Best Instrumental Poems
I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse
It's late into the evening as I listen to the cold grey flow
So soothing in this tranquil setting, inside I'm all aglow
I take this time to pause and close my eyes and listen
For in my mind I picture the full moons rivered glisten
This winter coat instrumental resonates with echoing sounds
Pipistrelle bats and Starlings flock, the latter in roosting surround
Whilst in the distance canines bark in a language we can't even comprehend
The picking up of natures delights, in unlimited voiced transcend
As I sit through these melodic notes I begin to realise
That I am here to hear these sounds and every ones a prize
I'm still sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
If you ever desire to sit beside me, please do, you'll be my guest
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(Instrumental)
Music is the liberation of the mind
Many nights I get lost in its depths
Eyes closed, in each moment of solitude,
Forgetting about life and its loud parties
Feeling the spiritual mending in my heart
There are well written lyrics
in most of the songs that I love,
But if my poems were put to music
There wouldn't be any words…
And it would be the same feeling,
and feelings are where all meaningful art is born
That’s what music or any art should do for someone
It should make them feel something
Feeling the art is better than hearing it
Do you get where I’m coming from?
Or are you just reading these poems?
August 14th, 2013
Surrender to rhythmic initiations,
Moan and groan with accusations,
In foreplay rushes see passion release;
Intoned rumble in her fermented pleas.
Fulcrum strokes in the crazy display,
Freaked-out embedded techniques?
Rapture tunes these percussion beats,
Anticipation bolts in delight of thrill meets.
Love squeals in her ecstasy shrieks,
Quivers torment the resonating geeks,
Smitten desire bitten and tweaked,
Brimming lust probes petals sweet.
"G" flows on high in the heated pitch,
Pulse and quakes in the drum stick glitch,
Bewitching thump and the hard kicks
Drum-rolls tenderness to my tricks:
Strumming the guitar,
His soul speaks through every riff:
Dialogue of strings.
The roots "false media"
Starving and hungry until I make it
Most others will rob you naked
Risk the take of the news making them famous
And buddying up with the plaintiff
Defending your right for liberty can't shake it
Jobs out here are everywhere but placements
vacant
Surviving hatred
From the next nigga who'd rather not see you
adjacent
From the graves we placed in
Watching you struggle
Instead of helping you make it
Try to be humble but that bubble burst before
you even clear the dust from the rubble
But wait
Because they swear they love you
Feeding you lines
That patronize while the whole time they on the
sidelines
Looking forward to your decline
In front of your eyes lies disguise the nature of
their climb
Onto your back while you squirm wiggle and slide
Go thru mine fields for your pride
Trying not to take ambien for your sleepless
nights
Marching thru diversity like a soldier
Many arms open looking for the one who will hold
ya
Optimism on the walls of places as pictures and
posters
But the barrel from they lips is holstered
When you follow the rollercoaster
That's been holding you down and other peoples
success provoking
Make the right turn you've chosen
Hoping
That your life isn't already written
Put in position other people think your kidding
Probably the only thing your wishing
That everything your living is a script and
Your the main character in this position
Until you've found the transition thatll pivot you
into Gods grace and forgiveness
Instrumental
Can't help but dance
Tantric romance
Beautiful and magical
But havin no lyrics is tragical
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“Hey, Guitar, you’re such a prima donna,
Always out the front of the stage,
Thinking you’re the biggest in the band,
With some drugged, delusional rage.”
“What’s that Drums? I can’t hear what you say,
Walk up here and tell me your woe.
Just walk over here, like other instruments do,
Anytime, during the show.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’m too important to move,
I’m better than a little fretted thing,
I am the beat, the tempo, leading the entire band,
And I own what the singer can sing.”
“You two, cut it out, neither of you are the real big thing,
You aren’t what the crowd wants to see,
We all know they come to hear my blues,
Hear me, the harmonica, play blues in key”.
With my eyes wide open and my words spoken out loud, I seek Your feel here,
on this night, atop this hill lush with soft green fields as lit by the stars Your galaxy
yields. On earth’s floor, upon smooth grass, I lay me down, Father, and pray You play
Your gospel bright purity, Your angelic chords of Father-love-security, and yes, please,
Your instrumentals that softly comfort while peacefully rocking me. It is the lack of
human-spun activities and nuisance noises that allow me the poise to absorb You here.
Your awesome choir’s euphony-brim brushes musical tingles that mingle with my soul
and fresh renew it. From your heavens, luminous sound waves flow that surround to
inform and confirm the numinous ways You love me. My Dear Father, hearing my pleas,
will You give my music needs over to Your night that they might waltz arm in arm with
Your lullaby to then dance on high as twilight rapture music heals and soothes my cry
with divinities repertoire?
heaven composed tunes
play angelic instruments ~
natural talent
Your twirly wind chimes deep within me as its hymn flirts upon my titillated skin.
