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The Musician
I need a singer, to sing me a song;
Anytime of the day, I will need her love.
I need her beauty, to shine as she sings;
Or I need to hear her scream in sympathy.
My eternal sunshine, you look divine,
Beneath the light that shines, to show me your smile.
My love is yours to behold, my life.
I allow you to see through me; to see inside.
To see what is real;
Like the pain I feel without you near.
I wish this heart would pick a new career;
Because it is useless at love; it’s like me - a loser.
All I ask for, is you to sing a song I choose;
A rock song, a reggae number,
An indy tune, rap, comedy or something other;
Like a poem I wrote, after having a smoke.
My poetry has rhythm, so any poem could become a song…almost.
But if you find a song of mine you like;
Take it within your soul, for the rest of your life.
For I shall always write another,
For it is my hobby, my job, my love, my career.
So I pray you hear the words I speak;
For one day I could write the words for you to sing.
If you understand me,
Then be with me.
Read all my poetry and songs…
If you want to know the real me.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
My favorite verse from THE soft rock song of my youth
Hit song of 1969 by the Carpenters:
(They Long To Be) Close To You
(middle stanza of the song)
"On the day that you were born
the angels got together and decided
to create a dream come true
so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair
of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue."
Dream Boy
To fall for him I needed just one look
and after that, he had me on his hook -
a fact which I’m not sure he even knew!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
I lived for those church dances in his town.
I’d see him there but always feel let down.
Girls followed him around. What could I do?
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
Not being in his orbit or his school,
I longed for him and simply played the fool.
The fantasy for me would not come true!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
Dedicated to Chris Frogley, wherever now he may be.
For the "I Love Rock 'N roll" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler
My Video Song " SUMMER DAYS ARE COMING' can be heard on my Music Channel URL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cafa5Sc6dPo
The Song has received Semi Finalist Award declared
on 5th Sept. 2013. Although it's lyrics has missed the Ist
prize by only very few steps but the Award can be seen on
http://songwriting.songoftheyear.com/ravindrakapoor.html
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In summer nights, we shall be
Singing our love songs.
When the Moonlight would rise
The sleeping waves of Sea
And your sweet arms would be
Encircling me close to thee.
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In Summer nights, we shall be
Singing our love songs.
I know why you watch
The Sea waves rising to kiss
When the Moon began to pour
Its love drops on the Sea.
Watching the joy of Sea waves
You always come in mood
And then like the rainy clouds
You shower your love on me.
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In summer nights, we shall be
Singing our love songs.
O’ Darling I am waiting
For the Summer days to come
As in summer days you shower
Your rain like love on me.
Summer days are coming
To take you in my arms
In summer nights, we would be
Singing our love songs.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 07th September 2013
NOTE: This song was written in May June and was submitted
to Song of the Year USA for an INTERNATIONAL CONTEST.
Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and
You Tube. Cloying this Song or reproducing it in any other form
or manner is strictly prohibited.
Kanpur India 7th Sept. 2013
(Cabin Sunset, summer 2025)
The Heat of the Moment
Settling into our new mountain cabin,
Dogs and humans equally overheated
In the shadeless August afternoon,
The only way to be is naked.
Stuff strewn around
Bed to one side, kitchen the other,
Camp chairs with panting dogs
On an old Persian rug in-between.
Cabin with unfinished interior
Waits for insulation, paneling and flooring,
But in this moment nothing is missing
Except maybe a fan.
No water we haven’t brought,
Nor power not in some kind of rechargeable battery,
Yet we find a strong signal FM station
Playing one classic rock song after another.
And it takes me back to another time
Living as a 70’s teen in the suburbs when FM was king,
Then in the 80’s as a young man off grid in the hills
When a stack of cassettes was all we had or wanted.
Those youthful times, family and friends are long gone
And yet here I am in old age,
Living the good life again with new family and friends
Still rocking on, out of time, out mind.
