Best Sung Poems
sung buddhist prayers
released afloat spring rivers
a skyward mist
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 5, 2018 for contest HAIKU, THEME: WATER sponsored by MICK TALBOT
(ABC - Rhymed)
As I now dream your bright beauty does shine,
before me an Angel of love divine.
Calm in my heart as your song it is sung,
deep within my heart love's bell it is rung.
Enveloping our love the moon shines bright,
forever you are beauty to my sight.
Give your precious love as our song does sing,
heartbeats alive with the passion we bring.
In my dreams our love does echo in the night,
Justifying the joy of love's bright light,
killing the deep sorrow my heart did feel,
lifting the dark cloud I tried to conceal.
Move my heart to the joy that love can give,
now in my soft heart your love ever live.
Opening my soul I now let you swim,
peace and joy now fill my heart to the brim.
Queen of my dream I now drown In Your eyes,
remember our song sung in Paradise.
Songs of a love sung in beauty supreme,
the beauty of you in every dream.
Under the moonlight our love it shall grow,
Venus of my heart you shall ever glow.
Wonder of the stars divine your beauty,
Ex-ploring desires shall be our duty.
You are the song my heart shall ever sing,
ZZZ's they shall sing within love's dreamy ring.
O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils
The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty
Thee measures of barley spoil not the oil or wine
heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager
A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush
O little bird, swish the bush, faith is not a human wish
I will laugh at your calamities O harlot
I will turn a deaf ear to thy wails of anguish
As a queen thou has ruled unjustly
Ground the face of the poor of earnest contrite
Thy kings shall cast ashes upon their heads
And call for the mountains, “Come fall on us!”
I will loose the yoke of bondage, Love, sayeth Almighty
For it is just in my sight, I have waited for precious fruit
You have remained aloof of un-cloven hoof, relieved not poverty
Of the absolute you have not partaken, or cheweth the cud
Nor forsaken thine own way, Love commands pay...
...of the illusionary substance death of your own logical way
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread,
a group whose lyrics filled my head,
for each day from my radio
I’d hear their music sweetly flow.
At night, relaxing on my bed,
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread.
I’d sing along while listening to
songs like “If” and “Make It With You.”
To “Baby I’m a Want You” I
would think of one I loved and sigh.
When by romance my heart was led,
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread.
Who wrote those lovely lyrics sung?
I didn’t care, for I was young
with many years before me spread.
I liked the soft songs sung by Bread!
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's Contest:
What Songwriter or writers Inspire you????
*David Gates is the songwriter and the originator
of the group called Bread, most famous for its soft
romantic songs of the early 70's. To know more about
him, please click on "About Poem."
Your e-mail engraves a smile while opening its contents.
I wanted to reply, to share a thought,
but my daughter reminds me during that curiosity,
an obligation to buy new shoes.
Being careful not to lose this thought in the pocket where I found my keys,
I placed it with a melody, a familiar whistle on tongue tip.
She with I weave like a zipper into traffic talk about school, friends, photographs
we found ourselves still framed on 6th and G.
Placing her hand in mine with careful grip,
she stops in time to save a purple flower called moment-
forged loneliness- alone in the parched concrete seam.
Placed it in my shirt. Seemingly protected by a giggle she looks for shoes;
She is only thirteen, tomorrow she will be sixteen
maybe laying in her bed with a realized
pain of the first kiss placed with ruse. Not today.
Today, we drove home foolishly to the radio,
as your thought is misplaced from absentminded lips.
We pull into the driveway. She kisses my cheek
within a single brush stoke of innocence;
suddenly redandblue skyandsun understand the simplicity
of the single purple flower (that replaced your reply,
Sung in the key of our love
Dancing an evening of splendor
You in my arms for a while
Lips that now beg me surrender
Blushing a euphoric smile
Melodies waft in emotions
Spinning as harmonies flow
Endless the moonlit devotions
Bound now as one in its glow
Silhouette patterns are swaying
Soft on this leaf covered floor
Lost in the twilight displaying
Choreographed evermore
Follow my heart, it is singing
Lyrics sent down from above
Now of the happiness bringing
Sung in the key of our love
Good night Soupers
"Sung In"
We are notes
on the tongue
of God
Each of us words
in a never ending
sentence
Music is math
God breathes us in
out of Time
We are but droplets
past and present
participles
wet behind the ears
unable to hear
the full melody
of
"what is this song?"
We move
punched out
perfect and yet wrong
holy and unholy
chords pulled tight
and we are automata running
under the pedals
of bare feet bleeding
playing a symphony
We do not fully understand
and we are slowly
beings being
low tides
caught in the ripped veil
sung in
blind
unseeing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Radiohead - "Everything In Its Right Place" (slow version)
Artist: XavieRinato
https://youtu.be/B5mrbr5qTDQ
Tears that
Sings upon contact
Of long-ago songs
Of grief and joy.
We forgot the words
And the music
And even their existence
But the tears remembered.
Encased in each droplet before
Connecting on a surface
And exploding in a thousand
More drops and
The music flies free.
Rain.