Your symphony of vague promise comes as wave notes again and again. As a
concerto I cannot harness, shadows volley tempo with Your moon, clouds float an
accompanying tune and instruments in Your orchestra build a crescendo of exciting
energy wherein my burdens float upon wonderous angels who hold them inside
their primal notes. Could I, Father, but lay here amidst Your comforting music, safe
from bruise and pain, I would gladly surrender all I am to be a hold note in the gold
sky of Your spirit-scored refrain.
galaxy music plays
pure soul comforting music ~
heaven rocks a jam
The song sounds so wrong but here are its instrumental
Hell just comes from a snap and clap
As daddy is about to turn mummy into his number 1 smash and a banger track
In the heat you can hear the kids heartbeats
crumbling, shaking, words breaking in fear
What are you doing to mummy please stop
Please stop tears drop is on the intro
His bass on the outro loud like a drum
As his temper determine the tempo
Down she goes as the hit and beat goes on
Kicks lined like an orchestra
cries are at the top of the charts
looped in is her pain
Guitar on the forth string
Fingers strum till all numb
Rearranged into a stranger
Anger mixed with danger
To the youngest the mind is on record
Fast forward the same song he plays
Treble call trouble on her face
He is drawn to this tone
His own child is dancing to his tune
Lets rewind back to the oldies
To the greatest hitmaker much known as baby
maker
Punch made him feel like he’s got the funk
Loud sounds boots the ego
Superman can’t see he’s a hero
But with sample of a villain
Bloody is the rock and roll
Vulgar language on the hip hop head
That increasing in pitch
flip-side on the b side
These instrumental becomes mental
Bruise about pop
This is a deep house
The melody is never smooth
First born took it to court booth
Sirens rang like bells in his head
Silence in violence
A bang! Things fall apart
Murder now is the case
Relieved believe
freedom he just got its taste
For the rest of the family this is a dedication
Here is his own rendition of Pac’s dear mama
Violence turns to be a vicious circle, its like we unaware that we are creatures of habits. As human beings we should understand that childhood programming becomes our habits of perception and behavior. Choose wisely what you say to your child or do in there presence and for the child is much aware of what is happening but can internalize and believe its the right way
INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
eAnd the band knew I love you more than anyone
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INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION
The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin
The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete
I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show
You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar
Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed
Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
And the entire band knew I love you more than anyone
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Let's see what we can do with this
the struggles all supposed to be in bliss,
we know that none of this we'll miss
once we're leaving for the promised land.
But then again it's close at hand
that you might play another band
tomorrow.
But oh - who cares 'bout what's to come
when what we need is not yet gone
and what we want is short a song?
Come on, let's light another fire
and take our dreams a little higher.
You look at me with stary eyes,
I feel quite taken by surprise
as you speak these words I summarize:
"I think we'll take
A thoughtful
Instrumental brake."
Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass.
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and lime.
Echoes of summer in three-quarter time.
Adagio
There are brazen implications
In these muted, pulsing horns.
The strings are thick and creamy.
The bass line’s strewn with thorns.
Scherzo
Nail-tap percussion, tremolo drill.
Twelve o’clock whistle sounds cranky and shrill.
Shipping yard sunlight, loading dock shade.
Forklift holds pallet in mid-serenade.
Mustard-stained napkin, Styrofoam cup.
Strains of a power saw being tuned up,
Baritone belt sander wailing away.
White glove allegro turned grease monkey gray.
Rondo
Without darkness, there could be no light.
The sun would rise unnoticed.
Without silence, there could be no song
From either bird or locust.
Without winter, there could be no spring.
No flowers for your lover.
Without music, there could be no art.
They flatter one another.
A young lad growing up in Sunday school,
Learning of Moses, David, and the golden rule.
God had place within him a talent:
The ability to make music on an instrument'
The teenager feeling somewhat insecure,
Not even certain whether God loved him anymore.
Still, he attended his church almost every week,
Hoping to find answers that he did seek.
Occasionally he played in the worship band,
And there he began to sense God's marvelous Hand.
His talent and confidence grew and grew,
People could see the Lord shining through'
God moved him out of his comfort zone,
And took him to a land far from his home.
While he was there, he began to understand,
God is God, the same in every land.
Christians world-wide gather to worship and praise,
And music is only one of their ways,
To express their love for Jesus in the manner He meant,
He became even more skillful on his instrument.
In a short time, God opened even more doors,
For him to use his talent on other foreign shores.
When he finally lays down his guitar, horn, and drum,
He'll hear his Lord say, "A job very well done'"
As long as he remains humble along life's way,
God will use him mightily as he continues to play.
The Lord gives us talents to be used for His glory,
That hearts may be touched by the great Gospel story'
Discover your talent, then don't be ashamed,
To develop and use it to worship His name.
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
January 15, 2006
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WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
WHEN YOU AINT GOT TO LOSE
AND YOUR PLANS DONT FOLLOW THRU
EVERYONE GOT THEY BACK ON YOU
AND NOW ITS YOU AGAINST WHO
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
THE ONES THOUGHT HAD YOUR BACK
BE THE FIIRST THO THROW SHADE
NOW ADAYS ITS HARD TO FIND
THE REAL FROM THE FAKES
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
WHATEVER YOU DO YOU DONT
BREAK AND FALL WEAK
YOU GOT ON YOUR MIND
BUT IN TIME YOU WILL FIND
JUST PUT IN A RHYME
AND LET THE MUSIC SPEAK
LET THE MUSIC SPEAK
TURN YOU PAIN INTO A BEAT
AND YOUR SCARS INTO YOUR BARS
IS WHAT YOU DO IS WHAT YOU DO
GOT ON YOUR MIND BUT IN TIME YOU FIND
JUST PUT IT IN A RHYME AND LET THE MUSIC SPEAK
LET THE MUSIC SPEAK TURN YOUR PAIN INTO A BEAT AND YOUR SCARS INTO YOUR BARS
IS WHAT YOU DO IS WHAT YOU DO
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO