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Details | Rhyme | |

India

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong


Details | Light Poetry | |

LET THE MUSIC PLAY ON

In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!

(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)








Details | Free verse | |

Piano Practice

Each piano note 
Played skillfully with soothe hands 
No need for tension . . . 
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic 
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music, 
We need it so desperately! 
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note 
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands 
No need for tension . . . 
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread 
Your velvet wings and fly today 
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness.... 
It can heal the soul...it can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . . 
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~


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Frank Sinatra You're The One

Frank Sinatra’s name still has instant recognition even today.
He was perhaps the greatest singer of the twentieth century
And possessed those famous “Blue Eyes” and that trademark 
Voice which thrilled and fascinated audiences worldwide.
For most people his music was very special and moved their
Spirits along a unique and subtle path that only Sinatra could
Create and hold with his voice—mesmerizing them and
Charming them every step of the way.

Entertaining and enchanting the audiences in America and
Abroad catapulted Frank Sinatra to a special iconic status as 
A world-renowned singer, entertainer, and Hollywood actor.
Yet, singing became his common thread and link over decades
And generations to most willing audiences who hungered for
The tenor and pitch of his voice and his fabulous songs with 
Most memorable lyrics, and haunting and evocative melodies. 

Some legendary songs reflecting his status and long reach with
Audiences worldwide include: (My Way) (New York, New York)
(Strangers in the Night) (I Get a Kick Out of You) (That’s Life)
(I’ve Got You Under My Skin) (Summer Wind). All these songs 
And many others were trademark, vintage Sinatra and brought 
Audiences to their feet while he serenaded and captivated them 
Like a Pied Piper, bringing each listener momentarily along with
Him as an invited guest into his very own special vocal dimension.
   
Frank Sinatra was part of the Greatest Generation along with other 
Famous American entertainers who packed audiences and dazzled
Them with music and dancing, and created an aura of legendary
Perfection seldom seen in today’s twenty-first-century world.

Frank Sinatra—You’re The One!!
		
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (November 10, 2014) (Biographical Narrative poetic format)


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Music Is When

You don’t know what they’re singing about,
Still, you simply love how it sounds.

You don’t feel all that well,
Even then, the melody enchants you like a spell.

You feel like you're just another face in the crowd,
Until you feel so alive, as you cheer aloud.


Details | Couplet | |

Music

Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,

Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,

Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8, and 2/2,

Measure, scale, and arpeggio,
Chord, seventh, and legato,

Major, minor, and decrescendo,
Crescendo, seventh, and ritardando,

Staff, spaces, lines, and strings,
Sixteenth, in-tune, and fingering,

Woodwind, brass, position, and trill,
Treble, bass, mellow, and shrill,

Percussion, composer, style, and key,
Quickly, lively, somber, and freely,

Triplet, tone, tied, and up-beat,
Pick-up, slur, eight, and down-beat.

You may hear music here and there,
But I hear music everywhere.


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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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Discarded and Broken

No love in existence, I am nothing,
living in a broken down shack in a shanty town,
I stumbled upon some junk someone had discarded.

I rummaged through and a broken violin I found,
I grappled with the strings and twisted them around,
I repaired this musical instrument with my bare hands.

I played this violin with the thought one day I could be great,
a wonderful musician upon a world stage,
people would come from all over the world,
to listen to the music of a lowly little girl.

I dream't I’d be rich with lots of money 
and I could buy a new home,
where I could bring friends, I’d never be alone,
somewhere to play and dance to the music.

I sat on the corner with a box in front of me,
then played with all my heart and soul, 
my fingers were bleeding, people stopped and smiled, 
a couple of coins in the box, then just walked away. 

I looked up to see a shadow that was cast over me,
a beautiful lady had stopped to hear me play,
she listened till I finished then spoke ever so kindly,
she took me by the hand and I left the streets behind.

Upon the world stage is where I am now,
with lots of money and famous people around,
I live in a big house with this woman I met,
I will never forget the day she took my hand.

I now have a love filled and happy life
with my new mother, the lady that once took my hand, 
the music plays on in the violin that I found, 
it now hangs on a wall and is the pride of my town. 




Vicki Darcy
23/12/2014.
for "Let the Music Play On " contest
Sponsor - Mystic Rose


Details | Ballad | |

The Flautist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE FLAUTIST  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 THE FLAUTIST fluently flaunted her flute- Music flew faultlessly through the airwaves,flying fluidly above the noise of the blustering city                                                    
THE fLAUTIST created a calm fragrance,who's flavor of creativity fell-well onto your soul creating a soul stirring calmness across the city. 
 
