Best Musiclove Poems
Dancing
Dance, dance,
your heart is dancing,
your hair is dancing,
your eyes are dancing,
and I,
I hold you in my arms,
my dancer,
with you scent of honey and lemon.
The music is ours,
dance, dance,
the rhythm is carrying us
with its arms
of love and tango.
Cheers to Carlos Gardel
and his sonorous songs.
With the bandeon of passion and dreams.
Signals of joy,
signals of vivid music
in the nights of tango.
Teach us to fly,
like birds without destination,
flying at unrestrained beat,
in the whirl of the night.
We love the music,
stars of the heart,
tango of dreams,
nightly desire,
and between lovers,
wellknown songs.
Nights of tango,
nights of hearts,
give our love the wings,
soft wings of joy.
The tango is ours,
dance my heart, dance.
Let the nights shudder,
dancing,
singing
and let us enjoy the madness of tango.
Baila, baila,
querida, tu corazón baila,
tu pelo baila,
tus ojos bailan,
y yo, cerca de ti,
yo te tengo en mis brazos,
querida,
con tu olor de naranjas y miel.
La música es nuestra,
baila, baila,
el rítmo nos lleva
con sus brazos de amor y del tango.
¡Qué viva Carlos Gardel,
con su canto sonoro,
con los bandonios de locura y sueños!
Señales de alegría,
señales de musica vivante.
La noches del tango nos hacen volar,
como pájaros sin destino,
volando con un rítmo salvaje,
corazón del diaboblo nocturno,
nuestros cuerpos aman la música,
estrellas del corázon,
tango de deseos,
anhelos nocturnos,
un rítmo conocido
entre amantes.
Noche de tango,
noche de corazónes,
deja volar nuestro amor
con alas suaves de alegría.
El tango es nuestro,
baila, corazón, baila.
Deja las noches vibrar,
bailando,
cantando
con la locura del tango.
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Dance, dance,
my love,
your heart is dancing,
your hair is dancing,
your eyes are dancing,
and I,
so close,
holding you in my arms,
my love,
with your odor of oranges and honey.
The music is ours,
dance, dance,
Rhythm leads us
with its arms of love and the tango.
Long live Carlos Gardel,
with his sonorous songs,
with the bandeon od madness and dreams!
Signals of joy,
signal of living music.
The nights of the tango make us fly,
like birds without a destiny,
flying with turbulent beat,
heart of the night's devil,
our bodies love the music,
stars of the heart,
tango of desire,
nightly wishes,
well known rhythm
between lovers..
Nights of the tango,
nights of hearts,
let our love fly
with the soft wings of joy.
The tango is ours,
dance, my heart, dance.
Let the night tremble,
with the madness of the tango.
Do, I dare, read more to.day.
Re, I love just what they saaaay!
Mi, oh my, what can it be,
Fa, so far up in their miiinds...
SOL, of light, it is quite right,
La, I sang and read deliiight.
Ti, I sip from words so hip,
Do, I do, enjoy the siiiight!
Thank you to those in support of my little contest.
I don't know how I will ever decide on the 'winner' as they are all great so far!
I'm having the most wonderful time reading your entries.
So much fun and creative.... yet I am stumped by Peruvian football ;) lol.
Thank you again for entering your wonderful words.
With my love and appreciation!
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SOLfege:
In music, solfège (pronounced /'so?lf??/, also called solfeggio, sol-fa, or solfa) is a
pedagogical solmization technique for the teaching of sight-singing in which each note of
the score is sung to a special syllable, called a solfège syllable (or "sol-fa syllable").
The seven syllables normally used for this practice in English-speaking countries are: do,
re, mi, fa, sol, la, and ti (with a chromatic scale of ascending di, ri, fi, si, ta and
descending te, le, se, me, ra).
Traditionally, solfège is taught in a series of exercises of gradually increasing
difficulty, each of which is also known as a "solfège". By extension, the word "solfège"
may be used of an instrumental étude. Solfege is taught at many conservatories of music.
For example, in the 1960s The Juilliard School hired the late, well-known solfege expert
Renee Longy to teach solfege to many instrumentalists and singers.Wiki
Proms linger in promised rings.
I gave you love in a band and
On your hand my love sings.On
Forever a song in my heart for you.
In a dress to the floor, red ribbons too.
I remember you.....
I remember you too.....
Walking through the door I saw.
Handsome in your pants and a bow tied two
little knots in your chest just under the vest
ribbon of rose buds nestled in trio.
