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We Danced Through Life

We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight 

We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight

We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.

We danced in the shadows of fear and doubt
And we danced when we questioned what life’s about

We danced amongst the evergreens
That posed for painters winter scenes.

We danced in the winters bitter chill
And when we danced our world stood still.

For that’s what love was meant to be
To find the dance when we cannot see.

To write a new song when the music stops
With lyrics that caress every tear that drops.

For when the rhythm changes and tempo slowed
We’re called to dance with the seeds we sowed.

For life is hard, there is no doubt
But Dancing through it, is what life’s about.

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Forgotten Valentine

An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love. A storehouse for so many things buried in my mind. I open up its creaking door to see what I might find. Lovely notes of music come wafting down its stairs So poignant is its melody that my poor heart tears. It brings to me the image of one afternoon When I walked with someone in summer by the dune. I listen to the tickling of the ivory Picturing two people splashing each other by the sea. The music now is drifting to me soft and low. I see the setting sun. We’re bathed in crimson glow. Beautifully and slowly the notes keep being played. In the arms of my old Valentine rhythmically I’m swayed. The keys of the piano now are pounding fast. In the moonlight he and I are making love at last. Finally the keys are played as if they were caressed. And a bitter sweetness swells within my breast. Slowly creeping up the stairs I go to learn the truth. Who has played this long-time buried memory of youth? On the old piano’s bench, I see an imprint lies, And I think I can hear my phantom lover’s sighs. Forgotten valentine, will you please return And play again that melody of love for which I yearn? For the Incurable Romantic Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison

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The Pub II

Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs 
Rough knuckles echo Bodhrán drums.
Flute, melodeon, bouzouki*, mandolin
Penny whistles, uilleann pipes, one feisty violin.
Pied piper rhythms, pied piper beats
Bold Celtic persuasions to move proud legs and feet. 

To Daver and friendship, thank you!

* Bouzouki...A stringed instrument that could stand up to the volume and intensity of fiddles, flutes, accordions, and pipes.
*uilleann pipes...Irish bagpipes...melodeon. an Irish accordian

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Christmas Eve of Old

In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music of a Midnight Clear
With reverent voices, in joyful mode
A sacred song of long ago
A velvet night while stars appear
Old carols sung on captured ear
Around a piano, where candles glow
Outside the air, with breath of snow
A fireside, where flames enchant
Old memories, from lips recant
'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss
A soul renewed, a spirit lifts
Some lift their glass to make a toast
While others sing of Heavenly Host
Beneath a tree, the children guess
Then off to bed, with kisses blessed
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music about a Midnight Clear

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American Idol

Hearing talented young voices provides such pleasure
In our quest for America’s latest idol treasure

Next year the judging panel will not be the same
The man we love to hate will leave for bigger game

What will it be like without the infamous scowl
Of the Brit who tells it like it is --  Simon Cowell

“That was simply dreadful,” says he with a wry smirk
“You came off karaoke; it just didn’t work.”

Randy asks, "Yo, Dog, what's with the off-key pitches?" 
Ellen’s there for laughs; she leaves us in stitches

Kara strokes her long, brown hair, bats her lashes too
Asks Casey to remove his shirt, flirts as he follows through

But Simon never offers consolation prizes
Contestants' egos crash down as their anger rises

If he tells Big Mike he sounds karaoke
We may find Simon adrift in the Okefenokee

Choosing a replacement will surely not be easy
Adam Lambert? Paula's return? Oh, it makes us queasy

Simon will be missed, the show will suffer ratings
Viewers may depart for loss of the man they’re hating

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If I Were To Work a Miracle

If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company

Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife

I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see

Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you

But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream

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She  wrested notes from unwilling
And resisting rosined string. 
The rhythm struggled to assert control
Over her strained and anxious soul.

Mother shushed her resisting offspring,
Father struggled with his watch’s mainspring.
Children twisted hair and faces :
All wished to be in other places.

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Les Miserables

Les Miserables

Jean Valjean was a bad convict
With Javert he had a conflict

For nineteen years the con went to jail
When his plan to steal bread was a fail

When he got out, he was ignored
He was by the people abhorred

A bishop welcomed him with open arms
Unaware of the con's great harms

Some precious silver was stolen
But it made the bishop solemn

But finally the con became good
And became the mayor of towns he would

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Coming Back

Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to 
express what was going on at the time.

The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.

Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.

The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...

I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.

They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
And disengage.

I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking, 
It feels like a smack.

I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.

There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.

You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
Our anniversary,
I know I missed.

I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.

I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.

I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.

