Best Stop The Music Poems
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Please do not stop the music
01.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I just want it to be quiet.
Stop the music, stop the noise,
Stop my brain from playing
With her everlasting toys.
But I must think this through.
If I stop the music, stop the noise,
Will I stop my brain from playing
With her necessary toys?
A kiss, a kiss was all I asked for, symbolizing my undying admiration of you as a whole, tainting your lips with ones that have whispered sweet nothings to your ears, ears that I made stand on their toes for the unexpected, becoming more apprehensive, but so much has happened in the past few days, if there's one thing love's taught me, it's that kisses tell a million tales. What if I kissed you right now?.. would it bring us any closer or would we just part like the red sea, would our worlds as is hereafter speak of nothing but the good and our love grow to be as unexplainable as she.. what if I kissed you.. affections expressed in a moment where pet names linger across lips unrelenting. Eyes meet and faces draw together while our minds orbit elliptical periods around one another, deem it a solar system, stop the music like i stole ya rhythm &say we lost ourselves in the heat of our own passion, passing days by enveloped inside ourselves slow dancing to the beat of our hearts. Holding you close like I'd die letting you go, thinking, what if I kissed you right now... Could we make clocks stop till judgment day and be lovers in and out of time like Angelou stated, would be morph to the brink of combustion just being overwhelmed by each others touch, or would we just be? Never afraid of lions tigers and bears, but I cant help but fear becoming so sick, so sick of love sons turned penetrating enomolies like your kisses which obtained keepsake as a copious mannerism in my everyday agenda.. &writing this while you're asleep gives me all the comfort of a fourth wall closure, kissing your forehead as you lay on my shoulder thinking if only i'd done that while you were awake. but she&I were unceasing, so the kisses we'd share were even more memorable than Victoria's best kept secrets...
place two chairs in a room
with three people moving around them
and at some point playing music
stop the music
and one person will be
left without a chair
looking for a way to get a chair
or will just disappear
you set the stage
you caused the outcome
one nothing
Politely, you take hold of my hand
Together, we tried to be on land
You are leading the command
as we sway for some fun...
I catch your diamond stare
I did not see any glare.
Rather, I feel something flare.
Persons around, yells,
"we could be a pair..."
We round-and-round unto the floor
Not wanting to stop the music
Requesting for more.
My heart seems to sing and soar
For I feel it right through my core...
© O. E. Guillermo
It hurts when i see.
I love when i feel it.
Knowing I’m living in one moment one time one second one life.
Knowing I’m loving every beat.
I dance to my own drum.
Tapping to the beat when I’m looking at you.
Hurting because I can never have you.
This is one thing wanting me to stop the music i play.
Knowing my beat is one of a kind.
Putting are beats together we make art. Being strong.
Knowing i can never see the painting
You almost have to be from New Orleans to understand
the mixture of the music that wails throughout the city,
It's zydeco, jazz, Cajun, classical, rhythm and blues
any combination from which you can pick and choose.
Fats Domino and Huey 'Piano' Smith live down the street
along with Harry Connick Jr, Ronnie Kole and Mac Rebenack.
Mac came to record one day missing a finger, laid down his guitar
took up piano and called himself Dr John.
You can't stop the music in New Orleans. You can't stop the musicians.
They are the soul of the city and the only time they hang up their ax
is when it's time to eat a hot plate of Red Beans and Rice, boiled crayfish,
hot boiled crabs, shucked oysters and thin fried catfish . Yum Yum
When Fats was playing in New York he called Mrs Leah Chase and said,
"Send me a hot shrimp po-boy and toast the bread crispy!"
That po-boy was on the next plane headed to the big apple.
Hence the song, "Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans"
Every bar of which there are many, too many perhaps, has music
and every establishment has excellent entertainment or they're fired.
A known New Orleans fact is "You cannot have music without food"
Hence, Soul Music and Soul Food, wipe your hands, let's dance!
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Contest: Soul Tunes
Sponsor: Kristen Bruni
It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
.
.
Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS
Please my friend, don't stop
Don't stop the music of your mind
Don't stop the dance of your soul
I will join you in love, together in unity
In creating words bigger for the screen
In peace our words will be louder than screams
Yes it is little old eccentric me
Sipping on my Margherita at 6:03
And it will always be eccentric me
But that doesn’t mean, my lamb,
That you have to take me as I am
You have permission to change me
And though it’s easier to change the past
I felt I had to tell you how I feel at last
I agree, what I do should be under review
When the music I play is angry and loud
I won’t laugh when you start to roar
I’ll stop the music. Don’t want a war!
I’ll offer you a drink and something to eat
Take off your shoes and massage your feet
But cause won’t be reason for the night
Just believe in me and my Margherita
The night will be ours to seek delight
I’ll make a delicious Margherita for you
Play only the music I know you like,
Look out glass doors for a perfect view
And like two youngsters who just met
We’ll cuddle up close like we use to do
The walls won’t crack, the floor won’t shake
My Margherita glass certainly won’t break
But it will be I’m sure, the perfect solution
High and in love and stopping a revolution.
What does it take to stop a beating heart?
To freeze the blood circling each organ?
To stop the music a steady rhythm makes?
What does it take to stop the changeless process of one’s lungs?
To cause their lips to spread and never let out another exhale?
To never allow oxygen to travel through their system again?
What does it take to take someone’s father?
To take someone’s husband?
To take someone’s son?
To not allow another glance to pass through from a loved one?
To not allow the arrival back home, after a simple “see you later”?
What does it take to watch someone relive their whole life
before their eyes observe daylight for the last time?
To fall to their end?
For every ligament and muscle to give out?
To be helpless and turn to dust?
What does it take to live after that?
To have a conscious mind?
To be conscious, period?
To begin again after ordering someone’s end?
Does it take away?
Wedding's off,
that's what she wants,
stop the church bells,
stop the organ,
stop the music,
be silent,
please,
good people walk to your home.
Her heart has been broken
in thousand peaces more,
and was left behind.
So, all she asks is:
silence please
you, good people,
walk home.
Don't ask why,
Don't raise your eyebrows,
and most of all;
you good people, don't cry.
'Cause she didn't cry,
be happy for her.
"It's better now,
then ten years down the road."
she said.
So, all she asks of you,
good people,
in silence go to your home.
Don't ask why
don't cry,
That's what she wants.
Stop the church bells,
stop the music,
in silence, all of you,
good people.
Please walk to your home,
and don't ask why,
most of all,
don't cry.
The play is still going on
just the weddings ceremony is off...
In silence all of you good people,
walk to your home,and
please, don't ask why.
Don’t freeze the stream of life,
let it flow to the sea of ecstasy.
Don’t stop the music of rhapsody,
once it begins with grace of God.
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May 8, 2023
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem
No 63 contest
as i sing a song of sadness
see the notes drop down like rain
such an overwhelming melody
that haunts me now and then
and i’ll never stop the music
that is running through my brain
keeping time with every heartbeat
living off eternal pain
when i’m crying out the lyrics
and the lyrics never change
see i’ve got it memorized because
i’m screaming out your name
when this requiem is over
emptiness is all that’s left
always knowing it will start again
until it stops with death
The Other Side of the Moon
Odin Roark
Pink
Oh Pink
Such a reality
Yes
I’ll breathe in the air
Won’t be afraid to care
So much to inhale
Black
Murky
Clear
Translucent
All
All
Rolling strings
Brushes caressing the heads
Anonymous voices
Vibratory echoes
Guitar vibes never ending
All there
Our transport
To the other side
Never stop the music
Infuse the clear air
Giving plain air guts
Love
Insight
Your vibes
My vibes
C’mon
Doesn’t get any better
Those voices in the distance
Wanting so much
Just to be heard
Forever
Lather the strap
Shave the excess
Render the recess bells glorious
We’re out on your playground
Gilmour and Waters
Even on your own
Genius knows immortality
Still so sublime
Strings ever present
Never the echo will fade
Never the voices of old
Young in the past
It’s all the same
Just passion in words
And sound
Ageless
Listen…
Only in the minds of the unconscious
Will their sound fade…
Love’s language forever an enigma