She played her flute clean into the night  vehemently, over the feverish chaos - And the people in the park and  in the city could hear clearly as they walked in rhythmic tunes/ She flaunted her music like sweet low hanging fruit, Her music dangled beautiful and singly.  She alone,Solo-ed notes of delightful serenity-  
 
  The flautist moved the masses to a state of bliss;Like free kisses flying in the wind landing on ears conquering and engaging spirits ,conquering pandemonium with her flute, she blew her flute... SHE BLEW HER FLUTE, and we marched and listened obediently . She blew her flute and we marched magnificently to her concert.


Details | Lyric | |

My Beloved Disease - Let's Dance to the Music

Verse 1:

P!nk: Ohhh mmmm… 
You’re beyond brilliant…
Me: You’re so extremely exquisite…you amaze me – you get 
the hint? Our love is a fiery rose…and like a daffodil flower, 
it grows
Hmmmm mmm…
Rihanna: All along, I was in denial…
Beyonce/P!nk/me: But I’m singing this lullaby with a touch 
of wildness and surreal style…
I’m going with the flow and I go wherever I go – that’s just 
part of it
That’s just part of me…so, don’t envy me 
Rihanna: Go where the wicked wind do blow
Me: I’m a victim to my alienated ambition
I see your true colors show and I glow when I see fit…
Beyonce: I’m going with the flow and I go wherever I go – 
that’s just part of it
That’s just part of me…so, don’t envy me 
Go where the wicked wind do blow
Me: I’m a victim to my alienated ambition
I see your true colors show and I glow when I see fit…
Your auras change color and it stimulates my eyes
Your truth ain’t tainted with abominable lies

*Chorus* 

That’s my satisfying decision…you’re an addiction
I gottah keep pace to run this race the right way…
Alright, you’re making my day
Satisfaction is ours, baby…
Can you see it like fireworks in the sky?
Did you ever wish to be free
Like those mockingbirds and jays in the aqua-blue sky? 
You and I will receive the ability to fly
The ability to show off our inner glow…yah know…soooo…
And we’ll be putting up a show…yah know…yah know…let the 
wicked wind blow…oooh ahhahah ohhh…
Take away my flaws…
And give me a big applause
Let go of all worries
Gather around me, my stinging, beautiful bees…
I get pleasure off of your applauses…giving me satisfaction…
I feel like I’m top dog right now!

Verse 2:

Katy Perry: I’m stingy to the core
But, I ain’t bore…or an attention whore
You tore up my heart…and yah broke it apart…you have no 
heart… Rihanna: Oooh…ohohoh you were my beloved 
disease – but, now you’re a cancer, growing in my heart
Rihanna/Katy: You hated on me from the start
P!nk: But, I (yah) gottah get up and try and try and try…x2
Oooh…ohohoh you were my disease
You put my heart, body and mind at ease…So please…so 
please…so please…
Don’t leave me brokenhearted…this scene won’t play
Hey! Hey! What do yah think you’re doing? Stop acting all 
stupid, ok? 
Oh oh! Aawww oh oh!
You put my heart, body and mind at ease…P!nk: So pretty, 
pretty please…so please…so pretty, pretty please…
Don’t leave me brokenhearted…this scene won’t play – stop 
being a tease – I won’t succumb to YOUR disease
Katy Perry: I’m stingy to the core
But, I ain’t bore…or an attention whore
You tore up my heart
You hated on me from the start
Rihanna: Oooh…ohohoh you were my disease
You put my heart, body and mind at ease…
Me: You’re my fantasy – you’re just that fancy & fantastic…
so epic…
Rihanna/me: You’re perfect just the way you are – you didn’t 
blow it and you’re amazing, so admit it – let’s dance to the 
music

(Lady Gaga:  UNSUPPORTED CODE  
Boom da boom doom da-doom boom! X2)

(all should chant this: Give me your all…your all…stand tall – 
give me your all! 
Give me your best shot…give it your your all…I’ll catch you if 
you fall!)

