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 .
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
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.
Kanpur India 28th December 2011
NOTE:IMP. NOTE: The Memories of a Dancing Peacock
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Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2011
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
Contest: An Ode To Small Comfort On a Rainy Afternoon
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
Inspired by Friedrich Von Schiller’s poem,
The birth to a tumultuous...orchestral bliss.
The flicks of his wand was the rhythm he heard,
A call for dramatic attention...an extraordinary passage.
As he pulls...he demands...rejecting the three movements,
A dense prelude to what is to come softly emerges.
The lower strings of the orchestra sadly...grope,
And transcend into a new melody...a higher plateau.
Intermingling yet surprisingly...exploding into full orchestra,
The rhythm leaves his wand...to the choral of ode to joy.
A musical patriot with passionate poise...conducts in silence.
His soul’s final composition permeates from the gestures of his wand.
A deaf body with a mindful soul...fatigued and battered,
Deprived to listen to the thunderous applause...of his life’s magnum opus.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
A steady heartbeat thumping in my ears,
Lost in my thoughts, the world around me a blur.
No longer do I feel the pain of living, no more tears.
But, when the music's gone, horrid things start to occur.
With no beat, no voice, no bass, my world collapses.
Cold and trembling, I find it hard to breathe.
Desperate to hear melodies again, wanting to be safe.
Gone is my confidence, struggling to live, happiness lapses.
Gone is my shield to protect me from the comments of seethe;
Their words cold and cutting have me under strafe.
Copyright © Heaven Lorenz | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Linda Schultz | Year Posted 2013
I played my part, in the praise of the Lord,
Standing by the choir box, on my own accord,
Deft hands created a heart, centuries old,
With gilded corners and polished wood, set my soul,
The young little fingers of a fairy, that kissed,
Struck a hammer, in my strings lips,
A mild tap of dance, on the brass right foot,
Would sustain my melody into an eternal mood,
Crafted with the ability, to sound like a lark,
Across octaves and sharps, six and half,
The bard who was deaf, could hear through my touch,
And create symphonies, for an interminable march,
When the ‘Rose of England’, reached the Lords’ Abode,
Elton’s tenor, rained heavens, on a grieving road,
With my hammers and tongs, I make the world think deep,
Or weave a sweet lullaby, that puts little hearts to sleep,
Needless to spell, I, reside in your hearts,
In exultation or sorrow, I am always your part.
Pradipta Roy Choudhury
Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2015
There you sit,
My baby grand,
Elegant and serene,
Full of untapped potential.
Your keys that sing
Like lovely songbirds
When struck right
Lay silent in waiting.
From across the globe,
From ballrooms and church halls,
Your melodic voice rings.
You are a siren; formerly loved
For allure and charm,
Now discarded over the ages,
Though your grace still holds true.
But alas, your beauty is being forgotten.
Your dissonant chords
No longer a means of expression,
But a chore forced down throats.
That is not what you are to me.
I take my seat in front of you
And brush the dust from your keys.
Little black birds on telephone wires
Scattered across the pages
Flit around in spite of me,
Impossible to keep up with.
I glance at the familiar names
Written at the tops-
Beethoven and Bach,
Mozart and Chopin.
They did not fabricate your marvel,
But simply tamed those
Copyright © Lauren Tovar | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
I wonder what a world mine would be without music!!!
Single tune of Melodie entice my soul
the beat unconsciously get my head nodding
plants a smile on my face
Within no time
my feet are on the floor
my body swaying............!!!!!
I wonder what a world mine would be without
without 'em amazing voices!!!!
The power of my spirit!
rhythm of my life
makes me conscious of my past
inspires me to anticipate my future!
It reminds me who i am!!!
I may not play
but always i feel it.
Music makes me visible
That everything is possible!!!!!
Copyright © PENINNAH NGANGA | Year Posted 2014
Sound that brings
Sounds that make
…From an ol’ music box…
Sound that tears
Tears from one’s eyes
And wrenches forth
…Nothing quite like an ol’ music box…
No, nothing says poignancy
than does the silken notes
That softly flow
…From a music box…
That plays ‘Lullaby
And Good Night’
And tinkles down
E’er so slowly
Til wound again
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015
Teen angel. Acid queen.
Here comes your lover man.
Heaven and hell. Won’t you
try. Kosmic blues.
Voodoo child. Guinnevere.
I put a spell on you.
And when its over. I
can’t turn you loose.
Copyright © Bas Holzhaus | Year Posted 2012
A humble name,
Trilling far beyond river
For his music
Flows into the grandest ocean
-Snaperdoodlyay, Laura Breidenthal
-For Giorgio Veneto's Laconic Verse Contest
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Music is like a painkiller to life. The lyrics match my feelings like a key to it's lock.
It softens the impact
and dulls the blade
numbing the pain
until it all goes away
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2016
I Have A God
Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before,
Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ?
Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens?
I open'd my eyes after honey'd slumber,
Blind'd by sparkling silver and blazing gold
Of a goldsmiths treasure trove.
I walk'd step by step on the cloudy floor
Feeling the weightlessness of my heavy shoulders.
Much had I been overwrought by mortal burden,
And heaved a sigh at this fanciful world.
Above the lands, above the seas,
Above the mountains had I obliviously reached.
In the realms of dreams I smiled,
And swirled my glittery gown.
The gods had been kind for this Elysian ecstasy
Loud shout'd I my gratitude to the Almighty,
If this be divinity I ask for no more
Before me stood my creator in all his luminosity and spoke,
You call'd me child and I your servant be,
No more pain, no more misery,
No more desire, no more passion shall ever feel.
Your soul in my palm will be, your vesture rested on the ground.
Down look you on earth,the towering inferno has turned you to smithereens.
Your love is here,
And here begin we a life afresh.
He point'd his big finger down, once again.
There on earth your treasures lie,
The fray is on and many will die.
For centuries have they fought and for centuries will they continue,
Your abode be here for all times to come,
Fret not you, for I be here.
Spoke I to God,
A dream this were not, for I am sure.
What treasures do I yearn? What passions do I crave?
What pain? What misery you speak of when I your only audience be?
My raptures the world knows not of,
For too entangled is the diseased world,
Of attachments and detachments.
Much to their envy am I filled with pride,
My journey has not ended,
With you by my side it has just newly begun.
November 26, 2015
Contest: I went To Heaven
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012
As I crossed the gravel way
Of chemim de la Geurite
Through dead leaves that fell astray
I dodged them in a wild mad spree
As I crossed the gravel way
As I climbed up the granite wall
Thick and cold and high
To the top, feeling small
I slid across the rim
As I climbed up the granite wall
Down the other side I went
Through coins strewn about
Through photos and through flowers spent
I slowly crawled along
And down the other side I went
There were people standing over me
People standing high
People with teary eyes did see
The writing on the wall
As there were people standing over me
And as I headed towards chemim Lebrun
I heard some people sing some old forgotten songs
Holding candles of whitish hue
Lamenting a man called Jim
As I headed towards chemim Lebrun
And as I rested for a while
In my house upon my back
I rested with a blissful smile
At the end of my shiny track
As I rested for a while
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
ODE TO THE ANDANTE
(Hum along, Mozart's Andante, -Elvira Madigan's theme-or dream!
A rose garden,
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015
It is symphonic
It is rhythmic
It tells a story,
of love and life,
of pleasure and pain,
of joy and sadness;
a story of defeat and triumph
It is the invisible book
of the human experience
It has the power,
to move you,
to make you yearn for more,
of its delightfully painful,
It can deliver you;
it can be your cry of deliverance
It is so mysterious;
it could only be celestial
It straddles the emotions
quietly packing a punch,
but pulls it, only to suck you in
When it hits,
it leaves no bruises
It knocks you out,
into the habitation of joy;
a relief from heaviness
It is transcendent;
a passport and transport,
to the esoteric zone;
the inner longing of the soul,
warping the time in its wake,
at such a pace,
that leaves you transported
It blows in,
from beyond the firmament,
riding the undulating,
invisible crests of space
It is copious in joyfulness,
filling the soulful emptiness;
an aid to cope with the sorrowfulness
reaching deep into the soul,
soothing even the savage beast
It is infectious, but does no harm
It is delightfully musing;
rousing a deep satisfaction,
yet, in it, lies a deeper longing,
for something or somewhere,
very present, yet very distant
Seemingly desiring to reconnect,
to something or somewhere,
enchanting, elusive, and disconnected
Shhh! Can you hear it? It is music! It is Jazz!
Copyright © oliver Okoli | Year Posted 2007
Between old blood and tyrants
Deeper in the silence
I found the balance.
Music fills my soul
I've lost all control
I'm not half, I'm whole.
This music is my church
The end of my search
No more research.
The artist is my priest
And god is just another beast
That partook in this feast,
Deeper in the silence
I'm listening to the sirens
Between old blood and tyrants.
Copyright © Alexandru Pop | Year Posted 2016
Your tempered strings and true, O ancient lyre!
Harp-like, thy graceful template shall resonate
Within the hollow confines of my soul
Not tortoise and beech, but rather the ideal
Purity of your design (here but fully
Realized by half) speaks to me
Now as ever before in my youth
Touches, as it were, my heart-strings
(Not inaptly named!) and stirs forth
From the depths of my being a song.
O! if I could master that song sublime
A tune to capture thy several contradictions
'Twere a song would outlive the race of men
Embodying form and function, earth and air
Female grace in curve and force in line
With woman's waist and hips, yet double-tusked
Shoulders square, slender neck, even a mouth
Teeth of gut, a creature turned inside-out
A half-opened signpost to infinity.