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I Would Write a Song {resubmit}

So much of my life I spent doing wrong
If I could write music I would write a song

I have done things a man shouldn't do
These words are written for they are true

If you open your heart and look to the sky
Ask of the Lord then hear the reply

It won't come in words not words you can hear
It may come with a smile or fall as a tear

I found an angel said bye to my ghost
After I lost everything I gained the most

I found the Lord through the poems I pray
Sometimes it’s best to just give it away

I write out my words for they help me see
Simple is best for simple is free

Think of yourself just never think down
Your mind holds the music just listen to the sound

Everyone you meet has something to say
Be sure to include them in the prayers that you pray

All that you do and all that you see
Shares in your story and your destiny

When dealing with others do what you do
Just be kind and gentle to those you do it to

Everything is nothing that it shouldn't be
As a seconds a second and a tree is a tree

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   Music is life and life is the muse
she leads us shows us how to fuse
happiness in every realm
just put music at the helm

  throw aside those traps and reins
come with me and ease your pains
you think too much come  have some fun
hold out your arms,let music come

  you can't hold her ,force her ,mold her
you can't ever even scold her
she is with you or she's not
you have no choice
it's just your lot.

  so give it up and let it lie
come with me and touch the sky
and when we touch back on the ground
the staff will fill
we'll write it down.

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for T-Bell

  Knowing her song

still she won't sing it,

her bag's full of notes,

and still she won't bring it,

with veins full of music

she floats on a tune,

she soars on concertos

far over the moon,

I beg and cajole but I'm

just not her Mother,

she won't shed a note

it seems for another,

we're playing piano

on notes  on a page 

waiting for morning 

when she  can asuage,

all of the grief that she finds

on the keys,

see how the muses 

are down on their knees

whispering hope into

lyrics she hears

sonatas that shimmer

away on her tears.

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Living Legend

  After I left you alone in the firelight
I wondered if ever I'd see you again
the day of departure loomed on my horizon
the last time I'd ever have time with my friend,
nobody told you to pack allyour heartstrings
to turn off the future you planned in your head,
nobody warned you of incoming missles
imploding within ,turning everything red.

you sit there in silence to gaze at the embers
humming a tune a piano once played
out on a stage surrounded by angels
oblivious maestro ,you ebb and you fade.
but I see that moment you triumphed in Paris,
white doves all released to welcome the one,
who soared on the notes of ultimate beauty
who carried us up to the fire of the sun.

Dear Phoenix I know you must die in your ashes
before your rebirth can ever take place,
but there in the fireglow I still see the flashes
of genius alive in the light of .your face

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Beethoven's Lost Composition

"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"

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George Sand

  Chopin my darling,
your brow is so warm
come off to my island
you'll come to no harm

  I'll hold you and keep you
and guard you most dear
protect you from all
of the things that you fear

   you haven't the power
the strength nor the way
to care for yourself
and to write and to play

  come off to my island
leave all else behind
your music will prosper
as well as your mind

  I'll lock you away where
your genius will thrive
I'll give you my heart
and I'll keep you alive!

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Silence not just opposite of voice

Silence not just opposite of voice
More of ear turning deaf to outside noise 
Close ears to outside din
And hear subtle murmur within

Listen Heart beats in rhythm and rhyme
No music composer can beat the music divine  

Listening same beats for sometime
Makes one slip in meditation anytime

One drops BODY then MIND falls 
Weightless, thoughtless Light one feels   

Slip one may in trance 
Levitation one may experience 

Eternal Bliss engulfing
As if in Heaven surfing

Longevity of blissful state, on practice depends
Veteran or amateur, sooner or later it ends

Silence ruptures, clamour overtakes whisper 
Bliss vanishes, pang emerges

One day sound fails to impact hearing sense
That is when one is laid into permanent Silence 

Silence of graveyard not just opposite of cry in maternity ward 
More of listening to death than speaking of life as trump card 

Silence not just opposite of voice
More of dropping body dead, aligning life suiting soul's choice  

© Hitendra Mehta  
For Poetry Soup Contest 
April 2011

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Blood Brother

Music needs lyrics to make it whole
Lyrics are words that touch the soul
Listening to one song after another
Springsteen singing "My Blood Brother"
It tells a story of of childhood friends
A genuine love that never ends
Growing up and parting ways
Changes coming in passing days
And it takes me back to the things we did
The friends I had when I was just a kid
Although time has pulled us all apart
I still carry each one in my heart

But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother--Bruce Springsteen

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Homage to Bon Jovi

Homage to Bon Jovi
I’m going out in a “Blaze of Glory”
So “Bang A Drum” as I tell my story

With “One Light Burning” “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead”
“Chained” to the “Right Side of Wrong” in my head.