*Chorus*

That’s my satisfying decision…you’re an addiction
I gottah keep pace to run this race the right way…
Alright, you’re making my day
Satisfaction is ours, baby…
Can you see it like fireworks in the sky?
Did you ever wish to be free
Like those mockingbirds and jays in the aqua-blue sky? 
You and I will receive the ability to fly
The ability to show off our inner glow…yah know…soooo…
And we’ll be putting up a show…yah know…yah know…let the 
wicked wind blow…oooh ahhahah ohhh…
Take away my flaws…
And give me a big applause
Let go of all worries
Gather around me, my stinging, beautiful bees…
I get pleasure off of your applauses…giving me satisfaction…
I feel like I’m top dog right now!
*Bridge*
P!nk: Pretty, pretty please…so please…so pretty, pretty 
please…
Don’t leave me brokenhearted…this scene won’t play – stop 
being a tease – I won’t succumb to YOUR disease
Rihanna/Beyonce: Hey! Hey! What do yah think you’re 
doing? Fine – go ahead and do yo thang, honey…
Stop acting all stupid, ok, boy? You be cruising with your 
gang…
Oh oh! Aawww oh oh! You’re a funny guy! 
Beyonce: You’re interesting beyond reason and logic…our 
love ain’t plastic
You’re not another brick in the wall…you can’t fix what’s 
broken
Rihanna: Where have you been? Where have you been? I’ve 
been searching around for you – feeling this anguish 
adrenalin again and again
Rihanna: hmmm oooh… You were and always will be my 
beloved disease…
So, please don’t say otherwise – you put my mind at ease…
you are the blessed breeze…
Sweeping across my face…
Oh boy, you aren’t a disgrace…


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet - To Punk

Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding in art the best ways to survive
a world beyond our vague comprehension.
Some wounds will never taste restoration,
some demons may never be exorcised.
We crafted this monster with filthy surmise,
with minds obsessing on rebellion.
Eyes that deny beauty in convention,
and hands craving vengeance and patricide.
With all of our collective contentions,
this lifeless cadaver is galvanized.  


Details | Ballade | |

Listening to the blues greats

Listening to the Blues greats


I bought myself a video
Of all those grand old blues
I’ve always loved this kind of music
And what I used to do
Was play along on the old blue harp
With all this magic stuff 
So it brought to me sweet memories
Couldn’t play this disc enough.

I listened to old Muddy
Then Ma Thornton done her bit
George smith he played the blues harp
Then Joe Turner played his hits
These guys, they played; their souls on fire
I could not get enough
Of watching all those blues greats
As they all done their stuff.

I played that disc once over
Then played it twice again
The depth of that sweet music
It drove me half insane
I’ll always be a blues man
Until I’m here no more
Oh, yes that grand old music
I always will adore.

31 May 2014 @1325hrs.


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Let the Music Play On - Violin

"Agnes, you played like an angel,
pitch perfect as a ringing bell."

"I'll bequeath mine to you dear,
no need to thank or shed a tear.

"I feel blessed to share this with you.
dawning enlightenment so true."

"Practice and it will start to flow,
making you a virtuoso."

"Think 'bow' extension of your arm,
make it your veritable charm."

"With the right tutor you shall bloom."
"Now, listen while I play this tune."

"Octaves lowering and ascending,
let them float through senses blending."

"Elevates to musical place,
 expresses clearly on your face".


Details | Ode | |

Ode to the Andante

ODE TO THE ANDANTE 

(Hum along, Mozart's Andante, -Elvira Madigan's theme-or dream!

Sunshine
and
Warming breeze.
A rose garden,
Rolling hills,
Mozart's Andante.
Clarity,
Inhale,
as we
are seated,
fragrances
Scented perfumes,
Velvet blooms,
Vivid displays,
Mozart's Andante.
Endless
Afternoons,
So sublime,
Mozart's 
Andante.


Details | Epitaph | |

Giovanni Giorgi

If a priest can hold a hand And revive a measure to the second to engage To play off the worst behavior and gain a song Who is grace pay upon - Riveting hold a a composer to a note insightful as a bridge that hold Every carrier of a denote to the finish off a bridge melody uplifted and weavers And character sought a revolver Test the throne of time the pattern that arrange electric fining to sing Would it be Heaven- To take part by wave by wave up grave bass of measurement tone Of a ripple a song for today Seminar given to grace for a passenger to hand of good grace To have a mass setting how do you set the Fibonacci rhymnos I say where they oblige To gradual as one would to take a passion is to take a passage unto the carrier I do note the passage back to the center mark as read To break with in a note make it well oh well take the case The Tempo has been set and pace- Measure the bar not the successor because every note breaks To begin to march to take the drum of the beat Simply as a rattle of consist of rings of Saturn due we as people have taste in music Or perhaps has time past the origin a ripple effect or a pattern to place the disc Let it set and revolve composition to date time of history how do we become of this age Listen to the cover of modern artist can you note this man passion it’s there behind every drop Of a beat as I been told music make the world go round can you see his vision or have you inherited The Giorgi system of measurement Giovanni Giorgi


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Neil Peart Plus

fish eye lenses
pretenses 
all the worlds a stage
we are merely pretenders

triple entendre 
RUSH to see
the Moving Pictures

cry as they go by 
taken away 
from tonight's 
Limelight 


~JSL


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The Opera

            The Opera

Last night the opera came to me in bed
Enlisted my attention
I keep my distance
This is twisted
This is a mystery
Of all the things in life that should be missed
The opera is first on the list
To be avoided
Flushed down the toilet
So I did


