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I wrote a little poem that went toot toot toot.
With every second line do-op do-op.
It started with a scale that went doe ray me.
and had a tiny chorus of tick tick tock.
I added tiny rests that went sigh sigh sigh.
I balanced them with sounds that went ring ring ring.
Now half the words were higher and half were low.
Until they reached the end and went ping ping ping.
I gave it to a man who played with instruments.
Who said he was the best and the king king king.
He wasn't very good when he started to play.
Until he opened up his mouth to sing sing sing.
And that is how I invented the song song song.
I hope I haven't bored and strung you along long long.
I felt her there
Seems so strange
Lost in memories
Hope maybe fading
By and By
The seas are changing
Seems so jaded
These clouds are greying
This place i be leaving
This life i be changing
Strange she seems to me
Love once there
Gone for sure
No chance of feeling
Years have gone by
She can't haunt me no more
The clouds are clearing
This place i be leaving
This life i am changing
Strange she is to me
Memories i have
Smiles I'll enjoy
Won't see up close
Her heart is in something great
This sun is shining
This place I'll leave
Never will return
I let her be free
So i can be me
These clouds will not grey for us no more
She's all strange to me for sure
This melody of yesteryear sounded great.
We would hear it on a record at seventy-eight.
Anybody could play the song on a Victrola.
One listened to it on a juke box by Rock-Ola.
The subject of this song by Jo Stafford of all things,
was about the romantic dreams of smoke rings.
Miss Stafford’s voice was one anyone adores.
Back then, it was no crime to smoke indoors.
When dealing with broken hearts lovers wanted to forget,
they would often sit down and have a cigarette.
A habit of the past many considered glamorous
is now deemed to be offensive and insalubrious.
The song sounded mellifluous and sublime.
Things have changed significantly over time.
Let's go see
This maybe all we need
Roads wide open
Hearts a racing
This time is now
This dream worth chasing
I hold you close
You guide my eyes
You made up my heart
Time to let me be
Seems so yesterday
Those wonder years
This place was all I needed
But something lead me astray
Caught in a moment
No chance of changing
Won't rethink all that has happened
I hold you near
You make up my soul
Life is about reliving
I can't take that anger away
I can't make you see
All i will do is make you believe
Let us go see
What is in store
Shed no tears
Because your baby I'll always be
Hold me close and you shall see
How proud i will make you be
Let's just go see how your love will grow
Music Of The Damned
The pounding beat of a drum
The haunting call of a guitar
The woeful sound of a saxophone
A singer singing the thoughts I have
Thoughts I cannot share
All heard in the darkest of night
Alone with my thoughts and the thoughts of the singer
I hear how life is not worth living
How there is no hope
How there is no chance of a future
Depression reaches into my very soul
Tearing me apart at the seams
I listen, absorbing every word
Letting the notes control my heartbeat
My head throbs as I listen
My hand reaches to table next to me
A thin sliver of shiny metal
Sharpened by men who didn’t know how it would be used
The singer had no idea what his words could do
The last note of the song matches my last breath
My heart beats to an ever slowing beat
It stops as the drummer screams
The song ends and so have I
Just the last victim of the music of the damned
I feel the energy of the song bird rising
A single feather
Twirling like spun cotton
Racing, yet free falling to the ground
Attire of the song bird
Almost offering itself to be re created
Reborn in music
Re written verse
I hold in my hand satin, maybe silk
Strumming my fingers through delicate bristles
Blowing movement into a lifeless cloth
Spiralling as a spinning top
Tip as sharp as a needles spike
From a living creature
Clothes of flight
Patterned, colourful
Alert, yet still
Twisting, twiddling this ancient quill
Close my eyes as I try to fly
Over rain-bowed clouds
In a scarlet sky
Stroking playful upon my arm
A pleasure that could do no harm
Texture of a smooth-tongued skin
As I take this ink and dip you in
Falling droplets of darkened blue
Azure, navy, sapphire too
Like blood that trickles from an open wound
I write this letter as the paper blooms
A splat, a flick, a playful stain
Dry's to reveal a song birds feather
On a papyrus page
It's a sunny day
Don't want drama anyway
I want to say something before you go
Where have you gone,
Princess of the dawn?
