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Music In Colors by Popov, Pavel
He Who Hath No Music Hath No Soul by McGrath, Brenda
Sweet Music by T , C
The Music by Hoover, Darrell
unconditional love like music in my mind by King, Marty
Music in the air by The Aritistic Poetry Sisters , Heather and Chantelle
Wearisome Thuds and Music Thru the Wall by Roper, Eve
The Music Family by Palli, Susan
Can We Feel Music by Geyer, Carol
Country Music by Crytzer, Fritz

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John Lennon


On the day  that John Lennon died,  people were just going  about their business  as they did every day.  Mark David Chapman  was reading  Catcher In The Rye  void of his holy self.  He would have had to  Imagine there’s no heaven.  John took the elevator  down from his room  at peace with his belief  that there was  no hell below us.  He stepped out  on that fateful day  over him,  over everyone,  above us only sky. On the day that  John Lennon died,  people where just going  about their business  as they did every day.  Imagine, all the people  living for today.  Chapman talked to Lennon. Just before he killed him. He was singing "imagine  there’s no countries  because it isn’t hard to do." Chapman shot his  hollow point bullets,  without cause,  there was nothing  to kill or die for  and no religion too.  What a senseless killing,  how senseless killing is.  I imagine all the people  living life in peace. John fell to the ground,  a pool of blood beneath him.  A preacher on a soap box  unaware of the horrific act  that had taken place  was spewing words   that never belonged  to his soul but filled  the tin cup he was holding.  He yelled loudly,  ‘you may say that I'm a dreamer  but I'm not the only one’   a woman in the crowd hummed  ‘I hope someday you'll join us.’  A teenage couple under  their breath followed with  ‘and the world will be as one.’  Amen! They say when the police arrived  Chapman was reading his book.  Imagine no possessions,  I wonder if you can. The Detectives did not wait  for an ambulance. They rushed John Lennon  to the hospital. They weren't looking for credit;  they had no need for greed.  The preacher had left  with his tin cup full,  no need for more or hunger. At the hospital the air was  like most emergency departments,  people comforting people  who themselves needed comforting.  A brotherhood of man. In a hospital with its tragedies  life is more than real  you don’t need to imagine  all the people sharing all the world.  It just is. You can hear  their hearts  beating in tune,  singing  ‘You may say that I'm a dreamer  But I'm not the only one  I hope someday you'll join us  And the world will live as one.’ 07~11~2014 Maurice Yvonne Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Contest Name: I Love Rock n Roll

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010


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India

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014


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I'm Vinyl Baby


i’m vinyl baby,
easy to scratch,
easy to gouge, 
prone to warping.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single and labelled,
still got track marks.

dot dot dot
from the seventies!

you know there’s
my black side,
my dark side.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single and labelled,
still got track marks.

you,
you’re my diamond needle.
i'm your music,
you know me,
 you play me.

you,
you’re my diamond needle.
gets under my skin
rides my 
grooves
you.

still,
even pass these years,
still,
when my time comes,
pack me in my jacket
bury me in your closet.

you know i’m still
your song,
your tune,

dot dot dot

you make my life neat.

spin
like a circle
i’m the black vinyl
on the roundabout

you,
your still 
the only 
turntable 
for me.
you.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single and labelled,
still got track marks.

play me!



14~12~2015
Maurice Yvonne


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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Jazz Man

JAZZ MAN

Lips of sweat,
Igniting catalyst tune as they burn, 
Crossed eyes, attention spreads
feeling the whiteness in the pure magic
Each memo confronts the other, 
Soul cord of depth, 
and for one short-lived moment.
Losing sight of reality in a stasis of oasis.
The passionate barb sticks note directly into the atmosphere
Each message is a flood of scheme, 
singing the blues, this smooth criminal
angel of birth, in your hands
luring you to a road in heaven.
The lights are all you feel; 
you can see the forgotten masterpiece.
Bathing in it, as the drums go on, 
the mob gathers, to feel the whiteness of the trumpet.
He is rotating his saxophone, 
making love to the crowd.
His horn comes with words that deepen the soul,
the crowd is mesmerized.
He extends his hands,
A standing ovation,
Slamming and whistling,
Louder than thunder,
Mr. Jazz man is done
With no condom at all……………………….

by;

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012


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Voices in my head

I see things in my dreams
Aliens then screams
Government, terrorists, spies
Ghosts, ghouls, monsters, lies
They are coming in my sleep
I can’t scream, not a peep
Fireants in my brain
My voices make it plain
Life isn’t as it seems

