Long Stop the music Poems
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The Other Side of the Moon
Odin Roark
Pink
Oh Pink
Such a reality
Yes
I’ll breathe in the air
Won’t be afraid to care
So much to inhale
Black
Murky
Clear
Translucent
All
All
Rolling strings
Brushes caressing the heads
Anonymous voices
Vibratory echoes
Guitar vibes never ending
All there
Our transport
To the other side
Never stop the music
Infuse the clear air
Giving plain air guts
Love
Insight
Your vibes
My vibes
C’mon
Doesn’t get any better
Those voices in the distance
Wanting so much
Just to be heard
Forever
Lather the strap
Shave the excess
Render the recess bells glorious
We’re out on your playground
Gilmour and Waters
Even on your own
Genius knows immortality
Still so sublime
Strings ever present
Never the echo will fade
Never the voices of old
Young in the past
It’s all the same
Just passion in words
And sound
Ageless
Listen…
Only in the minds of the unconscious
Will their sound fade…
Love’s language forever an enigma
PLEASE
(Verse 1)
Lets put on a track
and let it play
Listen to what the beat say(say)
Listen to the drum the beat
Listen to the volume it speaks (speaks)
Go beyond the words
Get in your feelings(feelings)
Put your heart into this dealing(dealing)
You can reedit or revise
Lay it down
do it as if no ones around
Different genres lets choose it(choose it
Whatever you do don't stop the music(music)
(Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Don't base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop tbe music
(Verse 2)
Look at message
Is it clear
The music can they really hear(hear)
Or is it just a sound
Meanings of words no longer around
Now days all they take about is shooting taking other place
Even got a song out about getting a guy on the weekend
Its sad
The value of relationships have went bad
Its up to what you listen too
Some of it will have you
To change
and some will have you remain
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Bridge:Tell me you will
Tell me you can
Tell me you'll be more than
More than the music says
Or portrays , music still should be uplifting and nice today old school music should have value and still be displayed ( Repeat once)
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
11/25/2017
From the lone journey you can’t get away
With the irate strangers on crowded rides
You would hear surely someone within say
It's time for you to take on the world wide.
On your climb of the steep hill you strive hard
People would try pull you down, but be bold
You would remember somewhere you had heard
It's time for you to take on the world cold.
Living sad in the gloomy space of rut
Mind would bury happiness under grimes
You would hear clear someone within assert
It's time for you to take on the tough times.
Feeling the pained life with a broken heart
Peace would melt away from your soul sublime
You would remember before you depart
It's time for you to take on the toiled times.
Take the cold world and the tough times head on
They would revolve, show you a new dawn's sun
Don’t freeze the waves of life, let it roll on
Don’t stop the music when it has begun.
September 16, 2017.
Syllable count : 10 per line
Contest : All Yours (Mar 17)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
You say : the cacophony of life’s journey you can’t bear,
travelling with the irate strangers on the crowded path.
I say : listen, you’ll surely hear someone say from within,
you’re a part of humanity, it’s time to take on the world.
You say : to climb steep hill of achievement you toil hard,
you’d quit dejected for people pull you down all the time.
I say : try to remember from the wise people you’ve heard,
do your duties unattached, it’s time to take on the world.
You say : living despondent in the dismal space of prejudice,
your mind buries happiness in the debris of meanness grime.
I say : listen, you’ll hear the sublime soul from within assert,
you live once, embrace bliss, for it’s time to take on the times.
You say : feeling the pangs of pained living in the broken heart,
you perceive the principles of purposeful life crumbling down.
I say : try to remember the sun sets to rise again with splendor,
live in present, rise from dust, for it’s time to take on the times.
The insight convinces me to take the world and the times on,
they’d change for the better, and hold lone hands with hope.
Don’t freeze the wave of life, let it flow to the shore of ecstasy,
don’t stop the music of rhapsody once it begins with God’s grace.
October 3, 2021
Contest : Difference In Opinion
Sponsor : Shreya LN
It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
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Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS