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Music Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Music

These Music Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Music. These are the best examples of Music Ode poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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The Memories of a Dancing Peacock


The Memories of a Dancing Peacock 
( Based on a true incident captured in my Camera )



I was in a mood to sing, and

The Peacock was in a mood to dance, 

My singing came, while watching the beauty and 

The beauty started unfolding its wings and charms, 

As if the Peacock was listening the songs, 

I was singing, silently in my mind.  



Oh, what a joy it was to feel and share, 

Those wonderful moments 

I spent with that beautiful bird,

Who kept dancing and dancing,

Till the song continued in my mind silently.



You and I may not be dancing or living forever, O, bird,

But the image, which you have engraved on my mind and

The rhythms of that joy and pleasure, 

Which you have left,  

Would continue to generate always,

The music of silence and beauty in every mind.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th December 2011

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Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



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Lovers On A Rainy Day

Out on the porch for a little recess
From life's daily chores, listen to raindrops
Pitter-patter, musical sounds request
From gentle breeze, which stirs windchimes non-stop
Nature's orchestra plays as in hammock relaxed lay
A novel to read or just nap away
Afternoon quietly, what more pleasure
Maybe do something risque
Meet with lover, love away rainy day
In deep caresses our love we'll measure

The flame will burn higher as our desire
Rises with each kiss and loving caress
As the rain's rhythm sets mood, love's red fire
Glows as love to each other we confess
Romancing to rain's music dance and sway
Raindrops, roses, love's desire only glows
Lover so glad you could be companion to
Maybe do something risque
As on the love seat, inflamed we repose
Not needing love potion our love to renew

Lover so glad that I met you today
Out on porch listening to rain's rhythm
Stirring music in my soul fears allay
Perfectly matched love's biorhythm
There are now no fears or life's dismay
Love come take me away to higher realm
Come, stay, don't just wait life's rainy day to
Maybe do something risque
Hold, caress, don't wait 'til life overwhelms
Love come stay please don't ever bid adieu

Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan
Contest: An Ode To Small Comfort On a Rainy Afternoon


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Ode ot Music

Music had the ability to transport us to another world.
It helps us speak when words fail.
Music toys with our emotions;
Allowing us to feel what is being sung and played.
It can make us feel joyous, sorrowful, confident,
And even adventurous.
Music comforts us when people can’t and
Helps us let loose when we feel like it.


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Bach

A humble name,
Trilling far beyond river
For his music
Flows into the grandest ocean
Leaving land
Aquiver


-Snaperdoodlyay, Laura Breidenthal
-For Giorgio Veneto's Laconic Verse Contest


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Ode to David

an English Ode 

A shepherd-boy composer sang of hope -
pastoral psalms were first heard by his lambs,
his soothing music helped King Saul to cope,
distressing psalms related rival's scams.
Young David, you respected God as Lord
and recognized that giving thanks is praise.
Recalling God's own mighty triumphs past,
you wrote of vict'ry, friendships with accord;
you shaped forgiveness, faith, your Father's ways.
As king, you wrote of blessings deep and vast.

Oft-quoted, sung and prayed by millions wide
Psalm 23, perhaps the best-known psalm.
And "Bless the Lord, my soul," we've gladly cried,
Psalm 1-0-3 are verses penned to calm.
We lift up praise, "majestic is Thy name,"
to God from both Psalm 8 and 21. 
"Create in me a clean heart, Thou my God," 
writes David when confronted with true shame; 
Psalm 51 recounts how cleansing's done.
King David's psalms, sweet music to applaud.


Taking other's estimation of you, David, as enough justification to write of the biblical King David in your honor.  I know you will miss your friendships here.  May God bless your future plans as only He can. 

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Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street. 
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable. 
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see. 

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop. 

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms. 
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock. 

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed. 
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap. 

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss. 


Dedicated to all the woman of the world. 
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all. 

 


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QUEEN OF THE CEILIDH

The small home fills as the beer keg empties, A half moon hears each merrymaker’s call, Cozy against walls are tufted settees, And the rug’s been rolled up, waits in the hall. She’s brought to a corner, then lifted high, ~Tucked under a chin ~ Queen of the Céilidh~ Fine tuners are turned, a tragic note drifts, ~When string strokes string hearts sigh~ The sad lament makes revelry allay, An old woman scowls as someone’s knee shifts. A new tune begins, a rollicking reel, Hands clap gleefully as feet meet hard wood, This mad melody drives both toe and heel, They learned this step dance in early childhood. She ends the second set, they demand more, ~So she plays a jig ~ Queen of the Céilidh ~ Her kiss of chords stirs ingrained memory ~When string strokes string hearts soar~ Their true homeland seems not so far away, For music can built a bridge over sea. A yawn is stifled; a child nods his head, Song after sweet song has stretched the long night, And yet her bow resists its satin bed, As though it longs to play ‘til morning light. One last air floats, a harmonious stream, ~Soft Gaelic she speaks ~ Queen of the Céilidh~ No words are needed, only lore and folk, ~When string strokes string hearts dream~ Hastening time itself to fade away, Though eternal is the pride she evokes.
*By Cyndi MacMillan, Oct 10, 2011 (Thanksgiving Day) **For Nette Onclaud’s “Sound Madness” Contest ***The instrument I chose is: The Cape Breton Fiddle ABOUT THIS POEM A céilidh (pronounced kay-lay) is a Scots-Gaelic social gathering where music is played and people dance. Impromptu céilidhs in homes still happen frequently in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Step dancing is popular there.(similar to ‘Riverdance’.) If interested, here is a short clip of a céilidh with fiddles and step dancers. FUN!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_LzQG5tLZ0


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At Breaking Point

There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you. You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me. If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash. Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven. The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT. I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong. Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties. Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face. When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued. Set for Contest!


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Girl on a Bicycle at the Fair

spokes of a turning wheel
strung with colored string
strumming fingers playing
plain and turning
turning plain
and simply round and round

colors whirl up and around
up and down
music moving turning sound
rhythm round

swirl of colorful motion
jaunty ribbons of song
bright and shining
shining bright
and lightly up and away


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