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Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details

Tarana-Ta Na Na Dhoom - My New Carol Song with English Text lines



TARANA - CAROL SINGING- OR PLEASURE SINGING

Tarana- Ta Na Na Dhoom -  My New Hindi Song with English Text lines

Form- Lyrics

TARANA – A BRIEF INTRODUCTION

Tarana singing is the outcome of those wonderful feelings of heart, 
which burst from the lips of the singer unknowingly. Tarana comes 
on the lips when the heart is in the swinging mood and the feelings 
of joy and pleasure began to come out in the form of meaningless 
and sometimes meaningful words almost in a similar manner 
in all the languages of the world.

Tarana is an Indian musical form in classical music. It has been the 
most popular form sung all over India. The form often with meaningless 
words has attracted not only the vocalists, but the dancers of kathak* 
and bharatnatyam* of both north and south India respectively. The 
monophonic syllables sung in fast tempo has made it enjoyable from 
a learned to a lay man.

I have placed in my Tarana Song Video (on You Tube), some of my 
Photos  with Hindi Song lines in Roman English as well as its English 
 Text lines to show the mood of the Song, which resembles the 
Photos shown in the Video. I am hopeful that this new experimental 
song even without music would give a new horizon to use this form of 
singing for our English Music lovers.

Critical impressions from my music lover Poetry Soup friends about the 
Tarana form of singing and Video is requested and it would be highly 
appreciated. With best wishes

URL OF TARANA SONG ON MY YOU TUBE CHANNEL

In order to really know and appreciate this form of Singing please use
the URL placed below of my Music channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IrGvXAlC3w

Ravindra K Kapoor

*A classical form of India




TARANA SONG 


Ta Na Na Dhoom                                   01     Tarana 

Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom   	
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                       02      Tarana 


Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom   
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                        03      Tarana 
  

Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na 
Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na                       04       Tarana 



Uproar is all over the world                   05      English

Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jag Mein          05      Hindi



The melody which you are searching 
Is the melody on your lips                     06     English

Dhoond Raha Jise, Dhun Ye Wahi Hai    06     Hindi



Ta Na Na Dhoom 
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom Dhoom           07    Tarana

Ta Na Na Dhoom  
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                       08    Tarana  

            
  
See what a Magic it is                           09     English

Dhekho To Ye Hai Kaisa Karisma           09    Hindi



Your Melody                                          10     English

Dhun  Teri                                             10     Hindi


Is standing just before you                  11     English

Tere Samne Hi Khadi Hai                      11     Hindi


Uproar is all over the world                  12     English

Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jg Main           12     Hindi


The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips                    13     English

Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai    13     Hindi



The Melody which you could not find
Even in Ages                                         14     English

Yug Beete Jise Dhoond Na Paya           14     Hindi



Is standing before you 
To woo you                                           15    English
   
Aaj Wahi Tujhe, Waran Khadi Hai         15     Hindi



Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                       16     Tarana

Ta Na Na Dhoom                                   17     Tarana



Uproar is all over the world                  18     English

Dhoom Machi Hai       
Sagre Jg Main                                       18     Hindi



The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips                    19     English

Dhoond Raha Jise 
Dhun Ye Wahi Hai                                 19     Hindi



See what a                                           20      English

Dhekho To Kaisi                                    20      Hindi



New Dawn is spreading its wings         21      English

Subah Jagi Hai                                      21       Hindi



Smile is blooming on every lips              22      English
     
Adharon Pe Muskaan Khilee Hai            22      Hindi



The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips                      23        English

Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai      23        Hindi



Ta Na Na Dhoom 
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                         24        Tarana  


Ravindra
Kanpur  India 14th June 2014   



Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Doug Vinson | Details

Cat 5

                            
I saw a cat quartet within my dodgy dream,
Sorta started worryin' that I'd gone off the beam,
Really began to wonder if my mind was gettin' weak,
They had their own language that only they could speak.

While Cat number 1 was teachin' me the talk,
Old number 2 was showin' me the walk,
I walked over to 3 like I was struttin' the town,
4 said, "Dang, Holmes, I think you got it down."

