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An Invitation to Dance

When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing and transient stars in clusters scintillate, when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly gait. He wends his way along the mountain trails past opalescent rush of streams and rills, goat-footed, on the paths that ribbon dales and wind around and up and down small hills. Then nymphs appear as, through the woods, he trips to flower-smitten meadows. Fancy-free, he leads them with his reed held to his lips, till blithely they embrace his rhapsody. So hear the music; watch the wood nymphs spin. . . Then captured by sheer merriment, join in! For Nathan A.'s ANY POEM GOES Poetry Contest


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Bright Eyes

Her big eyes shone while to her chest she clasped
the violin her dad worked hard to buy.
Delightedly that Christmas morn, she gasped
to see it;  then she promised she would try
with all her might to learn to master it!

She practiced hard. The girl that they called Bright Eyes
would dedicate her all. She never quit.
Each day and night, she strove to memorize
the strings’ sweet notes, in love with allegretto!
How quickly she caught on, and one main goal
was in her offering of a vibrato,
which - when it filled the air -  might touch one’s soul!

Today she casts such magic with her bow
that all who hear are warmed by Bright Eye’s glow.


written 12/29/14 For the "Let the Music Play On" of Mystic Rose


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A Blue Rose Sings

Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.

Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.


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Evening Storm


I drift as storm and night duet,
a dance amidst a choir of rain.
wrung clouds strum strong and passionate
to cart away my deepest pain.
In every grand, thunderous note,
God’s loving heart beats in my soul. 
Across the darkness, lightning floats,             
to heaven skyward, I extol.    
Winds sing with love blown rhythmically     
just like sweet-sounding nightingales. 
Clear sheets of rain course through lithe trees   
bending to meet the river dale. 
Then soft comes dawn, I praise the storm
in gleam of misty earth transformed.

For Shadow's Pick A Subject Contest, 3/4/15
*Subject - Storm


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Angel of Paradise- Artist Andrea Bocelli

Oh, angel, how you flutter 'bout my heart
The joy of love and living you impart
Your voice my soul does carry into flight
Illuminates with incandescent light

Your eyes are blind to wonders of this world
Yet, when you sing, its beauties are unfurled
I live a dream unmarred by pain and strife
Where passion, joy, and love are verdant, rife

You sing my heart into that special place
Where naught resides but beauty touched by grace
Angelic face when lit up by a smile
Invites my heart to dream a little while

Bocelli, angel sweet of paradise 
In blinded eyes, the light of heaven lies

March 30, 2014
Artist Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen


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BLUE NOTES


Listen. The colors of the notes are wrong.
Where is the perfection of sapphire-chords
that I am due? Cornflower doesn’t belong
here, plotting the composition’s borders.
Master music has all fingers contorting
to fit themselves into the metronome’s tock.
These tight strings have badly distorted
my repertoire; I’ve lost both key and lock
in a palette of sorrow that canvasses pain.
Now the cavernous range of a rhapsody
releases those scales of anguish again
until I am concert and concert is me. 
Dissonance and harmony do not combine,
Still, under sockets, lack and blue shines.










*inspired by Picasso's The Old Guitarist and pianist David Helgott's struggle with mental illness. 


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One-upmanship

 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face
as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor,
she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace
although her ears record the rhythm score.

He begged her love; he painted instant fame.
She nursed her song in dreams alive to wit, 
she trusted him to give the verse her name,
and reasoned out they spun a perfect fit.

With traitor's greed intense, he stepped aside,
and claimed her song as his with no remorse.
He left her raw, his chest out-puffed with pride.
Disgraced, abased, her anger reinforced,

	she writes another song, recounts the tale,
	assured his star will now commence to pale.




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THE AUBURN LADY AND THE BLUE NIGHT

Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,  
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance? 
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!


The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit;  listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!   


Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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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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Liberace

My eyes are dazzled at the sight of you,
Extremely chic, your sparkles they just grew.
Your penguin costumes always sat just right,
With candelabra burning there so bright.

Yours eyes they glittered as if they just knew,
The secret to life was you, being you.
Your smile was a magical starlit gaze,
When you came out, we were all in a daze.

That you were eccentric, no one would doubt,
The crowds would go crazy, when you came out.
Walk to your piano, sit there so tall,
Fingers would move, and captivate us all.