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified

Locked my heart threw away the key
Locked it up so they can’t see
Its breaking loose
Can’t set it free
Can’t keep it close
Can’t let it be
I try to find my sanity
But somehow that’s just not me
My brain thinks differently

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified

Others see a different world
Without the fear of dreams unfurled
Broken hearts, shattered screams
My insanity becomes a reality
That only I can see
My reality is the insanity
Deep inside of me
Until I set it free
I will never see with clarity

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified

I just gotta set it free
I just gotta be me
The world wants me to hide
They just gotta realize
That I am truly crazy
And really that’s just me
I am finally set free
To find my sanity
In insanity

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
And I know that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m finally alive

Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2014


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Leaves of the Dead

Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my cheek
Where hopes had dreams
One could see the blossom of loves desires

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates


Ah now I am holding a cane
I have all but forgotten yesterday
I have no lovers
My friends have all but gone
To their designated places in the ground
Piano keys in soft lit lounges
I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers 
Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie
If only there was love…

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts
If only there was love
When the metro finds it’s unwitting end
Reality and cubes make ugly paintings
There are only drunks
Dreamers and bums
Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

If you can sober up and face the poverty
Of your empty aspirations of hope
Come to the bois de Vincennes
Where Kings and Queens danced and dined
What better place
To splay the butter
So that the knife slides smooth
Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine
Autumn leaves will fall
Dead again

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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The Composer


Eyes closed he hums the melody

replaying in his mind each note 

in search of fitting instruments.


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Image no. 3
Paul Callus ~ 3rd January 2015
Contest: 3 by 8 image
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed: 3rd

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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Acid Rain

*/·) */ ·| */ · \ *(_·_) .| · | .| · | .| · | .| · | .| · | .| · | /#|_.| · | /\ (##(_| · |,_))) \###| · | /&/ \##)&__&&( )##&__&&\ /#|&&&___.&\\ (##\_&&&_'._)| \ ######## // "+,_____,+" Psychedelic notes, Strummed with creative wonder: From a lonely soul. · Music for the world, Crying guitar solos hum: Raining energy. · While his audience, Awaited the finale: Burning his guitar. ____________________ Inspired by Jimi Hendrix

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009


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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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being,
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love’s betrayal,
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss,
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then with tears trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

Experiencing pangs of rapture,
sound slips the bonds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart,
arousing emotions deep within.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


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Black and White

United Colours: Black and White Sponsor: Silent One Your tune sweeps me so high and free but then I hear B sharp with tears and in sweet trance I swoon in dance with your souls notes while your voice floats on the soft strings as a bird sings you still move me with black and white grand keys ***I used picture number one for this poem*** ~Date Written: March 6, 2016~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016


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The Ballerina - Silent One's Ten Word Challenge


The curtain parted...there upon the stage,
neath bright chatoyant spotlight's glaring glow
she stood, a cynosure in tunneled beam;
demure, yet with ineffable glamor.

With lovely bow, this ingenue young girl,
composed, yet like a whirling breeze, began
her lissome ballet dance of twirls and swirls
to mellifluous sounds of violins.

A panacea of sweet calm filled up
my soul as she so gracefully succumbed
to call of violins and merged with them
in artful dance I wished sempiternal.

The beauty of her gracefulness in dance
enveloped me in deep hypnotic trance.


Sandra M. Haight
May 12, 2016
Unrhymed Sonnet

Written for Silent One's challenge using the words below:

Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest 
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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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.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012


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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 by Andrea Dietrich

Now for the Trashed 4 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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8 Mile Style

8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     .     .     .     .  8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where 
I go I see them same old hoes 
   BRING DA BEAT         c’mon, c’mon, c’mon        HERE WE GO
                  
                           YEA   YEA   YEA 
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose  
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two 
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know 
rose blows
 
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE,       YEA   YEA    YEA     

She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money 
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic 
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she 
blows

DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE        YEA   YEA   YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ                     
                                    
UP, UP, UP,  EVER’BODY  UP,  C’MON UP, C’MON UP

                                                YEA    YEA    YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a 
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them 
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the 
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes,  UH  YEA  UH  YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
         YEA  YEA  YEA            I’M OUT

OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD

8MILE8MILE     .     .     .     .     STYLE     .     .     .     .     8MILE8MILE



written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014


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The Shell

sea's sound in the breeze captured in a pretty shell. . . . nature's gift to me lying on my bed holding music to my ear. . . . I drift out to sea
For Brian Strand's VERSE any theme/form max of 8 lines Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011