(8/10/25)
Ghost Guitar
I think of you and play you, any time of day
You understand my needs, understand what I must say
You’ve always been so close to me, been a cherished friend
You’ve always been there for me, and will be till the end
You know my moods so very well, you know when I am blue
You pluck a tune from out the air and make me play with you
Then we will strum a rock song or a golden oldie tune
Then I know it won’t be long, till I’m lifted out of gloom
Ghost guitar in my hands
I know that people laugh, when they see me tug your strings
But they don’t know the happiness that our duetting brings
You take me off to places where the memory lays sublime
We travel through the years, back and forth in time
And when my baby’s far away and I’m left all alone
It’s you I cradle in my arms and know my songs are blown
By the winds of love, across the earth, the mighty sea
Knowing she will hear them, and hurry home to me
Ghost guitar in my hands
Ghost
guitar
in
my hands
da da da
I was taken for a ride
by another poets desire
to take my love
and warp it from above
but I got wise
to love in desguise
and I became stronger
my intuitions longing
for flying friendly skies
buying the ticket
waiting in line
the thrill of this chase
got me thinking
is this a
wonderful ride
or Satan's demise
so I took the time
to comprehend
that this game
wasn't my time
to explore my mind
in finding
the thrill ride
was just a game
in a players find
minding his rhyming
for pleasures of
unwinding inside
so I tore up
the ticket
and walked away
thinking
to myself
I'm glad
I ended
this game played
so I could
be myself
with my quest
for real love
in playing
my way
Cowboy. KID ROCK song.
Lunatic Fringe. RED RIDER song.
Egyptians ...And us...
At times, you've heard people decry.
"I need my space!"
Years ago, it was a simple,
"Leave me alone!"
This has evolved in modern hieroglyphics
Today known as emojis and texting.
We should, I think, have a cold drink,
And sit at the Sphinx's seat where nobody talks.
But holds a stone tablet as they carve,
Emojis to replace their voices.
I excuse them but they can't hear me!
Long ago...
Their onks ablaze, they feel no rage,
For they see nobody's eyes or tears.
And in a big cave, which was all the rage, immortalizing their lives in Sphinksbook.
Ah, dead Egytians we are so like you,
Hidden in places we call our home.
A primitive people, we!
In the 21st. century,
How can this be?
Many cannot write prose nor poetry,
In fact, many cannot write at all.
Our civilization infected with a terminal disease, called emojimania or acrynomania.
With PhD degrees, we read old stones.
Higher education our terminal disease.
We drool over dead philosophers!
But to one another are deaf.
We toss friends screaming hearts into a blazing funeral pyre.
As that famous rock song says,
"Come on baby, light my fire."
Yes, indeed do!
Better yet, all rabid techies best hear that song..
"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me."
Your friend needs you, not your smart phone.
Your face, your hugs, your voice.
Texting and emails cannot replace humanity.
And no, I shall not join those sheeples..
Who love technology over flesh and blood peoples.
With love~
Panagiota, Poet of the Heart
Panagiota Romios
April 30. 2019
11:15am PST
There are no happier eyes than yours,
there's no kinder heart than yours;
my huge universe is built on these,
my passion is an incurable disease!
Happier eyes and kinder hearts
rhyme perfectly in any song...
then sing it for love, then sing it for joy;
you'll be amazed for how long
it will stay on lips that taste happiness...
while arms hug tenderly!
I've been loving others
for the wrong reasons,
did I ever abuse you to fulfill
my selfish desires?
Every touch you felt was a thrill,
every smile was brighter than stars!
There are no happier eyes than yours,
there's no kinder heart than yours;
I may seem hard in looks,
but kind in tender emotions!
Happier eyes and kinder hearts
rhyme perfectly in any song,
then sing it for love, then sing it for joy;
you'll be amazed for how long
it'll stay on lips that taste happiness...
while arms hug tenderly!
Isn't the concept of men
who hold back tears
an unfair perception?
I have cried silently not showing
more sensitive eyes,
how much harm I did to myself
hiding in shame, not letting
tears fall and reveal my true self?
Happier eyes and kinder hearts
rhyme perfectly in any song,
sing it for love, sing it for joy;
you'll be amazed how long
it'll stay on lips that taste happiness'''
while arms hug tenderly!
[This poem can be sung to the tune of Memory from the Broadway Musical,
" Cats ". I haven't written the music yet. Most likely it will be a crossover:
a pop/country/rock song.]
love is osmosis
something absorbed
it creeps up on you
right through your pores
it can't be avoided
unless there is no contact
it generates heat...
and a yearning for contract
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
A spiral up... a spiral down
the elevator underground
Love knows no bounds
Love knows no time
it continues on without reason or rhyme
Love can take you to the depths of your very soul
cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
and how do you turn it off that was your question I know?
I haven't a clue I am just a bard for you...
What is love? don't you know?
What is Love? don't you know? ohhhhh?
What is Love? don't you know?
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
Love knows no bounds
Love knows no time
it continues on without reason or rhyme
Love can take you to the depths of your very soul
cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
What is love? don't you know?
What is Love? don't you know? ohhhhh?
What is Love? don't you know?