Long Musicmusic Poems
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Can you not hear the rising tide?
(The soul of music deep inside)
It beckons loud from deep within,
And on your dull ears soon sinks in
Can you not feel the rhythm bold
As it surrounds you taking hold,
And moves your dormant heart to speak,
Erupting rivers down your cheek?
Can you not see the smiling eyes
Of Music’s victims opened wide,
When suddenly its mystic tone
Befriends a stranger still alone?
Can you not sense the sculptor’s hand
As he carves out another land,
And takes you to a hidden place
To share with you a special grace?
Can you not feel the fire of sound?
It burns so brightly all around;
Its constant flame cannot subside,
For soul of music never dies.
The summer brings out a multitude of things
from blossoming trees to colourful flowers
onto music festivals,glastonbury showers
standing soaking dancing, but that all brings
A sense of bonding as we all in the same boat
some barely naked not possessing a coat
from Leeds to Bristol,London and France
hundreds of tents all ages will dance.
Not minding if it`s a field of soggy mudd
their taste in music blasting, that surely would
turn off the thoughts that may carry
uncomfortable attire, and happy as Larry.
He could be all alone in the middle of a crowd,
And with no one around the voices were loud.
There was little he did of which his parents were proud;
The fog in his mind kept his thoughts in a cloud.
His body developed though his mind never matured;
Somehow he got through school always feeling tortured.
He couldn’t survive on his own, the adults all concurred;
Institutionalized he lived in a cage like a bird.
But the music played on in his head;
In a wide smile his mouth had always been spread.
“We’ll be okay,” the voices in his head had said;
To everyone else, he may as well have already been dead.
She saw things in her wards no one else cared to see.
She noticed that he rocked in such rhythmic harmony.
She taught him the scales that he learned perfectly;
Putting notes on the paper set the music in his mind free.
His symphonies are enjoyed by people throughout the world,
The genius in his simplicity has given many musicians a thrill,
This mad man left to the care of one very special girl
Who had the insight and caring to help his gift unfurl.
Bill Haley gave us 'Rock Around The Clock'
showed us music in a different way,
Chuck Berry sang 'Johnny B. Goode'
and Buddy Holly said 'That'll Be The Day'.
Elvis went to 'Heartbreak Hotel'
and came back as the king of pop,
Jerry Lee sent us 'Great Balls Of Fire'
while Danny and his group were 'At The Hop'.
The Everly's were saying 'Bye Bye Love'
Bobby Darin was out 'Beyond The Sea',
Little Richard was with 'Long Tall Sally'
and Lloyd Price thought he was 'Stagger Lee'.
Paul Anka introduced us to 'Diana'
Del Shannon told us of his 'Runaway',
Big Bopper talked about 'Chantilly lace'
and the Rolling Stones said love 'Not Fade Away'.
Eddie Cochran took 'Three Steps To Heaven'
Don McLain made 'American Pies',
Roy Orbison was still lost 'In Dreams'
as the Platters sang 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes'.
When the music began to change
jazz, blues and rock and roll,
got more electronic and louder
became rock, heavy metal and soul.
There are a lot more I could name
but I guess I'll just call them the rest,
It's a long time ago but I'll never forget
Rock and Roll for me was the best.
I'm not about to reveal to you anything about my age,
But I grew up when big band music was all the rage -
When romantic tunes were heard while dancing cheek to cheek.
The noise called "music" today sounds to me like so much Greek!
Ah, to be gliding to the melodic airs of Buddy Morrow,
Holding your sweetie close as if there was no tomorrow!
Or swinging and swaying to the music of Sammy Kay;
With that special girl you could dance the night away!
There'll never be another "wunerful" Lawrence Welk again,
Playing his sparkling renditions with the bubbly champagne!
The band with the distinctive sound that will live forever,
Is that of Glenn Miller, performing brilliantly with each endeavor!
The car radio on, a mellow moon, your honey by your side,
Listening to tunes by Harry James, a kiss could not be denied!
Or in the drug store sipping sodas, the jukebox near at hand,
Listening to Tommy Dorsey and his incomparable band!
The rap, hard rock and metal bands that today are all the rage,
Will be long forgotten as youths today reach a ripe old age!
But the music of the big band era will retain its fascination,
To be remembered and replayed by each ensuing generation!
Entry for Kristen Bruni's "Soul Tunes" Contest
I like Crowd and like it in abundance
But not the one you like
Your Crowd has noise and noises only
Without any beauty & Music of its own.
Your Crowd is a gathering without elegance and Beauty,
It's a bunch of bodies without rhythm, music, thrill of life and Love,
It's a group of sad or shouting faces without the glimmer of peace & love,
It hardly has any smile, which can fill us with the hope of life and Love.
The mind and heart of your Crowd is neither calm, quite, nor unpolluted
If you want to feel and enjoy the silent Music and eternal beauty of a Crowd
Go to a Lake or a river or a mountain brook
Or go near a serene water stream, on a mountain top.
Here you will find in abundance
The free children of Mother Nature
Dancing with the joy of eternal beauty and love
And singing their songs with each gush of winds.
They will greet you amid the blowing wind
As if, they thrills-up by just beholding others
And raise their heads with love and eternal joy
While singing the song of unheard melodies.
Each gush of wind touch them to bloom
The showering rays of Sun, move them to smile
In the company of their dancing friends
By seeing them only you will bloom like a lotus
Amid the Crowd of singing and dancing flowers.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Written sometimes back originally in Hindi language
Kanpur 16th November 2009
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.