And I kept on walkin,' past number 3,
Next thing you know they're all yellin' at me,
And I mean howlin' with a haughty disdain,
Was thinkin' to myself, "Man, this is gonna be a pain."

Well they read me out the law right there, they gave me all the cites,
"When you try to get private, you pirate away our rights,"
"You gotta stick close to us, stay within the hive,"
"If you don't get with it then you'll meet Cat 5."

"We need that close access, need you to stay put,"
"We want to keep in tight, be right underfoot."
"This a serious deal, this ain't no random jive,"
"You hang right with us or we'll call Cat 5."

Well now I was thinkin,' I'd seen no such cat alive,
"Maybe like a Boogeyman, ain't no real 5."
But old Cat 3 saw me, he knew where I was at,
He said, "Oh no, man, 5's a real Cat."

"And when you talk about him, you use that capital C,"
"'Cuz he's the biggest baddest Cat there'd ever likely be."
Right then I saw that number 4 was pushin' out a baby grand,
Number 1 told me, "Oh yeah, man, we got a country band."

Cat 2 produced a fiddle, and handed out the pirate hats,
Cat 3 tuned up a banjo, Cat 1 - a cricket bat.
2 told me, "Stay with us, bud, we'll never steer you wrong."
He tapped a foot, pulled a whisker, they started to play their song.


"Inbred Man"
Copyright 2016 Magnetic Kitty Music
(Written and performed by Pirate Cat and the Privateers)
(Produced by Authentic Cat Productions)


I was always a country boy,
Stacked tobacco old and new,
My grandma Sue and my grandpa Roy,
Helped us raise our pigs and chew.

I fed my daddy's huntin' dog,
I knew his mistress ewe,
And momma, sis, and our pet hog,
Were christened Sue and Sue and Sue.

Chorus:
Inbred man, inbred man...  <----(really let the vocals soar here)
Concentratin' all my genes just the best that I can...

My daddy raised chickens in our oven, 
And he gave to me the key,
He said, "Son, when it comes to lovin,'
We keep it in the family."

Some days my eyes don't quite uncross,
And I tend to break out in hives.
My daddy said, "See here, Hoss,
We don't do plural wives."

"One wife is all this life should yield,
And I'll lay it out for you.
No use in lookin' far afield,
There sits your sister Sue."

                          *
At that point the cats quit playin,'
For a click came from the door,
By the side of the room, I'm sayin,'
Where the piano had come with 4.

Cats 1 through 3 didn't look too bad,
Cat 4 shut down the tape drive,
I didn't care, I was just glad,
We were gonna see Cat 5!

And then it all fell apart, ah man, I mean,
I was in a room with no cats to be seen,
And some clown was screaming down in the lobby,
Because like an idiot, he'd run a spear clean through his leg.
Now, dagnabbit - I had sort of wanted to hear the end of the song,
I figured the main character was gonna go ahead and marry his sister,
And then they'd have a daughter and name her Sue.
Hmm... Come to think of it, that song is a mite insensitive.
But mostly I was mad because now I'd never see Cat 5.
It had already made me so mad that things had stopped rhyming,
And I kept thinking about it, kept getting even madder and madder yet,
And then the doggone poem ended.

