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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.
Again letter will come to telecast.
S he will be near television to look me fast.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Peaceful and bright night
full of wanderous stars
catch us kissing...
feeling so lost
in the whispering pine trees;
and there's no shame in giving
ourselves to heartfelt joys to stimulate
sensations in our warm souls!
That song our lips sing
comes from the endless love we feel;
faithful woman...steal this childish heart,
longing for dreams never
dared to be sought!
That song our lips sing
was born yesterday,right here...
when loneliness suddenly
turned into happiness;
when we vowed never to fear
the unhappy and envious
faces of others!
Peaceful and bright night
full of wanderous stars...
fulfill our needs and desires,
because only night was made for love,
for people who never have enough to give:
like that song our lips sing!
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
It’s been too long since I sang the song
Of the runner down the road;
Losing cares to wind in the hair
And a river that always flows. Winding
And wistfully, like a lover
In the dark; aorta racing, footsteps
Pacing ‘round the park.
Stirring up old memories
Of fitful, youthful years;
Despite the pounds and pounding now
I’m grateful to be here. Able still
To find a rhythm, a cadence in my bones;
Though older now I feel somehow
Much younger running
Down the road…Tomorrow’s
Not quite here yet and today’s
Not disappeared;
But the sunset I see running free
Is enough to help me steer. Home
In the right direction where
I lie down and rest;
It’s been too long since I sang the song
Of the heart beat in my chest.
This is one of the most famous “girl groups” anyone knows.
They began in Passaic, New Jersey as the “Poquellos”
The four members were Shirley Owens and Beverly Lee,
along with Addie “Mickie” Harris, and Doris Coley.
These four young girls had a huge stroke of luck for a fate
when they had Mary Jane Greenberg for a high school classmate.
This start of some great careers took place in nineteen fifty-eight.
Mary Jane’s mother operated a small record label.
Florence Greenberg knew these girls were quite talented and able.
Now known as “The Honeytones”, they recorded their first song.
“I Met Him on a Sunday” was a hit. It did not take long
before “The Shirelles” became a popular recording act.
Their success in entertainment became a solid fact.
Everything with their careers seemed to be going quite right.
“Dedicated to the One I Love” and “Tonight’s The Night”
along with “Baby, It’s You”, “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”,
“Mama Said’, and many other hit songs some people would know
boosted their popularity and brought them much joy.
However, their biggest hit was a short one called “Soldier Boy”
This intended B-side song brought them their greatest success.
It went to number one, and brought everyone happiness.
That little song they did not care for helped them on their way.
Success and fame continued for this group from day to day
Music from this girl group is still played and enjoyed today.
Thanks to both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and allmusic.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
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I want to be inspired to write
a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at writing poems
that have no homes.
I want to be inspired to find
a cure for this cancer thing;
I want to be inspired to reach
out for the golden ring;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at getting by
with the good old college try.
I want to be inspired to lead
a revolutionary coup;
I want to be inspired to be
the best at everything I do;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
to make ends meet
and not live on the street.
I have the motivation;
I’ll put in the perspiration;
I can give it concentration;
But, I lack the inspiration;
Inspire me.
What will it take to inspire me?
I want to be inspired to write
a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
doing the best I can
at writing poems
that have no homes.
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
Autumn leaves have lost their color now
Winter's cold has chilled all things
Come away my love, He calls to me
Come to me and learn before this spring
My Spirit longs for more time with Him
While gray clouds bring somber days
He calls to me, come away my love
To a quiet place to set ablaze
A heart that aches from life's hurtful times.
In my distress he echoes
Come away my love; He calls to me
To read His word, give Him all my throes.
An apple tree among the wood's trees
Is my special love; each day
He calls to me, come away my love
How I long to go and with Him stay..
Roughly based on Song Of Solomon
Or Song Of Songs chapter 2
Finis
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Singing songs that fill the air.
Contagious is the song they sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
Their melodies are beyond compare.
They make a weary heart take wing,
singing songs that fill the air.
Happy they, no burden to bare,
when their rich songs they shall sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
Sad thoughts you cannot share
when listening to the song they bring,
singing songs that fill the air.
Their lilting voices in the air
are welcoming the coming Spring.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
I shall hum while they sing with flair
and all around us music will ring.
Singing songs that fill the air,
the canaries are joyful, without a care.