“Shot Through The Heart”, “You Really Got Me Now”...
Your “Bad Medicine” destroyed me—somehow.

“Dead Or Alive” don’t “Lay Your Hands On Me”!
“The Boys Are Back In Town”--I’m not lonely!

“Dying Ain’t Much of A Living”…you’re right
Too late found “Good Guys Don’t Always Wear White”!

So, “Billy Get Your Guns” and “Raise Your Hands”…
There’s “Justice In The Barrel” of time’s sands.

“I’ll Be There For You” and your “Cold Hard Heart”.
“You Give Love A Bad Name”--Feel "Lucky"? Start!

deborah burch

Titles in quotes are songs by Jon Bon Jovi 

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Melodies of Life

As we live each day trying to find out about life	
Questioning the misery and all the pain and strife
"Pilgrim on your journey you may travel far
Pilgrim it's a long way to find out who you are"
Sometimes it's hard to stay on the right track
You begin to believe you'll never get back
"All God's children get weary when they roam	
Don't it make you want to go home"
"Every day seems a little longer 
Every day love's a little stronger"
Now you pray That love will last forever
While Johnny Mathis sings about the "Twelfth of Never"
Now you've found the woman of your dreams
And all of the world is right it seems
She said that She will always be mine
"She's in love with me and I feel fine."

"Pilgrim" by Enya
"Don't It Make You Want to go Home" by Joe South
"Every Day" by Buddy Holly
"The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis
"I Feel Fine" by The Beatles

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Smoke Signals

Harsh cold breaths blowing gale force pounding drum bold
to the lightning striking blue diamond against ice freezing cold

Enrapturing a dark ebony satin night sky white silk cream velvet clouds
as the snow capped mountain lights up in a silver mist gleaming sparkles

One chain running a flood down the face as clouds of heaven open gates
lashing downpours of heavy pelting rain mixed with hail driven like bullets

Harshly outside roaring thunderstorms waves of air tossing this ship asleep
crying waves of voices through the breeze howling out rocking 

Bending blows bowing down and asking for mercy the trees cry out moaning
spirits of the wind branches getting tore from the limbs standing to defense

Turf upon the fire rising white smoke signals it's warm here love
on this lonely cold winters night smiling faraway kisses a dream 

Charming within deep loving warmth shipwrecked alone
crying howls into a cold full face moon entranced beautiful

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No Minors Allowed - Chris Changed the Rules

Las Vegas - Nineteen eighty six I heard it was the city of the tricks A great hotel, all-you-can-eat buffet Our car was parked by the sexiest valet The show already started, the lights dim I - a Kangaroo with sleeping baby on my limb The music started, "one mile" legs and feathers An atmosphere of Cabaret with tens of Heathers The music stopped, men lowered their defenses Of topless dancers - awakened all their senses As glittered bubbles shined on all the misses " Look, Mommy, lots and lots of tzee-tzees !"
for Miranda's Contest " Burlesque Boutique"

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Micaela II

You're Still The Most Beautiful song,

That I've Ever Written

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In Ballerina Stance

Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not Through progressive ears we're internally sought We, well we await, we await black drapes Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create Strobes through mists, signal our time Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses Arms outstretched like petals of roses She, Kim, of Touchstone effect Through their music her voice, such melodic select Prelude now generates as we await corded streams Receivers we are, appreciating their musical dreams Spotlights in sporodic dance, like silent sirens in the dark In seconds they soon touch, we the Blacktide no longer stark On this night in concert, we became one and all Strobe lights show their appreciation, bowing when shadows fall

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Never say Never

For years and years having viewed their faces Their smiles, their joys, in so many places Oh how I wondered if I would mirror those joys To forget my past, and it's lonesome destroy We are told never say never in this world we live Sometimes around life's corner, shall end ones sieve How right these words would be, such wisdom prevails Never say never, let life's winds grace ones sails <*> Then came the day as I so wondered why That a Spanish maiden liked, I clicked to espy Images of Marillion, the singer Fish being his name As I viewed musical others, we liked just the same In a polite message I wrote, simply to ask why Will she answer me I asked, I'll just have to try A reply I received, declaring reciprocating sounds For our music was mirrored, now something abounds <*> Then came the moment that simply captured my heart Her first word was hello, could a dead life restart Our visions appeared followed by questions of ask Two strangers in meet musical tastes being our tasks Days weeks into months followed amidst track after track So much was told and shared, her knowledge never lacked Now when I look back to our music moments shared and seen Fish and others we thank you, for it's the music of Queen <*>

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He struck a chord of measure with admiration, thump
With caresses of tomorrow’s wishes so silent, yet so trump
Hear the weeping violins that sway and gather sighs   
Posturing the polished voices of the moon’s rise 
Melancholy calling under a whistling breeze
Rapture, the winding wind dancing through the trees
Held together tender as birds in courtship of flight 
“Oh sing now sing” how contrite
Tides of crimson kisses roar with the sea
As you beat the drums of my mellifluous harmony
Wait, discover and then receive the sounds of our reprise  
Complacent lovers glance into each other’s eyes 

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A Daydream

Blinded but not broken I play for you.
I see with my heart a tune that is true.