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Andrew Crisci | Details

Another Little Mozart

One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the parlor with her neighbors; it was a weekly gathering to discuss about the Holidays, or just gossiping about people they met at the supermarket or at the Pet store. She gently sat in her Queen Anne chair and leg-crossed, she started to speak. Her gaze went back to Jack's adolescent days when her home echoed with his exciting screams when he played with Snoopy knocking down every toy in his way. She didn't mind, as long as Jack was having fun. She opened her diary and stared everyone in the eyes demanding attention, then her story began while outside the first snowflakes fell on the road rekindling the Christmas spirit.
Jack, was such a smart cookie, perhaps a-would-be-genius. He taught himself how to play the piano by watching his mom. He sat right next to her learning simple melodies. His favorite was, " Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star".
On Christmas Day while her mum was baking cookies for all the neighborhood kids who would stop by to play with Jack, something wonderful happened. She rushed into the living room and Jack was at the grand piano playing a beautiful melody, she recognized it and was behind herself. " How did you learn how to play? She asked him. " Easy, mom...I have been watching you for days and I have learned all the notes! " " But you are only eight! " She exclaimed by covering her mouth with her hands as Jack giggled, " Mom. aren't you going to give  me a hug?" " Of course, I am so proud of you, and I can't wait to tell your dad! " She picked him up and hugged him tenderly like the cutest puppy who needed a reward for his good behavior. " O little Mozart, play your music until I die! " Her joy was overwhelming as if he had fulfilled a prophecy of a prodigious child.
A week later another amazing event occurred. Jack wasn't in his room playing with his firefighter truck and police cars, but instead he was putting notes on the staff. with a black pencil, he filled out the music sheet completely. His song was entitled,  " Sweet Mom ". Being a novice, he chose the easiest key, which was C major. But the chords were missing and he hoped that his mom, who was a music teacher, would have put them above the staff to finish the song. He was certain it would be a hit song. Martha realized that her son did what Mozart did: when he wrote his first melody, perhaps out of whim, not knowing that he would become one of the most famous composers of his time.
Entering the room, she panicked not seeing Jack playing. " Jack, Jack, where are you? "
Her voice vibrated inside the quite bedroom. " I am here mom, I have a present for you!"  " Oh, dear son, you got me worried...I thought you had gone out to play in the backyard with Jim next door! " " No, mommy...I was writing a song for your birthday! "
" A song for me?" " Yes , mommy...a song for the sweetest mom in the entire world! "
She glanced at it, and burst into a joyful cry, " O my god, you are a composer...another little Mozart! " " Thank you, Mom...I wrote it because I heard that songs make lots of money today, not in Mozart's day! " He exclaimed with childish, unrestrained joy. "
Last evening I overheard you telling dad that you needed money to buy a new car, and this bright idea came to me." " Thank you Jack, I accept this wonderful present from your beautiful heart! " And saying so, she gave him the most tender hug ever,
filling up his frekled cheeks with her happy tears.


Written on 5/5/2016
Contest Judged on  5/7/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details

Vanity

'Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you'
A gift of lyrics a Dead, Poetic fan of fiction sketched to me
why the worried expression, he's right here in this chair
staring at his palms happily
he formulated, forged, formed this sublime work of art
a mere variation of a world he thought he knew
'I knew she was beautiful, she should've had this'
by that I had no recollection of who or what he meant
but in the very center of his iris
I could come to terms that he was in some far away venue
his whereabouts, undoubtedly a chiller
like he was admiring a vision he couldn't share
'So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you'
to my dismay as if I knew the answer or was just taken aback
I had to inquire, just had to ask 
'what is this weapon she has for me? '
'does she want me deceased or does she simply want to destroy me? '
He looked up instantly, astonishingly he expression bore ruthless
like I merely on a whim, stood up with swift reaction
took his arm, and broke it behind his back
smashing his delicate, rounded face into the coffee table
He looked up instantly, looking pained
until he let out the most childish, animated laugh
like he heard the funniest joke in all of human history
'No, no, no.' He said with a grin of sadness
'She has no weapon nor malice, it's just a trick of the hand
or rather I say the head
she has no intent of destruction nor robbing another being
of their reason to live or reason to breathe
Vanity is just Vanity...
if only you knew how she was, knew her struggles
knew what I know...you'd...understand...'
In haste, I should've seen the next plan of action coming
backwards in time, I step through the mirror to see
if I really truly did see it coming
or maybe I was too caught up in Vanity
to realize where this deviation of interview was coming next
Short-sided and ill-advised, I couldn't resist
I had to, a must, it was nagging at the back of my head
Simpleminded, I couldn't grasp the concept 
unless I knew the answer to this stinging question: 
'What don't I understand? '
And it was then he stood, simultaneously I had to breathe out
I've been holding in a breath for so long
I...he stood over the fire place
lighting a match over the flames, but his hands
his hands they were fading, as his smile reappeared
He said....
'Vanity, she was my daughter. 
Vanity, she was my daughter...
Vanity, she never existed, but she did leave me a gift...'
The flames were spreading, the flames were coming for me
eating my clothing, eating me
but I just had to know
'What did gift did she leave you? '
A frightened look of horror spreads from my face
as I see my hands burning, my flesh turning to cinders
my knees getting weak as I'm eye to eye with flames
my vision is blurry but I can still see the tears fall from him..
His suit on the ground, his presence is gone 
but I still hear him say calmly: 
'From a ghost to a ghost
Vanity lives coast to coast
she's my daughter, my hero
but in truth, she's an idea that convicts your heroes
turns them into zeros
Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you
but that gun isn't a weapon, isn't harmful
that gun is you, a mirror or two 
a lesson for you
if you love yourself too much
sadly you are doomed...'

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Ndaba Sibanda | Details

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details

I'll Be There

                             "I'll Be There"
                              (song lyrics)

         If the Joy and laughter that comes with Love
                         is gone from your life
          If you need to feel that there's more than
                      just heartache and strife
            If you find the light of Love's gone out
                     and you're feeling all alone
                   I am merely just a call away
                     So pick up your telephone

                                     ~~
                     "I'll be there to hold you
                   if your arms will take me in
                      I'll be there to want you
                 if your heart wants Love again
                     I'll be there to caress you
                     if you need a tender touch
                    I'll be there for you forever
                                 You see,
                     I love you just that much!"
                                     ~~
                   
                     When it all seems useless 
                  to even give Love another try
              and no matter how much you fight it
                   a sad tear stays in your eye
               Don't just sit there sad and lonely
                wondering just what's next for you
                        You have my number
                          just give me a call
                    and I'll be there just for you
                                     
                                       ~~
                        "I'll be there to hold you 
                      if your arms will take me in
                        I'll be there to want you
                    if your heart wants Love again
                       I'll be there to caress you
                       if you need a tender touch
                       I'll be there for you forever
                                    You see
                        I love you just that much"
                                       ~~

                       It's only natural into each life
                           that a little rain will fall
               and sometimes we need Love the most
                    and it's nowhere to be found at all
                       but this is not the case you see
                            I've always been here
                                     It's true
                      I've loved you forever and I've 
                            waited for the chance
                           to be there just for you

                                         ~~
                           "I'll be there to hold you 
                         if your arms will take me in
                           I'll be there to want you 
                         if your heart wants Love again
                           I'll be there to caress you
                          if you need a tender touch
                              I'll be there forever
                                      You see
                           I love you just that much"



                               WTA-IV  6/24/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details

Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake

Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter
An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench
   with the load of his cares on his convex-ed back
   beside him a plastic bag full of weekend wares sags
unable to straighten his cowed congested torso
  he blinks through mist hanging under barely-clothed branches
    hardly a soul trips over the jagged burnt-amber cobbled-bricks
fresh bursts of prickly sweat teem under collar   
                                                                          cramped armpits
   the unease of sticky underwear  stretches taut legs
      but the load will not set him free 
                                                  from the pincer lock and spanner hold
three score and the six year curse
           undermine the octogenarian           as if
a cast-iron sickle and chain hooked his mind to a runaway train
                                      he gasps and leans against the load
     his eyes smart  assailed by the column of simmering myriad mirror chips dancing on the lake swept by swishing cold blasts of reed-tossed gleam
                                                                                   over the never becalmed lake  
 transparent linden and birch stare cropped and cut-up
       naked and unashaméd
neither warblers nor crows crouch hushed in their lost fastnesses
    only the claret whistle-sharp tweets of a lonely but jolly Great tit
         cleave the air from sunrise all around the lake and skirting tenement-flats tree tops
          piercing clear over the crunch of tires stuttering hoots and growls of changing gears
                   while the Song thrush apes and parodies the forlorn complaint
   past children yelling during recess after painted gaudy face rubber balls spilling over gated kindergarten railings
                                                               for days now she or a he calls on every cluster of branch brush or bower breach
     dingk dingk/dingk dingk/dingk dingk  dingk dingk  dingk dingk  ding.../
wher've ya been
     dingk dingk   dingk dingk... 
have you/have you/have you seen my mate these days now/ have you/tell me now...
   the burnished listless eye of molten gold
over the sill of mauve ether waves
     floating on grey eminences of pencil-shade cloud banks
reflecting infinitesimal shiny scales all aquiver in the instant gaze
                  till the yellow yolk gold stains the melancholy mauve
looming larger than the eye
                        yet for some more moments
   as the grave grey grow  
        round as a robin flirt 
the demure circular twinkling of the garden warbler 
    tweeting for a partner
as the silver beam on the tired murky waters
                                                                          recedes
               even as it were there now     
                                                   now no more
the mauve turning ever so reluctantly
  till grey cloud formations recall
the silver-lining of a sunken undimmed molten globe
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details