Rings filled with diamonds slid over keys,
Magical misfit, our senses appeased.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.04.2014
Mystic Roses Contest: Eccentricize my Eyes 
5th


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OBLIVION

        OBLIVION
Your head is dead a chamber vast and void
and nothing's what you think on anymore
forgotten are all things you once enjoyed
and are replaced by life the constant bore.

Your brain's been drained you sit alone and stare
all hope's run out, your heart is solid stone
from night to day and day to night it's there
the wish to be forgotten and alone.

You think and sink into Oblivion
not caring if you fade or if you die
but only that you shed the shell you're in
you've gone beyond the questioning of why.

You are the death, the dark of greatest fear
the song of life only the dead can hear.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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If Music Takes Me There

I had thought to give you the moon and stars, But they are far from these high mountains’ reach, Only a heart and a guitar to start, Hoping that these lyrics would make me preach, The feeling I could not hide nor deny; As my eyes begin to gaze up above, To see your face and never say goodbye, Because with you I will not ever love, Any other jewel that is less rare, Than a soul so bright that shines through the night; O nothing compares to your glossy stare, And your soft lips that vanished on my sight; If only music can bring back our time, Maybe I can sing to you one last time.


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Song of love

She walked by my side
trying to clasp my hand,
I was dreaming wide 
with a lonesome land. 

Where she could not follow
or call me through the night –
my heart is now hollow 
and whiteness is my sight…

A man with a smile on his lips
and an old guitar on his back
gave me life’s wicked tips:
Love is better when love lacks,
you will follow alone his track
surrounded by scattered lilacs…


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Tears In The Wind

Tears In The Wind

Left hand deftly fingering strings on frets, 
While my right hand is picking or strumming. 
Composing a sad song about regrets
And searching a melody by humming. 
I easily find a chord progression,
Played in a melancholy minor key,
Then add some dynamics for expression--
Reaching a fugue-like state releases me
Fleeting perfection is my endeavor.
Like tears in the wind, now lost forever.


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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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TEDDY BEAR KISSES


‘.’.’.’.’.’’………’’’.’’’’…. My sweet angel , slowly close your eyes Dream of stardust wisps and satin thread, My arms gather your toes unto twinkling skies Come now ,let moon beams cradle your head Heaven’s fairies touch your cheeks to render Blue sky lights fireflies and teddy bear kisses, Smile now, winds blow fluffy twirls from yonder Filled with magical pillows from soft night wishes Cherubs spray chuckles on a bright wand They’re babies too, keeping you safe and sound Sleep now, drift off to wonder , wonderland Mommy’s beside you, my love songs abound This lullaby chimes straight from my heart Till tomorrow brings us to new bubbly start


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Tears of a Little girl

Tears of a little girl
that's so young, that's in her childhood, 
make a golden well, make a golden well,
but she doesn't realize
her tears sing a song so beautiful.
They sing a song of treasure,
they sing a song so wonderful,
they sing to worship God,
but she doesn't realize
she has a gift to sing.
She mustn't sing for anything
she must sing for the King,
but she doesn't realize,
she can sing so goldenly, (so as a golden well)


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Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
 
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
 
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007


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SIR ELTON JOHN, THE ARTIST

A sold-out house the excitement grows
Electric stage pumping music builds
He always brings spectacular shows
Awesome concerts since sixty-seven
The master artist his power wields
Sir Elton John, this crowd's in heaven

Power ballads of sweet rock and roll
Piano genius is in his hands
Rhythm and blues performance has soul
Mesmerizing fans for four decades
Three hour marathons for loyal fans
Flamboyant Brit in his famous shades 

A sold-out house the excitement grows
Power ballads of sweet rock and roll!

Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Your Favorite Artist

Sonnet Poem
Written: 3-17-14


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Shot-dead

Shot- dead

The cause of death, shot- dead,
They quickly get a fame,
And quickly they leave us,
Shot-dead is a dominating cause of death,
What is wrong with this Hip-Hop music?
The music that influence a violence and anger,
The music that influence gangster ‘ism,
The music that promote hatred amongst groups,
The music that promote the abuse of alcohol and drugs,
They speak of imaginary riches and not physical riches to drug you in,
They go deep underground to blaspheme God,
If there is power behind this music,
I  believe is a power from the darkness,
Shot-dead, the cause of death in Hip-Hop industry.


