only know how hard i work maybe they will get drunk enough to spit shine the floors.Yes i think i need to find a spot so i decided to get up and stumble out side, hey bartender looks like i need some more line em up buddy four , five , maybe six will do the trick, Oh i love this boat my head is starting to spin with the current of the wind. And the music i hear i think I can take the stage oh now I lost my sheet of music i was singing to,now the word's we will never see,It was a classic wonder I sung a million before,but with out a beat I cant sing no more,cant stomp my feet cant feel the floor, All the violins don't play all the strings have popped and slung away,and my piano is missing keys and for the sake of me my guitars are busted out of tune i shall pass to sing for thee.Oh this place is such a mess to think i have to work in such a place.
Copyright © mary hardin