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Musicians



Acronet

Musicians

My
Use of
Sweet music
Is to bring joy
Causing harmony
Into my heart to come
As my days are getting on
Nothing can be so beautiful
Sweet classics they gently touch my heart

Such sweet music touches my heart strings
Nothing makes my heart sing like this
As the birds sing each new day
I just ponder on life 
Causing bliss to come
in wondrous joy
Soothingly
Unto
Me

16 September 2014 @1633hrs 




*Acronet was created by Pat Simpson. It begins with a 9 letter title word. Use link above forum to select a word. It must be left justified and starts with each line with the letter in title. This means it starts with 1 syllable on line one and then on line two 2 syl, then line 3 3 syl, line 4 4 syl, line 5 5 syl, line 6 6 syllables, line 7 7 syl, line 8 8 syllables, and line line 9 syllables. Ok that was first verse...

Now you take the title again but use the letters backwards to begin each line first line is now 9 syllables, using the last letter in title, next line is 8 syllables using next to last letter in title, etc.. until on line 9 you end up with one syllalbe and the first letter of the title word.

There is no rhyme here and can be any subject. Good luck...


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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


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BIRDSONG


When velvet robins dive below to herald new spring’s premier show, a chorus lilts along the quay inviting waters to sashay. How music tweets in deepened glow when velvet robins dive below; their wings flitting before my eyes as senses thrill in beamed surprise. And by the coast, the jasmines hop through fancy tunes of birds, non-stop when velvet robins dive below reflecting season’s brightest flow. Timbre of notes brush like wind-chimes along the trails of night sublime; I feel my heart aching to row when velvet robins dive below. Regina Riddle's Animal Contest


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I Can Sing

I Can Sing


I sing
a voice like an angel.
Some call me a songbird.
A melody,
Sweet singing and soft sounds
Come from my lips.
High.
Low.
Medium.
Not quite a Mariah Carey or a Whitney Huston “yet”.
I lift my hands and I use my body.
I tap my feet to the beat.
I stand tall like a tree and plant my feet hip width apart.
I open my mouth and out comes music.


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Feeding the Birds

My morning retirement ritual,
Provides breakfast to the birds on my street. 
Food for fowl, silencing bellies that growl,
Watching the many hundreds gather near,
Huddled together on branches they meet,
With a calm patience we’ve learned to revere.

Feeding the birds of every pedigree,
Flying things, all sizes, colors, and shapes.
Hungry beaks, vibrant feathers, sharp clawed feet,
Small Finches and Wrens, large Sparrows come round.
Harmoniously singing us awake,
Their only care: yummy seeds on the ground.

My morning retirement ritual,
Feeding the birds of every pedigree.


1)  Sonnet written in Anapestic Pentameter


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Bird Songs

Listen when you awake at crack of dawn
hear the chorus of all the birds singing
watch them as they scurry and dig the lawn
until a nasty cat sends them fleeing

How very dull and bland without any birds
silence would greet us with it's bleakness
less colour everywhere, half mast halyards
how lucky to have birds to add brightness

So many feathered friends around
delighting us with their wonderful songs
the sound of harmony our souls surround
for the sweet  mellifluous  songs prolongs

Tunes everywhere blending in harmony
sweetly combining sounding like honey


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My Choir

My Choir

A wondrous day it is today
I sit here all alone
In the garden, chilling out
Like I have turned to stone
Then the birds, they get warbling
So I reach for my guitar
These birds they have inspired me
I’m making like a star.

I start off playing simple blues
That’s all I really know
And playing blues is guaranteed
To make my being glow
As the song birds seem to follow me
To accompany me somehow
And as we sing in harmony
It seems there’s only now.

Oh what things do touch ones soul
When you’re living in the now
And joining with those little birds
It seems to me that somehow
We are all in this together
With the breeze and the dancing trees
As I play my blues with all my heart
It gives me sweet release

23 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.