You say that you want me but I don't believe
as I sit in your silence uncovering me
over thinking that you would even seldom think
my tumultuous waters were worth a small drink
I'm busted and broken and all sorts of wrong
living a sentence of the same fateful song
I've stolen and shaken and I'm truly mistaken
fearful of losing of what's been foresaken
Not worthy of much except this hand that's been dealt
where feelings were erected but are no longer felt
It's strange but not strange, as life leaves me behind
with two swollen eyes and a congenial mind
Always adapting, acceptingly backing
to a man, not attacking
this song has been sung
and sung and sung
________________
THE ERLKING
[NARRATOR]
Who's riding so late through night so wild?
It is the father who holds his child.
He keeps the boy held close with his arm:
He clasps him tightly, he keeps him warm.
[FATHER]
My son, why hide you your face in such fear?
[SON]
Oh, father, see! The Erlking is near!
The Erlking crowned with his train in fist...
[FATHER]
My son, 'tis but a streak of mist.
[THE ERLKING]
Thou darling child, come go with me!
Such lovely games shall I play with thee!
So many flowers bloom on the downs,
And my mother hath such beautiful gowns.
[SON]
My father, my father, but do you not hear
What Erlking whispers so soft in my ear?
[FATHER]
Be still now, oh, be hush now, my child:
In withered leaves moan tempests so wild.
[THE ERLKING]
Now, splendid boy, wilt thou go with me?
All my daughters are eager to romp with thee!
All my daughters will lead thee with mincing tread,
And rock thee and dance thee and sing thee to bed--
They'll rock thee and dance thee and sing thee to bed!
[SON]
My father, my father! Oh, can you not see
The Erlking's daughters all beckon me?
[FATHER]
My son, my son, I see like the day:
'Tis naught but the ancient willows so gray.
[THE ERLKING]
I covet thee! I want thee, and feel no remorse--
And be thou not willing, I'll take thee by force!
[SON]
My father, my father! He's seizing my arm!
Erlking has done me an awful harm!
[NARRATOR]
The father trembles; all speed does employ.
He holds his arms round the shuddering boy.
He reaches home with fear and dread:
For in his arms now the child --- was dead.
______
Please, turn the music down
And keep your voices low;
There’s a new song I’m hearing now
In a voice that’s soft and clear:
It’s the One who’s always been with me . . .
He’s walking closer now.
I’ve lost all things I’ve ever owned:
I cannot bring Him gifts
Or sing His praises now.
I have no strength to do great deeds:
I stand before Him . . . empty.
What does a Savior, such as mine,
Need of earthly things?
The whole wide universe is His.
Or what great deeds
Or songs from me
Compare to those the angels sing?
So, like a child,
I lift my emptiness
And bring Him only praise.
I lift my soul, and wait
For Him to cradle me
In His eternal, loving arms.
Shhhh . . . hush your voices;
Keep the music down.
The One who’s always been with me
Is walking closer now.
(For Jan, with the beautiful singing voice, who died of ALS at an early age.)
A duet sung alone
I know now how confusing 'twas to find
That I loved my love walking one-way street,
Knowing, she seldom with my love was lit,
Her heart was but with love of friendship lined,
Whilst silent was my love, clueless it came,
Hers, distant, chilled, warm too of a close friend,
An unknown seed still sprouted sans a name,
Love built the nest still, hard to comprehend;
A nest it was by both if strange birds made,
Built by love's sweat, reinforced to last long,
With a plinth-stone precious enough as jade;
And I sang all alone a duet song,
She sensed the same frisson I too had felt,
In hope that long frozen love soon might melt.
Sonnets | 02.10.14 |
Taken from my book, Harvest of the Late Season, published by Penguin (Partridge).
A Brian Strand 1 to 14 Lines Poetry Contest
First Place
C, C, D, D and a F for you!
Everyone is failing. There's still one A, it's true!
Barry Bright. Barry Bright.
A shining light! He's Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the answer before the teachers ever do!"
He slips into the first desk,
slide rule in his hand.
Before the teacher asks us,
he's sticking up his hand!
Barry Bright, Barry Bright!
He's up all night! That Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the question before the teachers even do!"
He's writing out equations in the stall.
Quoting all the Shakespeare in the hall.
Answering in Latin when he's called.
Yes, me. YEAH, YOU! That's true.
He's got straight A's and now Harvard in his sights
We all go out while he studies every night.
Barry Bright. Barry Bright.
A shining light! That Barry Bright.
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I read the chapters before the teachers ever do!"
Mournful wailing sax solo while an abduction plot is hatched.
Now graduation, and he's got 5 degrees.
" Why is there no one who is as smart as me?!"
Barry Bright. He's out of sight.
Barry Bright. He's out of sight.
Wrapped in a package, mailed it to cheers.
" Why did they have mail me out to a sultan in Tangiers?"
Suddenly joy filled sax solo as the sock hop starts hopping...
A song will be sung as war descends
Calling on Gods invisible hand
Enemies horde crushed underfoot
With no knowledge of why they came.
Ships harboured in the bay
Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay
While out in the fields they gathered hay
Never sensing where or what in the future lay.
Horns and shouts destroyed the silence
Swords and spears opened up the hearts
Souls departed and flew away
Never knowing why they died that way.
Golden harvest turned to red
Lika setting sun at end of day
Left to rot alone and discarded
Never made into bread for the departed.
A song was sung as serpents awoke
Slipping away under burning smoke
Back to the depths of what hell they came
Never to return that way again.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 2015-05-15
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Tortillas, frijoles y papas.
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Chile verde, Yo quiero,
Dame filete de pescado.
Huevos rancheros,
Carnitas, huevos rancheros.
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