Details | Free verse | |

movies

turn the page to a chapter of the book of life a mystery to how ur story is told. Who is the writer the author of ur tale some often ponder is the being within yourself is it a higher power who is one to really judge Some times we often test where we stand and what boundries we can cross and challenge that is the ulimate test of two souls weather the realtionship they share love business etc. I myself have a stronger bond to music and how it effects my life i am often to judge the out come based on the tune in my head I can not control the outcome by the tune playing just a insight really I often wonder the tune of my outcome but i am not meant to know the memories the still frames in the mind what about poetry in motion a desire for a motion picture in trapped in the memories of many is what i dream of and i have built toward this with each soul i affect drama happiness love sadness action its all generes of todays movie culture who will stick around to watch and who will walk out before the curtain is drawn only u can judge who is worth selling a ticket to ur demise ur destiny ur everything ur complete and uther descruction who do u want to watch and who do u want to say the box office is sold out to who will u allow to play a roll in ur picture is the question but where the actors and actresses are at is another story all together who is real who will win the tony You are the director the background music is your choice i feel the gudline is there by most strandards and the way u were raised but its up to you to make the plot thicken good or bad who knows the out come


Details | Free verse | |

Music's My Inspiration

Embarrassment reveals in my blushing cheeks…I’m late for the 3rd time! Now, 
I have 3 tardies…I gottah watch out! Ooooh…
Arrving late in class…once again – I just wanna get this class done and over 
with! Thank you, Lord, for making it the end of the school year!
Glistening with fresh sorrow – it’s as fresh as morning dew on the old man’s 
lawn…glad I don’t get a detention this time! (Author’s/poet’s note ~ it was so 
boring the first time I went to my detention…)
Enlightened by realization that I’m not the only one that has several tardies…
just look around you and you’ll see many people tardy (some nearly every 
day…how sad) – there’s evidence for yah! ~
RESPECT ME…yeah you – don’t judge me! Don’t take me as a joke…just ‘cause 
I’m introverted doesn’t mean I’m not as smart as the extroverted individuals 
(in fact, I’m an introverted and an extroverted…I’m neutral…and I’m a talented 
bard! Beat that . . .)
Laugh all you want… you’ll face your terrible consequences…I have an 
infatuation with music…it’s so amazing and therapeutic…I like all genres of 
music – some songs just stick to my song ‘cause they are epic! Terrific! Music’s 
my genius… so wondrous & inspirational!
You don’t care if I’m injured by your heartless words – go talk to your other 
peers or so-called “friends” or “foes” in my eyes…


Details | Free verse | |

CRUISING WITH THE TRANE

   CRUISING WITH TRANE...
   (Apropos John Coltrane)

Sometimes
in a blue note mood
i take the A-Trane
into a soprano night

And listen 
to moonlight thrills
of beautiful sable birds

Monking around
with satin dolls
in search
of a love supreme:

Spiritual cruising with Trane
is still one of my favorite things.


Details | Light Poetry | |

MUSIC IN MY FEET

music is the beat
helps me sleep
it underneat
the sound get me down
i dance until am weak
MUSIC makme complete
MUSIC  IN MYFEET


Details | Free verse | |

The Pratt Brothers

Nat, Bill, Glen, Ezra, Benny,
Sammy, George and Ernie
dubbed The Pratt Brothers
Andros Island is their home sweet home
They sing from
Conch Sound to Behring Point
applying their acoustical , soulful  voices
caroling:
“Peter Laid It Down” and “Swing Away”
underneath the evening stars in the air
forcing the people primped in
red, white, blue, green,
yellow, black and brown
to rush and stomp the roach
on New Year’s Day
until they can’t sit down!


Details | Free verse | |

Falling Into a Galaxy of Stars

We have arrived... to the street with no name... where we have been ushered in like prisoners hypnotized by the pulse of excitement My eyes are wide, my soul in chains waiting for the reign ringed by the flood of fanfare but sitting on a wide desert plain There is an almost reverent calm just before the storm I wait for the rhythm of my blood to paddle back to shore Hands grasping a torch of white to light up the dark Arms waving wildly, in sync, to spark... while I sink into a galaxy of stars Deep within the heart, we are one...whether stranger, whether star, ...we are one We have run, but we can't hide, ...they have torn down the walls, 'til we have bled inside I've climbed the highest mountain, I've run through fields of bliss I have scaled the walls, and more, just for this,... and have found what I'm looking for....
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