KEYHOLE
My seat at the window
I fear Night's approach
Needle to thimble
My shroud of reproach
My seat at the window
Safe as my soul
His reach like a Willow
Tight as my throat
As cold as my pillow
A key on a note
My seat at the window
I hear Night's approach
A whisper the keyhole
My secret He knows
My seat at the window
A Breath mark
End-quote
( , ) A breath mark is a symbol used in musical
notation. It directs the performer of the
music passage to take a breath or slight pause.
Its function is analogous to the comma.
As the two symbols look identical.
... As does a Keyhole.
Her smile was so brilliant
she smiled knowing I couldn't
find the right words to decribe what I
needed.
When I did I than took it right
to her so she could wipe
that silly smile right from
her face.
The conversion module
could take your music,
humming, or audio recordings
and automatically convert
them into musical
notes and sheet music
I was so happy to find this
it has changed the way
I look at inspiration!
And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2026
www.tagoreweb.in/Songs/prakriti-236
The fall of the castles, the siege on the Lords,
The day that the enemy’s melodies soared.
A victory waited ‘till the voices were lent.
Notes beat knives, songs beat the kingdom to its end.
The peasants smiled, but they wished to weep.
They could sow but they could never reap.
The bards saw the pain on their calloused hands,
And decided they deserved to take over the lands.
Thousands of drums began the war.
Violins made rumbles in the core.
The vocals struck the ears with their calls.
The trumpets meant there’s triumph after all.
The fall of the castles, the dawn of an era,
The power of rhythm, the Lords were in terror.
The trials with notation and the style of song,
Caused people to live the way they should’ve all along.
"seen" is through notation
more apparent to our senses
more palpable through
physical sensations.
cog rattle the percussions instrument
a modern take on sound
what inspires might to
create
the invention of
make music visible
visually represent music
attempt to visualize sound waves
in the village of Blatten, was the Birch Glacier
the debris of the crumbled Birch caused the
Lornez to flood
a prolonged period of an elevated mood
they seemed unmoved even through the differences
seasonal effective disorder
I heard one say it was more a
amusia, musical anhedonia
They refused to allow them
to narrate there condition
nds of music shall please hte senses
where happiness can allow the moods
can mend the minds where folk
"can again construct on Gods land"
spoke a fella near the situation
structure and stabilty
the notes shall make sounds
visible sounds
"what a sight to see"
Globi and Hanswurst in Swisserland
Inverse Kinematics
swaying to the sounds of music
A spark ignites, a question form,
A curious mind that breaks the norms.
It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still.
A restless fire, a growing will,
From page to thought, from thought to deed,
It learns not just to know, but lead.
Mistakes are steps, not cause of fear.
Each stumble makes the vision clear.
Observe, reflect, connect, and create.
The mind evolves at every gate.
Through wonder, work and reflection,
We built the bridge to education.
No walls confine, no chains restrain,
A learning mind breaks every chain.
For knowledge is not just a notation,
Its life itself, a mind in motion.
Yesterday can't be fixed
Tomorrow is unpredictable
Take notation for today
Live in every moment
Avoid negative thoughts
Follow your instinct
Always do things with love
Chance to make you happy
Work hard for your goals
An hourglass never lie.
after Poetry is a Recited Art, by Brian Strand
i am a written not a talking work
and were i there with you to speak this piece
i’d do it as you wish no extra grease
but the medium is wrote that’s it’s quirk
Victor Borge his name i’ll give it’s mark
makes humour of the topic we caprice
my opinion is the fun does not decrease
by giving poems their lurches and a smirk
Ah! See here how, with my punctuation,
I guide your eye, move the rhythm of my
words. A pause, at a natural junction,
Is given you by clever notation—
Don’t be so quick to slander and decry
the period and comma’s vital function.
Pencil me in
I won't disappoint
I am here
Right here for you
Pencil me in see what becomes
I won't steer you away
I won't erase any part of you
Pencil me in
The picture could be grand
We can see how we grow
Pencil Me in
I am not afraid of you
I am not scared of the past
Pencil me in
It would be a date to remember
A mark in time
An exclamation point on life
Pencil me in my world is way to small
And yours is way to full
Pencil me in the lines won't always be straight
But they will have direction
Pencil me in the paper is so empty
I am ready to draw
Ready to be It all
Pencil me in for I promise to be what has never been
A commitment for change for trust for devotion
Pencil me in and you will never have to take a notes
For I will be all the notation you need
Pencil me in to your crazy life
Because we both need the calm
Pencil me in to a part of you.
I've been here before
Caught in the crossfire of change
Scattered peices of a past long forgotten
I travel on with hope in my reach
Each day I grow a little stronger
I stand a little taller
I become the rock for a broken family
I stay the course the destination of self happiness
I take on the challenges I stare them down
I am here for a common goal
A simple notation in the novel of my life
I embrace forgiviness I take comfort in failures
I climb these self created mountains
I am the staple in.my own existence
I discover each day what a gift it is to wake every morning
I look forward to the laughter the smiles of a stress filled day
I am the champion for my sanity
When you've been where I have been
You are tired of crying tired of destroying foundations laid
Only to rebuild them from the ground up again
I refuse to stay down refuse to fall victim again to my own thoughts
I am here today tomorrow and as long as I can be for all those loves around me.
unaccompanied*
liturgical
melodies
sans
notation
universal
utterings
of
musical
uniformity
with
glee
the bane …
of complacency
the enemy of apathetic ids
an all-consuming blade of inspiration
you, mighty weapon
have slain the fiercest dragons of
detachment and disregard that
humanity has brought against you
and I, a knight of notation,
wield you with an authority graced to me
by a vivid imagination
and a child’s whimsical heart …
oh, I do not take your might for granted
nor underestimate your license …
I remove you from your scabbard
in deepest consideration -
your hilt, I grasp with awe
your edge, I apply in deference and fear
for the wounds I affect
are deep and lasting …
you are the Excalibur of inspiration
pulled from a stone of indifference
by the grandest of acumens and spirits
long, long ages ago …
I take up your glyphic garland
with pride and honor
and an undying respect for
the numberless warriors who came before me
and whose names are a prayer
upon these pious lips …
a prayer for you …
my pen.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 4, 2024
Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone
Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive
Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone?
They break and fall, partially or wholly, like a beehive.
Composed creatively; catchy; captivating; classic
Mysteriously melodious; maddens many minds.
Wafts in waves as each notation of it is dynamic
Which music, yet, perpetually its prominence finds?
Doesn't the bright sun withhold its vigour in the evening?
Doesn't the waxing moon gradually find its wane too?
Doesn't each flower that blooms fade, having lost its gleaming?
Isn't, like summer or winter, the fall too season's due?
Anyone ascending a ladder should descend as well.
If there's a merry marriage bell, shouldn't there be a knell?
Wind has got aquatic smell
It is heavy and humid
Sun is not feeling well
Hiding behind being timid
Dancing twigs and bushes are
Inaugurator of this Celebration
The huge trees will also join later
To give a wonderful welcome notation
It has been really long,
Since I heard a thunder sound
Cloud will bring rain along
And will drench all around
The Sunrays will fade away
Moonlight night in the day
Statue is hefty on the scales
Is day crying, or just sweating?
Pearls are made of musical sizzle
Liquid shock in the spheres of notation
Fragile melodies that only last a moment
Continual transition from static to dynamic
The gentle grip of raindrops
A silent, melodic refrain.
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