Is this real?
I remember the car it was black,
driving fast destination on track,
shattered window after we got back.
Time worP pulling fast at my eyes,
Black JackET I can still see you cry.ing
Promise made at the prime of our lives.
Given faith to the day you're my wife.
Waiting here I have been for my life.Time.
Writing square with my pen for your ear,
Circles into bubbles so you hear, how I care.
My Love singing in the air. Everywhere.
I'm Write Here~
~True~
~I Am To Hear~
~Love.Is.You~
PeAce.
tri·o (tr)
n. pl. tri·os
1. Music
a. A composition for three voices or three instruments.
b. A group of three singers or three instrumentalists.
c. The middle, contrasting section of a minuet, scherzo, march, or various other forms.
2. A group of three.
Wiki
Noun 1. deuce-acedeuce-ace - the cardinal number that is the sum of one and one and one
tercet, ternary, ternion, terzetto, three, threesome, trey, triad, trine, trinity, trio,
triplet, 3, III, leash, troika, tierce
digit, figure - one of the elements that collectively form a system of numeration; "0 and
1 are digits"
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/trinity
n. pl. trin·i·ties
1. A group consisting of three closely related members. Also called triunity.
2. Trinity Theology In most Christian faiths, the union of three divine persons, the
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, in one God. Also called Trine.
3. Trinity Trinity Sunday.
..IT'S BEEN SAID LOVE IS BLIND..
HER LOOKING GLASS SEES JUST FINE..
IN THE MIRROR OF REFLECTION..
MAGNIFIED IMPERFECTION..
NO OPTICAL ILLUSION..
BRINGS HER TO THE CONCLUSION..
THAT YOU ARE PERFECTLY FLAWED..
YOU SEE, SHE CAN SEE THE ISSUE..
DEEP DOWN IN THE TISSUE, FROM WHICH EMERGES THE DEFLECTION OF LOVE..
THAT POSSIBLE YOU NEED IT..
BUT YOUR MIND IT CAN'T CONCIEVE IT..
BUT IT'S ON MINE..
THERE'S A WAY SHE CAN GET IN..
BUT NEITHER OF YOU WILL PRETEND..
YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THE VALUE OF HER, FRIEND..
NOT A SECOND TO REST ON HER HEART..
ONLY A MOMENT FOR EMBRACING OR MELODIC STEPS WHILE FACING..
THOSE THAT CAUSE THE PACING PLAY THE BIGGEST PART..
I WON'T BLAME YOU IT SEEMS..
THAT THING YOU FEAR IN YOUR POCKET THAT'S GREEN..
IS THE ROOT OF MANY THINGS..
ONE BY WHICH YOU ARE DRIVEN..
KNOW THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL BE LIVING..
FOR THE LOVE OF HER..
There’s a hole in his head -
acid flowing from it -
mouth hangs wide open -
eyes glazed milk -
I forget it’s dead -
I have to remember it can’t breath again.
Why won’t this work? -
Soaring the edge -
I just want you to stay forever love slave -
Stay love slave.
No pillow for his head -
Lips purple blue dry -
skin so cold -
I forget it’s dead -
I have to dismember -
it can’t breath again.
Why won’t this work? -
Soaring the edge -
I just want you to stay forever love slave…
Stay love slave.
Why won’t this work? -
Soaring the edge - Soaring the edge - Soaring the edge - Soaring the edge.
**The lyrics are a kind of documentary from the first person perspective of the serial
killer, and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer …a guy who tried to make love zombie companions out of
young men, by drilling holes in their heads and pouring various household chemicals in. He
kept finding himself disillusioned when they’d die instead of loving
him. It’s not meant to glorify, but to ponder just how far over the
edge it's possible to go… and he makes a rather decent example of
this.**
Six string instrument
It makes mystical melodies as you strum
I love to hear as you pick and strum
Six string instrument
Listen to me pick and strum
It makes that melody that I love to hear
Six string instrument
The dampness exemplifies the credence unspoken and unnamed
whilst dripping and sweating unmasked the pain
And all the while her body lay there weeping
his watchful eye and her pussy cat lay there sleeping
Deep, deep in the depths of his mind
throttled the shaft and rode her unkind
Not in an attempt for love but for feeling
he touched her but not comforting nor sincerely
As aroused as she was her time was really near
to lay there so poised yet in motionless fear
Perhaps twisting inside in a round-about way
a jab or a kiss from his puppetry play
Taking each life's urgent will brought
endless counting of battle from thought
A time when his better spent effrontery
would have yielded him to her more gallantly
Betwixt the calling of the sorrows fixed
the moment elapsed and the caution then nixed
To heed the call taken upon lustful desire
but a treat she begrudged yet so eager to conspire
Not a dead end but a rolling hill forward
something to ponder, like that which she adored
Leaving with a taste of a good love's high
dreaming of the day when reality passes you by
Time well spent
a love not meant
Time well lived
a story about a kid
Hanks of horse tail
Fractured hair
Slipping pegs and
Rosin dust
Memories of these tunes
I used to play as a kid
Hadn't heard them in many years
One page each or
Half-a-page
In this book with a blue cover -
'Thirty Violin Pieces You Love To Play' -
Like hell!
