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Beyond the shadow of my heart
Drumbeat continues without pause
Giving my world sense of peace
World engraved with floral design
Of beauty visible in the dark
Leaving me stuck with compassion
With sparks of mystical powers
That ends the dryness in me
To flourish like the rain-
-Divine treasure planting hope-
-When drought is maintaining bragging rights;
Beyond the shadow of my heart
Clouds assemble harmoniously
As I sing to the listening blue sky
Always showing warm devotion
Shoving delightful visions on my path
And fostering lively thoughts in me
To sense purity of my own dreams
And look beyond planets I know
May be there is one named after me;
Beyond the shadow of my heart
Gladness and harmony are in my pleasant streams
Making my pathways 'spick and span'
Spring is here - scents the air
You've come from somewhere
Moving in next to my home
Your aura blooms bright n' warm
I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend
I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend
Nice to meet a looker
Show you all the best spots here
I'll see my world through your eyes
Be free without need for a guise
It feels like I've met my lifetime match
It feels like I've met my lifetime match
We sit under a tree
Your words sing harmoniously
Time flies too quickly
Walking, talking, feeling tipsy
Even from here seems I feel your touch
Even from here seems I feel your touch
Joking, laughing hours spent
Licking ice cream - just content
Folks stare - it doesn't mater
Instant us just add water
You must believe in love at first sight
You must believe in love at first sight
Your image is ingrained in my mind
A daydreaming guy am I
Lost in you and me entwined
I wonder can you read my thoughts
As we lie under the sky
Our hands touch and my face lights up
Then you smile sweeter than syrup
We pick weeds you call them flowers
I am the questions you are the answers
I now know we are meant to be together
It feels like I've met my lifelong match
I am sure I have met my lifelong match
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A Re-Write Of "We're Going To Be Friends"Lyrics
By The White Stripes (Jack White)
The Original Song is about a boy and girl still in school.
Jack White's rhyming scheme seems strange on paper
works beautifully when it is sung to its own tune.
This version has been rewritten and adjusted
so it could apply to any new relationship
Maurice Yvonne
Nov~27~2014
Happy Birthday To Me
(I Think I Look Great For Ninety Years Old
The Photo Of Me Is Very Recent)
Luke 19: 38-40
Swift creek's rock sing out with praise
Thanking God for all the beauty He has made
Gray rocks weathered by water over time embraced
Secrets whispered with each flow or trickle so graced
Sounds from all of nature, such a gentle lullaby
Spring's awakening against the sometimes gray sky
Such a tranquil scene where beauty abounds
Oh! The symphony of nature's elements harmoniously found
What do the gray wet rocks say
When humankind forgets to pray and praise
Do they guggle, sing "Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow"
Or "Lord Jesus, Come Quickly" to save man from each blow
Do the rocks listen for the doves in spring
At night when all is peaceful and quiet
Enjoy the Whip-poor-will melodious tunes
In war zones, what happens to the birds and flowers
God help us as we this earth each day devour
Destroying our planet for human power
What do the rocks say as we shake their core
Please, God, remove us we don't want to live here anymore
Let love be the key and
the purpose of my being.
Let compassion course
through my veins, and
kindness to humanity be
the reason for my existence.
Let there be a hope for
the future in the graveyard
of destruction, and let
new life spring from the
seeds of murderous greed.
An end to need.........
A sharing of resources
in a world that has enough
for everyone. No more hunger,
no more violence, just an endless
spring of hope from which to
drink, and love on which to feed.
If we all shout loud enough
our voices will be heard.
If we all stand tall enough
the spine of faith will straighten,
and changes will occur.
But if we whisper in the corner,
and let the bullies win,
and with a look they wither us
so we crumble and give in,
then the destruction will continue:
the world will surely die,
the rivers all will cease to flow;
and we'll be left there you
and I, still cowering in the corner
mouthing silent words of platitude,
watching armies of undoing
conquer towns of desolation
and fields of broken dreams.
Let's all sing together then,
with unity of voice.
Let's all march with defiance
while there's still a choice.
Join hands in rings of friendship,
shout loud a victory song,
Let all the world, from east to
west harmoniously sing along.
I have seen this wistful night before
A night filled with awe and rigidity
Trees hugging one another in the dark
Stone faces stare blindly into the sea bed
imploring the depth of the ocean
And hundreds of fish swim blindly ashore
The moonlight burst through the solemn sky
while big fish rides harmoniously on high
strong current hurl them to the surface
As the anxious fisherman takes a deep breath
and carefully gather his big net
Tall trees singing in the mystical breeze
looking rather comfortable and at ease
While the whisperer flirts around the room
Trying desperately to get everyone in tune
Poker face sits quietly at the back
threading upon the frozen rock
while the sun goes down on its tired back
I felt somewhat amused at everyone's attitude
Beethoven was a perfect choice
It made many of them rolled dice
Some seize the moment to take a nap
While others use the time to chat
I watched them scrambled along the secret path
waiting for the symphony to start
cars kept going round and round the bend
I kept wondering when it was going to end
Mighty men anchored down in Rolls-Royce
looking skeptical and swinging their tired bodies
Their feet have touched the sacred ground
It made them all spellbound
Everyone suddenly wants a slice of the pudding
The trees come alive all the doors opened wide
And everyone starts running after the Rolls-Royce
The entire world is singing an unfamiliar hymn
They are desperately trying to learn the new rhythm
Daylight peeps meticulously through the magnifying door
The moon is full and you must explore
Join me linger in this sublime paradise
wafting breeze of serenity's freshness
breathed out by life-scented leaves
unaffected against ecologically-afflicting virus
while all the birds of the earth sing* now the triumph of Eden …
Let's replenish ourselves around divinely-blessed pastures
welcoming with provisions’ abundance
along birds serenading with healing victory songs
in their reverberating symphony, melodiously soothing
offering respite away from stressful pandemic angst…
Never should we resist promised land’s invitation
where all the birds of the earth sing now their peace-conquering hymn
as the lion and the lamb portray sweet friendship
midst fellow animals in partnership-bliss
exemplifying peace and restoration delight…
We yield ourselves by faith to Almighty God
whose gracious omnipotence prevails to grant our plea
of shielding His people against apathy’s destruction
ending hatred virulence under His compassionate rule, championing love
which all the birds harmoniously echo in their splendid choral rendition.
*Isaiah 49:13 Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the LORD hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.
May 1, 2020
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/3/2020.
Walk with me to the end of the street and greet all the people that you meet, take off your diamond ring and toss it the air and set a hat beneath it to catch it, and then you make a wish and catch the diamond ring; when you are done, have a tiny glass of white rum and have some musical fun.
Detour to the upper lane and walk around the curb, turn left, then right then left again, then turn right of center, and run with all the energy you have before the avalanche touch down, walk with me to the end of the street and I will give you everything you need.
Morning comes and I rushed through the door and I found the multitude streaming down the road; the crowd was so thick, and everyone was carrying a golden dish and walking harmoniously to the musical serenade.I couldn’t find a spot to barge in so I took a short-cut on the roof and walked half of the journey without shoes. The element was so strong and I could feel a strong power walking all over the land.
I soar to the sky and watch the universe dies and thick fog covers the earth and hope sinks into the ground and not a trace of residue on the earth could
be found but I kept running and running until I cover the entire ground.
Walk with me to the end of the street, it is where destiny meets.
RHAPSODY IN BLUE (A Musical Translation into Words)
In the heart of the city, where steel and glass arise,
A melody awakens, a sapphire in disguise,
It's a symphony, a rhapsody, in shades of purest blue,
A tale of New York dreaming, vivid and true.
A clarinet's wail, like a siren in the dawn,
A plaintive, soaring echo that gently lures you on.
It dances through the concrete, down avenues and lanes,
A lament of longing, tethered by invisible chains.
A rhythm then emerges, a pulse within the stone,
The city's heart is beating, alive, yet all alone.
Piano keys, like raindrops, begin to gently fall,
Painting blue-tinted stories on the city's endless wall.
Bassoons echo softly, the heartbeat of the day,
As the city awakens, chasing night away.
The strings join in harmoniously, a river flowing free,
In this urban symphony, this rhapsody in key.
Through the din and clamor, the rhythm never dies,
A testament to resilience beneath the endless skies.
In every brick and rafter, in every shining pane,
Lives the soulful echo of Gershwin's sweet refrain.
Sometimes fast, then slow again, the music ebbs and flows,
Through joy and sorrow, love and loss, the city's story grows.
A dynamic dance of shadow and light, of new and old,
In the heart of the city, where countless tales are told.
As the final notes fade, under moonlight's gentle hue,
The city sleeps, and dreams once more, in tones of deepest blue.
Yet in every rustling leaf, in every whispering breeze,
Lives on the timeless melody, the city's memories.
Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, a symphony so grand,
A poetic ode to the city, where dreams and reality stand hand in hand.
And so, in every sunrise, in every setting sun,
The city's song continues, the rhapsody plays on.
:: 01.01.2000 ::
The poem "Rhapsody in Blue (A Musical Translation into Words)" is a brilliant fusion of musical interpretation and poetic expression. It uses the language of poetry to articulate the emotional and narrative resonance of George Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue." Here's a breakdown of its various elements:
Swooning in chorus to your rhapsodic tune
Your soothing Sonata crests to the billowy moon
Your animalistic rhythms o'er every truant part croon
Blithe melody softly careening over every pallid dune
Bass drum taps lightly; milk flows from hardened paps so roon
Exploring in cadence each curvilinear line artfully hewn
Riding each stanza in your seething, swaying balloon
Coursing over each ripple in your silver shoon
Each crevice, crater my hands carefully prune
Sifting out silty pebbles with a sculptor's spoon
Dipping harmoniously into your deep ocean; gleeful loon
Ruddy ballast anchoring ship in your salty lagoon
All religions in the world preach the noblest morals
Show us live harmoniously without quarrels.
Constitutions of nations advocate ideal ways
Inculcate unity and fraternity always.
The pious scriptures, great preaching contained
Rights and duties, the manuals clearly explained
Ancient cultures are forever to be cherished
Their roots and origins shouldn’t be perished
Wars, never be the antidotes; take issues to discussions
Or else the whole race has to face the repercussions
Acknowledge that no race is superior to others
All have their own radiance and unseen covers
Self-centric, the only reason for all plights
Change mindsets and then think for the rights
Are we the sole owners of this soil?
To rebuild this pristine land, need to toil.
Summits and seminars may find out reasons and remedies
Let’s start! Be a part of the marathon to bring back the melodies.
Placed: 2nd
Your Peace Message to the World Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 05-04-2022