Damn Girl - A Song

Chorus 1:

Damn girl,
If you need some grease,
Why can't you just
Squeak a little,
Squeak a little? (1)

Take time,
Let the voices cease,
Your life adjust,
Breathe a little,
Breathe a little! 



Squeaky wheel will always get the grease they say,
Never has to wait until the end of day,
Somehow there are people who can never learn,
World just doesn’t stop while you await your turn.

Chorus 2:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Vanity disgrace
And squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
Give yourself some space
And breathe a little
Breathe a little


 
Cannot find your voice, afraid to lose your cool,
Lessons they forgot somehow to teach in school.	
‘Trying hard’ it seems is never good enough	,
‘Doing’ is what shows folks that you’ve got the stuff.

Chorus 3:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Let that be alright
Why not squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
And you see some light
Why not breathe a little
Breathe a little 



If you don’t have answers well it’s just poor you
Sitting in your chair when all the dancing‘s through,
Sure ‘nough little girl a lottery’s your chance,
Only way in Hell that you will get to France.

Chorus 4:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Why can’t you just
Squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
Don’t you go bust
Breathe a little
Breathe a little 



Inner adult free now and can be quite wild,
Baby-sitter dead now for your inner child,
Grand prize may not be the way you want to go,
Happiest are people just content to show….(2)

Chorus 5:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Let that be OK
And squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
Sample life’s bouquet
And breathe a little
Breathe a little


Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014

Poet's Notes: 
Got the idea for the chorus of this song while listening to Country Music in a bar in Blunt, SD. My country music loving bartender/waitress liked the 'squeaky wheel' idea so I went home and wrote the song.

Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014

Poet's Notes: 
(1)	‘a squeaky wheel gets the grease’ – means that when a wheel on a car or bicycle starts to get noisy (squeaky) the owner knows that its bearing is dry and needs lubrication so he takes care of this problem right away.  The human parallel for the rest of us is that when you need something from someone, we should not assume that they will see your problem and fix it right away. It is much better to tell them about the problem yourself (squeak a little) so that the problem is addressed more quickly.

(2)	 ‘show’ – means to do well, get a blue ribbon perhaps for excellence, but not be the best. Those who have to be the best at something, frequently let other things in their lives slide, i.e., they go for ‘flash’ and not for ‘quality of life.’
I got the idea for the chorus of this song while listening to Country Music in a bar in Blunt, SD. My country music loving bartender/waitress liked the 'squeaky wheel' idea so I went home and wrote the song.