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My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


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Sweet Melody

On the evening breeze
the sweet melody of birds
is the only sound I hear,
music without words.

They sing the setting sun
to its nightly rest
and bid adieu to day
as they settle in their nest.

Like an orchestra they play,
different notes from each one.
I'm surrounded by their melody
as I watch the setting sun.

On the evening breeze
the sweet melody of birds,
filling my soul with joy,
music without words.


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Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day!
It’s twenty four degrees
I sit here in the garden
Just watching happy trees
Dancing softly on the breeze
To woo my hungry eyes
And oh, if you could see them
Fluffy clouds that ride the Skies


Four fountains play a love song
A blessed symphony
While lovely red canary
Pays homage to the trees
With a soft, sweet,  honey warble
 Which blends into the song
And everything is simple
There’s naught that can be wrong.


The essence, seeps on, into  me
Soft music flows on out
And plays with so much mystery
As silence all about
Comes out to meet this orchestra
And I sink so deep within
As the dusk submerges day
And the evening does begin.




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What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.


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Lady Una and the Lion

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 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
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 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
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


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Harmony - acrostic

Happily the budgie chirps, his voice so clear and bright
And then canary voices join in, singing 'til day becomes night.
Robins pause outside our window to hear their harmony.
My birds sing with such happiness even though they are not free.
Outside,  in trees, voices join in, a chorus of feathered friends.
Now and then they pause to rest as their harmonies reach an end.
Yes, these sounds, so beautiful, put a weary soul on the mend


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Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


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BIRDSONG




Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the 
Glorious splendour of birdsong





orion
Nature


Details | I do not know? | |

Peace

 The stillness of the loch,

 greeted with an amazing

 peace. It fulfils my long

 days mountain walk. A

 mirrored landscape of a

 breath taking mountain

 scene. One of the finest I've

 ever seen. A choir of tweeting

 birds breaks the silence. Its

 sweet music to my ears,

 natures beautiful cheer.


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THE SONG SPARROW AND THE YELLOW WARBLER

The Song Sparrow
and the Yellow Warbler
were best friends unlikely the others; 
one was older, the other younger
and both awaited tomorrow...
hoping it would bring lots of sun rays!


Learning from each other
was a true challenge,
they had a different voice range:
one high, one low;
and they tried to work it out...
listening as notes entered the festive air
from a branch of a willow,
but kids wouldn't admit they were smart! 


After two long months of practice,
they have announced their release;    
I guess birds are similar to us 
and sing with their true hearts!
Don't they deserve a great price
for having a hit on the charts?




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Another new day does start

Another new day does start

The sun is rising up above
It’s these mornings that I love
Big yellow moon is slowly fading
You’d never, ever find me trading
These mornings, not for anything
They always make my old heart sing
Soft music playing in the background
Is mixed with soft and lovely bird sound

Corella's squabble in the trees
They’re argumentative
Black cockatoos they fly so free
Oh what I wouldn’t give 
To fly with them in the deep blue sky
Screeching with delight
They bring such happiness to me
Make my day so bright.

The olive trees light up so bright
Beneath the morning sun
I feel like dancing with delight
This morning just begun
It does these wondrous things to me
Such joy is in my heart
As I feel this wondrous mystery
Another day does start

5 November 2014


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another "Little Drop of Poison" ....Tom Waits inspierd

You thought you were born with the world by the horns
and your grip was as firm as resolve,
but she promised you things that a good woman brings
so you grasped the illusion of love.

It slips through your fingers
where her perfume lingers
and singers sing songs of delusion.
A bird in the hand, cannot understand
the two in the bush in collusion.

Worked to the bone for a word on the phone
“Can you pick up a bottle of wine?”
Don’t feel good tonight, so you just pick a fight
and she pretends that everything's fine.

It slips through your fingers
where her perfume lingers
and singers sing songs of delusion.
A bird in the hand, cannot understand
the two in the bush in collusion.

The eye of a tart looks for broken hearts
to wring a few drops of dominion,
so easy to fall, when you once had it all
but that’s just my jaded opinion.