Copyright © Kyle Elsbernd | Year Posted 2016
spokes of a turning wheel
strung with colored string
strumming fingers playing
plain and turning
and simply round and round
colors whirl up and around
up and down
music moving turning sound
swirl of colorful motion
jaunty ribbons of song
bright and shining
and lightly up and away
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2007
He thought he was a poet
but turned out to be a lyricist
He didn't even know it
Until his words were on the hit list
He wrote sonnets a-plenty
Rhyme and meter sublime
They made songs of almost twenty
Without paying him a dime!
He woke up to it all too late
He dozed too long, too ignorant
But such is the blind fool’s fate
If of worldly ways indifferent
“how I missed my ultimate calling!”
he wailed and cried and sobbed
as he heard his words on beats a-falling
Of honor and credit robbed
The producers made a killing
The poet died in debt
But the words stayed alive and thrilling
On vinyl’s preciously kept
In the end the poet was rewarded
By life’s eternal song
And posthumously awarded
Credit that tried to right the wrong
But far above the earthly sky
Looking down upon the thieves
No tears were there to cry
As he sat under Abraham’s eaves
Seeing the producers one by one
Shedding their fleshy pants and top
To be wrapped in burning flames and sun
Wailing and crying for a single drop
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
Blasting through my earbuds
I cancel people out
If I ever need to scream&shout
I could always make you louder
The melody soothes me
The drums control me
I forget the trouble in the world.
So thank you music
For being there.
You can help
If I need to cry or scream
I couldn't live without the music
That fills my ears
And my heart.
Copyright © Madisyn Jackson | Year Posted 2016
How could I have forgotten you!
Because you’re the little sister!
Because you’re so down to earth!
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
Now I live out in the country
and thought I'd heard everything,
but there ain't nothing half as pretty
as Allison when she sings.
Allison Kraus is a pretty little thing
and right pleasing to the eye,
but when she cuts loose a singing
the angels listen and sigh.
Her voice is like a gentle breeze
through the pines on a summer night;
soothing all your cares away
and making everything alright.
Someday when I reach heaven
I'm quite sure she'll be there, too
"cause I know God loves her singing
just the same as me and you.
Copyright © Lary Houston | Year Posted 2009
the needle pushes in her face
a kiss and the wall scratches
higher naked searching cracks
for an exit you scream soldiers
planes flash back and forth flying
a room fills with angry anxious
voices shadows growing tall
corpses rise flowers swallow
space white crosses over graves
praying mantis mothers explode
down the endless fluorescent
hall your lifted into the
long black limo ripping worms
from your face
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2014
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!
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Backstage and waiting
For my favorite
Band to just show up
Has got me dizzy
Heavy songs like: "Milk"
Here's my respect
For your music;
On God, Life
Copyright © shane solomon | Year Posted 2011
To you lads and lassies the sweetest gratitude’s of mine
This time as always I do,
I am not going to engrave an emotive elegy
Neither going to scratch an ironical legacy
Burlesque its not, but a moral valued ode
To all my pen lovers I know you all will enjoy this quality product too much
But cram a principled limerick out of it as much as u can
And change our mind-set on what actually happens factually.
Walking on the shadows, without any destination
Leave you only sorrows
Hiding behind the taros, designing you unseen
Don’t let you fly- high like sparrows.
Every laugh doesn't show joviality.
People who have immense sense of humour may pretend to it.
Every cough doesn't lead to ailment condition
It may be like someone thought of ourselves more than us.
Every cry doesn't say we are in the sphere of misery
It might be that some particle blazed into our retina
Every step on ground doesn't way to the dejected.
It might be like our feet kissing the earth with a lot of love.
Every glimmering in eye doesn't ignite up as much as a lighthouse
Even though if it is a minute spark from our true delight.
Few drops won’t fill the bottle of tears past twilight
Cause it ought to fill the Pacific Ocean with pure pacifism.
A line doesn’t make a lyric
And a lyric is not at all meaningful without any of those lines.
Every scorching sphere is not a sun
But every rising beam comes from only that one
Every gathering is not a crowd
And a noble ¬festival can’t be even compared to it.
Every arc is not a rainbow
Because every bow won’t show the colours of celebrations
Every hole is not to escape
It may even aid in huffing oxygen for life.
One flake can’t turn off a flame
When there is unity in them they can ramp even a conflagration.
The people who tell you to change yourself
Want to change you like them
Than why to have yourself a name
And why to gain your own fame
But only a thief whom all say as bad
Is the one who is actually our well-wisher.
Who anticipates us to be with lavish prosperity.
In the same tactic, folks judge our boldness is bad but actually good to us.
Every disappearing is not setting
It may be a backdrop for a rise
Every flute is of wood
But every wood made is not good
Copyright © Bhanu Siva Krishna | Year Posted 2016