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details

My Christmas Song


My Christmas Songs Christmas Song for all my PS Friends with Best Wishes for a Merry Christmas. Christmas Song I love to hear the Music When it comes From the Ringing Bells When the bells began to show Their sounds To call, everyone From far and near the Church To celebrate the The joys of Xmas Which comes only Once in a year. 01 When the Bells ooze these sounds To remind All the God worshipers That love and kindness Is the essence of life Without hatred and difference For anyone. 02 I love to hear the Music When it comes From the Ringing Bells When the Christmas is celebrated With all the beauty of hearts And with all its pomp and shows In every Church around the world In the lovely month of December. 03 Spring Song I also love to hear the Music When it comes From the Ringing Bells During the spring time Every year. 04 Oh what a beauty and joy It is To walk on the green grassland Hearing the sweet sounds Coming From the close by ringing Bells. 05 When the spring is In its bloom I love to hear these sounds Reaching in my ears While moving bare footed And singing A sweet lovely Song In the air Wile moving on the soft stretch Of a grass land Which are vanishing rapidly From the Earth. 06 For me these moments are Very special As I always feel like singing While hearing The sounds coming From all the ringing bells. 07 The sound of these Sweet bells Create waves of thrills and joys More in my mind and heart, Whenever I move On any piece of grassland And hear such sounds coming From the Bells Ringing in the close by. 08 Autumn Song I also love to hear The Music when it comes From The small brooks and streams And from the falling, running and rolling Of all the dry leaves When the winds try to push them So that They may fly one more time With the fast blowing winds Before they get perished for ever In the season of autumn. 09 Such sounds creates a longing In my heart Whenever any bell rings Or the dry leaves fall And run on the ground With the fast blowing wind. 10 I want to walk and run with The fast blowing winds To hear that lovely Music Which says to everyone While spreading its sound in the air The life is too short to waste it Without love and brotherhood for all We are born only To light the lamp Of kindness and love for all Not only for the human beings But For all the blessings of God Which exits in every particle Of Nature In dead or in living form. 11 Ravindra K Kapoor Kanpur India 24th Dec. 2015 Protected Under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup. Copying this Song or producing it for any commercial purposes or presenting it in any other name of form is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal action at Kanpur India. Ravindra K Kapoor

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Charles Clive | Details

Sweet Little Marigold

She was a dairymaid, oh so sweet; many a year ago. Her figure was trim, her hair was neat, with ringlets tied up in a bow. And many a farmer would leave his plough, the turkeys and chickens, and even the sow, to stand and stare, a-mopping his brow, and watch her a-milking go! For, they love little Marigold, sweet little Marigold, answer to every man’s dream. They all start a-swooning, when she gets a-spooning out dollops of thick clotted cream! Now Harry had horses, a harrow and cart; many a year ago. Yet nobody managed to capture his heart, but many a girl had a go! Until the poor fellow, early in May, when resting, awhile, from stacking the hay; he saw her pass by, ‘twas late in the day. She set all his passions aglow! For, he loved little Marigold, sweet little Marigold, answer to every man’s dream. And Harry got swooning, when she started spooning out dollops of thick clotted cream. Now Danny was dapper, a bit of a lad; many a year ago. He’d brag and he’d boast, of ladies he’d had, in rain and the sun and the snow. This elegant card, when down in the yard, was feeding the goats and taken off guard, he fell for her charms; it hit him quite hard. She set all his passions aglow! For, he loved little Marigold, sweet little Marigold, answer to every man’s dream. And Danny got swooning when she started spooning out dollops of thick clotted cream. Poor Percy, the poacher, was lonely and sad; many a year ago. The Landlord’s fat pheasants, he frequently had; but never a lass did he know. One day he was pulling a hare from the trap, when smitten quite hard, a right thunderclap, her dazzling smile befuddled the chap. She set all his passions aglow! For, he loved little Marigold sweet little Marigold, answer to every man’s dream. And Percy got swooning when she started -spooning out dollops of thick clotted cream. Sir Walter was wealthy. His furrows were long; many a year ago. ‘Twas brandy he loved. He drank it quite strong, in pub after pub he would go. He wasn’t too happy, he had to admit, to give it all up and totally quit, in case his performance should suffer, a bit, when passion was all set aglow! For he loved little Marigold, sweet little Marigold, Answer to every man’s dream. Sir Walter got swooning when she started spooning out dollops of thick clotted cream. Young Bertie was batty and thick as a brick; many a year ago. He bumbled around, he wasn’t too quick; of ladies, he just didn’t know. When Marigold heard a sound that was slurred, it wasn’t a bird, nor sheep in a herd, much more like a grunt and less like a word, it set all her passions aglow! Now poor little Marigold, sweet little Marigold, Is mooching around in a dream. No longer a-spooning; at Bertie, she’s swooning. He doesn’t like thick clotted cream! ~
For Cyndi's 'Pub Song' Competition. Inspired by The Wurzles 'Ive got a brand new Combine Harvester'.

Copyright © Charles Clive | Year Posted 2013

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