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Ballroom Delights

The orchestra was loud when I walked in,
Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss.
I picked a group of friends and settled-in,
And perused the fineries of the house.
The chandeliers were unevenly spaced,
Creating random spaces of shadows
Where intimate strangers chastely embraced,
And not-so-innocent virgins caroused.
A friendly acquaintance introduced me
To his available little sister.
Turned out she was charming and quite lovely,
So I gave up trying to resist her.
“I would be most honored, beyond measure;
If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”


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Her Music Box

Opening the box, she peers deep inside Soft music is played from its underside A smile appears on her cute tender face Within her a giggle is everyplace Her thoughts race, exactly how could this be How do sounds exit something so pretty The intricate markings on the box’s side This is where the music comes to confide She closes the lid and the music ends Underneath she looks to see where it sends But curiously she just finds a key She turned it, twisted it, quite endlessly Hearing nothing, she flipped the lid open To hear the sounds that emanate within
Russell Sivey


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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.



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Wind Music


Listen now, the autumn wind is playing
Betwixt the trees the branches swaying
Serenading summer as she packs her things
A joyful yet melancholy song she sings

Her instruments the bush, the grass the leaf
Each one a soloist though their passages brief
She sends the acorn dancing to the ground
And weaves a tapestry of golden sound

Soon she will contemplate the rain and snow
More intense round the corners she will blow
Sweeping the walk and banging the gate
With winter time she has confirmed a date

So much of nature's music can be found
With the changing beauty of wind blown sound




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Dance Lightly

I'm not as beautiful as a rainbow
I am the morning dew
Dancing on the tip of a leaf
Transient in the light of day.
Life is inviting me to dance
On the edge of time
To the music of love.
So come along for the dance
On the edges of time
I invite you to dance lightly
With me, to the music of love
Where the world is made of
Faith, trust and pixie dust
Like the dew on the tip of a leaf..


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Musical Sounds

Listen now carefully, what do you hear?
sounds abound as you tune in to listen
universe  of noise fills the stratosphere 
birds singing, rustling leaves in transition

Blades of grass crackle sounding like gun fire 
the trickle of the brook harmonious
I settle down by the roaring campfire
drinking in the sounds most melodious

As magically they blend together
creating music so soulful to hear
playing perfectly keeping in meter
in the background reed pipes clamor come here

Music around us abounds all the time
listen to it  play enjoy the downtime


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Moonlight Sonnet

Moonlight Sonnet

A song masterfully crafted, by a man hard of hearing:
able to sooth any man or woman's ear.
Beethoven could barely hear, the crowd's crying and cheering
Still the beauty of his works, would not disappear.
Moonlight Sonata outlives, even it's composer's death
Like Moonlight; the Sonata shines upon the world.
Tis so human, it can rob one, of one's breath
for to describe its beauty, man possesses no word. 
But always must I remove, my spirits from aloft,
When I hear the end-silence, of the sonata I adore:
Never again, will a song like a kiss be soft.
For the composer who had such power, composes no more.
I remain grateful, though I will never hear the moonlight, played in a great hall
For I would be worse off, if I had never, heard it at all. 


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An Uplifting Sonnet

Mine ear hath heard the enchanting music, Thy splendor sounds form a steady accord; Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic! And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword For through the singer, you must find talent To find your fantasy before it dries Squeal with joy—just like a new born infant! That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes Now hear what sounds turns crowds anguish to cheer Mine ears have heard thy voice—is it songbirds? Are you awakened by the sounds of fear? The desires I hath reaped enticed herds! Yet ears grasp its want to release vast grace, Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!


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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	


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Beloved Piano

Sweet symphony flowing from ivory keys
A rising crescendo, amazing concerto
Releasing a breathtaking harmony
Mixed emotions begin to show
Melodic notes drift into the atmosphere
Fingers grazing gracefully across the piano
A serenade only the most beautiful may hear
Measure by measure, the melody grows
This music is poetic, a story unraveled
The piano hypnotizes her audience
Lulling them into a slumber, keeping them slightly dazzled
A tempo fresh and unknown
Only the extraordinary can recognize
The wonders of the beloved piano

~Destini R. Williams (5/1/11)