My fingers will dance upon the smooth ivory.
Make love to my soul while I compose a melody.

True love I can see in keys colored cream.
As I sit anticipating your love in my daydream.

I will no longer feel this loneliness linger.
As I caress the music with the tip of my finger.

We will slow dance as mystic lovers do,
when I play my entrancing music for you.

True love you are closer than you seem,
when I look for you in my deepest daydream.

For contest: A Day Dream
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbest

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The Music of My Soul: The Early Years

Mom bought records of the classic Disney films; each song
was played again and then again; we all sang along.

Mad Hatter singing he was late, Snow White singing too, 
and seven whistling dwarves kept us from feeling blue.

Yes, those were our “Wonder Years” with my family.
Also we watched musicals as re-runs on TV.

Fiddler on the Roof ; The Sound of Music - pure delight!
West Side Story thrilled me with “Maria” and “Tonight.”

I began collecting records; my first idol’s name
was Herman.  With his Hermits, he enjoyed brief fame.

Older kids were listening to whatever gave a shock:
Dylan, Hendrix, Joplin, Stones, or psychedelic rock.

I preferred the “bubblegum” - Grass Roots, Tommy Roe,
and all the Top Forty Hits on my radio. 

Also there were songs of novelty, a different sort,
“A Boy Named Sue” and that “Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport!”

Some songs linger with nostalgia: gems like “Close to You”
or “Johnny Angel.” Those recall special boys I knew.

In the 1970’s, it was clear I was
A fan of pop rock music, simply just because!

I love songs with beat that make me want to sing or dance,
but sometimes I’m inclined to hear soft songs of romance!

Though I'm busy now with many other things, I strive
to hear what’s new on TV music shows or when I drive.

But what’s the music of my soul? In all honesty,
I must say my early years most affected me!

For "Soul Tunes" Contest by Kristen Bruni

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Coffee, Beatle Style, With Michael

‘Good day, Sunshine!’... ‘I call your name’, and here you are!
Michael, so wonderful to finally meet you on this ‘magical mystery tour!’….

‘I traveled the long and winding road’ and came to this conclusion
A coffee chat with Michael F, could become a poetry ‘revolution’

They tell me “let it be”…and 'wait', ’that all you need is love’….
But after ‘a hard day’s night’….and 'a little help from my friend' above

I even said 'Please Mr. Postman'..., I’ve ‘got to get him into my life’
‘I wanna hold your hand', Michael, but what about Rosanna, your wife??

That might be ‘too much monkey business’, so I'd better 'act naturally'
‘Wanna know a secret’, Michael?  You really ‘got a hold on me’!!!

By Carrie
Another Beatle Fan!! 

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Music is for all

She sits and dreams as though in a trance
Of being on stage playing a wonderful dance

Clutches violin to her breast as though her heart could play
Teasing the strings , making music, night or day

She has practiced forever to get an overture right
A contest to win, so they can eat

She closes her eyes, in another world as she plays
The music echoes around the air in a magical way

Believlng it’s like Paganini* that she plays
She tenderly draws her bow creating a musical foray

No money to spare for lessons and such
Just a determination to bring happiness in touch

With all people, whatever their creed, music is for all
To listen and enjoy and bring hope to their soul

Now she dreams, but dreams do come true
She smiles knowing full well she will see it through

So raise a glass to the young girl who lives with hope in her heart
That her future will go smoothly, making her name as a star

•	Paganini famous Italian Violinist

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I wrote a little poem that went toot toot toot.
With every second line do-op do-op.
It started with a scale that went doe ray me.
and had a tiny chorus of tick tick tock.

I added tiny rests that went sigh sigh sigh.
I balanced them with sounds that went ring ring ring.
Now half the words were higher and half were low.
Until they reached the end and went ping ping ping.

I gave it to a man who played with instruments.
Who said he was the best and the king king king.
He wasn't very good when he started to play.
Until he opened up his mouth to sing sing sing.

And that is how I invented the song song song.
I hope I haven't bored and strung you along long long.