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At the Pawn Shop

I met her  in a pawn shop on a warm summer night
When running from the rubble of  my shattered life
To sell a broken dream that would never come true
An engagement ring to pay for the rent that was due

There she lay sleeping in a battered rosewood bed
Heart strings breaking in a rusty sea of velvet red
So hauntingly beautiful, she took my breath away
Violin - an old reject who would change my life that day

So I bought Violin and lived out on the street
And played Rhapsody in Blue as coins fell at my feet
And soon we had a  little flat high above the Bay
And every day, I got better with every note I played

Today I am a maestro playing Carnegie Hall
My name in lights blinking on a Marquee Wall 
For it was I who saw myself in Violin
A tarnished soul and the beauty buried there within


Author:  Elaine George
Written:  2013

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2013


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KINGKONG



Our town had a monkey named Kong
who loved to croon and tweak a song.
   Though notes were a flop
    his ratings soared up,
and won as King of Sing- Along!


................
John Freeman’s  Famous Einstein Quotes
" “Only those who attempt the absurd can achieve the impossible.” 
- Albert Einstein

by nette onclaud
4/24/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015


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- Shadows Of Beauty Kiss -


A contrast between imagined beauty
When the moon kisses shadows of your feet 
But these fantasies remain forever beyond reach
Dancing under starlight as they wink 
The tints that glow from the stars of heaven
Crowning an angel in dreams 

Drunken with moonshine smiles
I'm happy to get drunk on the smell of fresh roses
Intoxicating beauty swooning embrace
Sitting under a large umbrella with strawberry wine
One sip falling into those ruby lips

Melody and harmony that creates a song
Sings in the highest note a beautiful hypnotic tune 
To create a quality of life that surpasses everyday living
You hold this heart and soul 
Freely in another space 
On our stunning journey
Within four chambers crowned 
Impact at a much greater and more profound level
Queen of the night sky 






Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  05.06.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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Across the Universe

   Across the universe

Has there ever been a band, 
That so many understand
Life changing music, made and played, 
By courtesy, of their hand

Imagination limitless, 
Creations lit the spark in us
Visions of a better time, unreal sublime, 
Took away, the dark in us

Those were the heady days, 
Absorbing us in many ways
Seducing ears, eyes filled with tears,
With how their songs amaze

Now I recall how sad we were, 
At the setting of the sun
But all good things, must come to end, 
When all is said and sung 

I would wrap up all those lines,
That tingle jingle at the nerves
And send them in a rocket ship, 
To burst, across the universe

Nothings gonna change their world
Nothings gonna change their words
Nothings gonna change their world
As they fly across the universe




 
For Beatlemania Contest
Poem Written 7 March 13




 


Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013


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Cricket's Song

Refrain of dreams, I gift to you. My hum lulls in rhythms deep; Night chant lifts to heavenly heights coupled with starry sky’s plume. My faithful promise kept from sight 'til fall of moon's sleepy eyes. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/15/15 for Nette's Night Creatures Contest, (Cricket #6)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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Moved to Tears by Josh Groban

.                             

                                                                I 
                                                    And the violins 
                                                 And the woodwinds 
                                                            Weep 
                                                 Softly into the night
                                            So moved by the sounds
                                                        Welling up 
                                                    From the depths
                                                        Of the soul 
                                                      That conveys
                                                  The over-whelming 
                                                     Emotional pain
                                                        Contained 
                                                     In every word
                                                Of the song he sings
                                                      ‘Home to Stay’ .

                                                      ~~~~~

                                            

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010


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Vibrations

sad notes from a lonely oboe coupled with uplifting melodies from a violin concert penetrates my mind connecting with my heart eyes closed, a musical mantra flows at last, one with the universal consciousness stress dispelled new hope reborn perceptions redefined
By Carolyn Devonshire For Dr. Ram’s Music and Meditation Contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011


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first apartment

Start our life in this new apartment.
Its small, as small as our love started...
all I need is your hands 
and just enough room to dance.

The music starts,
you pull me in.
We're two hearts 
this is where we begin.
This is our, 
our very first apartment.

Such a little world
that you and I both live in.
Just a boy and girl
as green as can be, we begin.
All I need is your hands 
and just enough room to dance.

The music starts,
you pull me in.
We're two hearts,
this is where we begin.
This is our,
our very first...

Such a small world.
What a small world.
We're so little, just you and I.
Promise we'll always be little.
Little love, little world.

All I need is your two strong hands,
and barely enough room at all to dance.

Copyright © joy bohland | Year Posted 2010