It slips through your fingers
where her perfume lingers
and singers sing songs of delusion.
A bird in the hand, cannot understand
the two in the bush in collusion.


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Deep Colors of Night


Your song, A Beautiful Child, touched my heart long ago, inspired to love beauty I could never hold, inspired to love beauty from afar. I am the sleepless child who grew tall enough to reach a star. You sang of feelings that remain After the Glitter Fades, and I listened to the sound. Late at night, I dreamed I was Rhiannon, visions kept to myself of a bird in flight, a night bird taken by the wind. Unforgettable songs of love and joy, sorrow and pain, wash over me like Silver Springs, Violet and Blue. The songs from your Book of Miracles lift me on a White-Winged Dove. Feelings of freedom soar in my soul. The higher I fly, the more fragile love becomes, but the heart is strong when we sing. Resilient, I find the courage to carry on, triumph over trials, leather compliments lace. Your voice rings clear like a bell in the still of night. You ask the mirror in the sky, what is love? Bolder with age, I seek to find my own answers. The Gypsy in my soul searches for more. Sometimes, I find my own reflection and a brazen heart. Sometimes, I find an innocent child, shy and unassuming. All of life is lyrics set to music. In the deep colors of night, I hear your voice. for What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Contest ***Stevie Nicks***


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The reason I was born

The reason I was born

I was sitting it was after noon
I didn’t know what to do
So I picked up my old guitar
And played chords, just a few
I could not play for very long
Cause me hands went numb as hell
Ever since I had that lousy op
My body don’t do too well.

My hands are numb. my poor hip hurts
I’m tired all the time
This body that I’m living in
Isn’t worth a single dime
But I won’t let it get me down
It’s still a lovely day
The birds still sing amidst the trees
In a very lovely way

So I decide to write a poem
Cause that’s just what I do
The rhymes flow smoothly from my pen
And soon I feel brand new
The body might feel down a bit
But my soul is in fine form
To write songs is my destiny
The reason I was born.

19 July 2014 @ 1652hrs.



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BIRDSONG SERENADE

Birdsong twitters
Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds
Weaving messages with light
You resonate with sound

Chirping virtuoso
Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind
A melody to serenade my ears
As wings glide legato 
Wings flap staccato
From bird’s eye view
Your chorus chimes

I beg reprise ...


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To Ever Young Spring

To Ever Young Spring

O enchanting flavor, of the beautiful Spring
Why you always look, so different to    me
Seasons come and seasons go, every year
But why only the Spring, enchants everyone

Why the mind get lost by the flavor of Spring
Even birds returns from their migrating hides
Why sweet sensations runs in human hearts
Why life began to look so different in Spring

Why the Koyal* keep on singing and singing
Why the smell of Mango buds creates thrills in mind
Where on earth this intoxicating wine is being made
Which sweeps away our mind and heart in Spring

And where in Nature the nectar of Spring is hidden
Which intoxicates humans, birds and even animals
Why in Spring,  images began to appear gradually
On the other wise sleeping, but turning pages of  life

The Butterflies are flying from the top of the flowers
To invite Black bee and others  to enjoy the Spring
What ever may be the stage of life in which, one may be
In the season of Spring only, one feels young and evergreen

Why my mind has started searching on its own
Sensing the dawn of the season of Spring near by
Why even in our life, we find some day that even in Spring
Even the enchanting fragrance too began to feign oneday

Why the mind cheated and illusion by seasons
Becomes anxious and began to feel young again 
By watching the new born leaves on every trees
And finding them dancing with breeze in Spring

Why the singing of Koyal’s * kuhoo*  kuhoo*
Leaves the impression of some anguish always
Silently the heart keeps on searching throughout the year
The grandeur and melody of the Spring singer

When the childhood has ever come back again
And when the youth has ever returned, once gone
Only on the pages of our memories and in our hearts
Their fragrance remain always alive and ever young