I want you to pray for lovely things to grow
May, may I say something in this song, song?
Say, say what you need to say, need to say
Okay, okay - I've done you so much wrong, wrong
Pray, pray I'll do okay today, do okay today
Playing piano today
Feeling okay happy, I must say
I want to say you're everything to me every single day
Where have you gone?
Have you already moved on?
I want you to pray for sweet sunshine to glow our way
May, may I say something in this song, song?
Say, say what you need to say, need to say
Okay, okay - I've done you so much wrong, wrong
Pray, pray I'll do okay today, do okay today
May, may I say something in this song, song?
Say, say what you need to say, need to say
Okay, okay - I've done you so much wrong, wrong
Pray, pray I'll do okay today, do okay today
May, may I say something in this song, in this song?
Say, say what you need to say, need to say
I've gone astray, gone astray for an awful too long
I pray you have the ability and energy to stay
May I say something in this somewhat short song?
You long to belong, to belong, despite right from wrong
It's a sunny day,
Playing piano today
A Lullaby (In Hindi we call it a Lori )
YOU CAN HEAR THIS SONG ON MY Channel on U Tube
Just write on Google " RavindraKK1"s Channel-U Tube or
paste this URL
http://www.youtube.com/user/RavindraKK1?feature=mhee
A Song For You
I want to sing, such a Song for you,
So the sleep may come to you,
When I sing the song for you
The fairies from heaven would come,
To take you softly in dreams.
You know when the fairies come,
The buds of your heart would bloom,
Leaving every clouds behind,
They would take you on their wings
On the silver surface of the Moon.
If the Moon is not there,
They would take you to your stars,
They fairies would tell your stars,
To shine and more shine,
Till your dreams come true.
I want to sing, such a Song for your,
So the sleep may come to you,
When I sing the song for you
The fairies from heaven would come,
To take you softly in dreams.
Do you know when the Moon and stars tells,
The sleep always comes
To rest in your eyes.
These stars tell everything
In their own silent way,
While shining far away in the sky.
I am singing a song for you,
So the sleep may come to you,
Ravindra
16th December 2011
Ist Recorded on Kanpur India 22nd Nov. 2011
NOTE My Song enjoys the Copy Right protections
Of Poetry Soup as per US Copyright provisions.
A parcel came to my address
But it was wrapped in colorful papers.
It looks so splendid.
With card of value a hard board tagged.
Gift offered indeed.
Where love of ray sets smile for a long.
Gift is a book of song.
She knows that I can sing a song with tune of melody.
When searched song of melancholy.
Her splendid gift wrapped with colorful paper reached to long.
She knew it very well that splendid gift will be book of song.
When my mail will be reach for receipt of gift.
Will whispers to friends and colleagues that my song will be broadcast.
A gain letter will come to telecast.
S he will be near television to look me fast.
Saroj khan[sakha]
When the sunlight breaks upon her face
Ascending like a lover’s eyes
It listens to a gentle song
With notes that run, in whispered breath
A fleeting mood, that twirls aloft
And circles in a morning breeze
A mantra of incantation
Stirring thoughts to meditation
And rising lightly, against the dawn
The lilting voice, which calls her name
Sun whispers like a whippoorwill
Her wings are leaves, that dance and sway
Each move exhales, so crystal clear
A bubbling brook, sweet, crisp, and pure
She stands alone, this flower child
She flies with grace, without fanfare
But petal by petal, to grace them all
So softly there, in whispered breath
A timid soul, a quivering chord
A sonnet of love, with languid words
Color sparks, that kindles bright
Of meadow larks, in spiral flight
Wings made of silver, she flutters along
With trilling grace that wraps around
A wreath of mist lifts off the ground
A rainbow in a morning song
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