Like hell at the time anyway
Maybe three or four I liked
I liked tunes with flavor -
Hot goulash...Hungarian zest
Spanish dances
Arabian stuff fast with scimitars camels -
There were two serenades
One by Drdla
One by Drigo
Mischa Elman played
On a 10 inch Victor label
I would play the brittle shellac over and over
Thread-bare
They were in the book -
'Thirty Violin Pieces You Love To Play'
Maybe four dog-eared pages
The rest?
POOF!
Then
A friend sent me this CD -
'Thirty Violin Pieces You May Have Forgot'
Played by ___________
Never mind
Let's just say the guy is TREMENDOUS!
Not since Elman!
No tone like this since Elman!
Not since those threadbare serenades
He plays all the tunes were in my book
I shivered
Goose flesh
I wept
I danced around the room
I love everyone
I played the disc over and over
Contained within -
All the tunes I'd skipped over
All the tunes I was too young to grasp
AND the two serenades Ah
Plus
Albeniz's Tango
Song of India
Salute D'Amore of Elgar
Scheherezade
NAILA!
Many more
Oh how young I feel!
Oh the sound!
Oh the images!
Oh the love!
So?
It isn't so bad
This getting old
This deafening atrophy, sameness quest
though summiting by sound, I so ingest
my frailness, owning not His field of blest!
This dropping back, or down, would this suggest
I tender the renown, and not regress
that in my heart, a frown is even test!
How do I speak to thee, in guilt's suggest
for it be all around, moral's incest ~
and to lose Holy ground, would seem as lest!
I love thee so ~ ne'er knowing, only guess
that thee are still unbound, and my love guest,
nor own the fate's impound . . . . . . . eternal rest!
The first time ever I saw your face,
I didn’t think twice,
I wanted to love you more
But in all the confusion,
I had to be on the next plane out
In just a few hours
I realized that there is
No living without, loving you
I was falling into you,
And with that knowledge
Came the fact that
love doesn’t ask why,
so here I am with just one thing
in mind that I love you
and I want to make you happy
and if walls could talk
they would say, that this is
my top 10 songs of Celine Dion…
They all say,
You are a playboy,
That you can never love me,
But I think otherwise,
Because I love you,
Because I believe in you,
Because I want to stay,
Because I can never walk away,
I can never leave you behind,
Because you are my world,
You are my life,
You are the only star in my life,
No matter what they say,
No matter the day,
I will stick by you,
I will forever be loving you,
Even if am condemned,
Even when humiliated,
I don’t care as long as I am with you,
I will stick by you,
I will be on your side,
Till the end,
Music is everything. My life, my world. It all starts with one thing... A microphone, so we can be heard. Just
follow the sound. My love for Music is more than a thing. When I hear it... It gives me an urge to dance. It
makes me move, Like a swift angel. I love the beat. I want it to keep going but then...
Oh cheaters near and far,
stop being what you are!
Our love should not be tested
because it’s well invested.
You expect us to believe,
but your actions do deceive.
Your mistakes are justified
hoping we’ll be pacified
Now mix it with some science,
resisting our defiance.
We measure with precision
while pending our decision.
Our love you like to squander
departing we do ponder.
Oh cheaters near and far,
stop being what you are...
I love to play my guitar with the gift that God has given
And sing those gospel songs I've wrote
To Him with lots of rhythm
I love to sing about God's Son
And all he's done for me, shout it from the rooftops
Jesus set me free
I love to sing with lots of joy and with passion too
Sing about the love He has, the love for me and you
Before I was a christian I couldn't play a thing
But since He came into my life I just want to sing.