Ravindra

Kanpur India  2nd March 2010 


* Koyal .  A spring bird of India which sings mainly in Spring
   While setting on the Mango tree branches
* Kuhoo Kuhoo . the melody song of the Spring bird 
   Similar to that of the Nightangale of John Keats


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Tropical Nightingale



Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree Pouring out your heart in sweet melody With a full throated birdsong rhapsody Filling me with such joyful ecstasy Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree Her heart must surely melt at the beauty Of the song you sing so effortlessly Is your song a joyful testimony To honour nature's musical bounty Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea Whose music blesses all abundantly Or is it part of a profound mystery Heralding a supreme divinity Which pervades all silently and deeply O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee


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Feathered Alarm Clock

Ready or not it is time to arise
She has been busy all night and it is time to close her eyes

She lives nearby high in a tree
Her rise and sleep cycle is an alarm clock for me 

She has been hunting all night and it is time to rest
She is feeding her owlets and tending to their nest

I hear them noisily demanding their food
they must be an adorable feathered brood

Then as dawn breaks in the sky
Mama owl proclaims it is time to say bye

She calmly sings her song acoustic 
I awake hearing her music

This natural cycle repeats every night
She tells me it is time for me to sleep as she takes flight


Details | Blitz | |

A Date with King Crimson

I sit here listening 
to "Song of the Gulls" 
I feel somewhat better now 
This music always relaxes me 
As do birds in general 
A date with King Crimson 
That is one date I shall never break!


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Heartbeats of singing wings

as the circles of wind                                                                                                   hold the delicate in the air                                                                                      waves of music fill as I stare hovering                                                                          flying backward away from the flower                                                                               like a pause before a kiss then closing in                                                                           with wings a blurr tastes the nectar                                                                          struck by colors unseen while dividing the light                                                               rightly into rainbows for all to admire                                                                               heart racing a thousand times a minute                                                                         all this from one little heart


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A Song of Freedom

A bird forgotten in a rusty cage
Waking up to see the last of day
A broken wing that whispers of a war
To be let out is all he’s hoping for

All alone without a will to breathe
Too afraid to finally fall to sleep
Nothing left so he begins to sing
The dancing rhythm granting life within

Another heart that sings of other lives
So universal it transcends all time
Another tune to free an empty soul
The lonely bird now understands and grows

So he wakes with patience and a song
The bird remembers what it is to long
The deeper that his music comes to be
The more the bird desires to be free

The bird decides to share his greatest work
A song of freedom stronger than despair
His music travels over open plains
He keeps on singing even in his pain

His final note now reaches every ear
His final breath has emptied every fear
The bird has finally left his rusty cage
The bird, once broken, has truly found the day


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Formation

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
 
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his hands
gathers those who so listen from their stands
and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends
 
I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago
to find a soul whose depth as rich as he
so many I had scanned though did not see
the like of him in any people I did know
 
Thus to my chambers I would him chance
but he would have to leave the fields flocks
exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks
or partake the tables spread in harlots dance
 
To waltz like winged bird upon the wind
whose unseen direction comes from whence
and depth of feelings that make not sense
didst this emotion upon mine heart descend
 
Tis now two years I have you letters sent
to give mine thoughts you by song I sing
that you might understand like bird on wing
the nature of the truth in word now lent
 
From the depths of what is true these words now formed
whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass
that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass
whose God has these feelings within adorned
 
So has long in word have emptied out her soul
that he might read and see what is her past
so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 
thus the secret person within might come to know
 
Could he not know that every word was given voice
to paint a picture of what is of Love and True
a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue
that he might clearly see and make a choice
 
Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky
whose movements formed by mists and winds
invisible from where all courses begot sends
and by word have fully fashioned what is I
 
Source : Song of Solomon
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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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
Serenade

As the turtle dove dance to the
Lullabies of love..

My heart sings a love song as
The red bird whistle..
A soulful serenade..