Notes Poems - Poems about Notes

For you a gift I hope you'll take Just close your eyes And let me make My own playlist Your songs I wrote Peaceful guitar A kiss of notes...

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This morning we jogged early I was back in my flat by six-thirty From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin, The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun. The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped, which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship. I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into...

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You are doing just fine. You are full of confidence. It is Ok to ask for help sometimes even if you are refused or insuslted. You must strive as far as possible to live stress free. Believe in Natural immunity, and natural culture. Uplift the good and great aspects of your culture. Love fruits and be very very health conscious and...

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Nowadays, people don’t 'get' the real Blues, they have blue-funks. The funks makes a person glare and simmer like a radio-active sunflower. The Blues don’t come at anyone with a rabid face, or any bad juju. Blues songs don’t club at you with a baseball bat, they won’t yell in your ear. If you got the Blues you have a dog and a guitar, even when you don't. If you got the Blues you have a whole range of sad...

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Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time, I dream dreams that shine in someone else's eyes, stars seeking their sky, She was perfect, like a divine painting in the colors of sunset, I, just a fleeting moment, a rustle of leaves in the wind, timeless. It wasn't her fault, no shadow of...

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On fair ways of life what can wind not, Counterfeit coins their way can find not. Your shadows do if find the sun strong, Sure, with me the way would ye wind not. Hardships hover on all human life, Sans tough tests man’s today defined not. How will ye change the ways of this world If the set-in-stone kind, ye grind not. Even...

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How you moved through me like music, nervous hands now strum a guitar. This shy soul connected can pick, I never could before. It’s bizarre. These fingers will soon build a scar that’s filled with the glow of limelight. The dragonflies are what they are, a breath of thin notes at midnight....

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Perhaps in wanting to understand We must abandon wonder Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained In those bylanes in order to explain We study, observe dissect Practise reductionism to the last atom After that when the head rises up again Devoid of wonder, innocent lost It sees...

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How grief feels is so hard to explain and each person experiences it differently For me, my violin holds no solace these days there are many days that I could play and let the music envelope me in comfort, but not this journey I am having trouble reading Being an avid reader, this is very hard for me I can get through...

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Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and...

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10 chicken breast filets split a pounded in a food processer add..... 2 chicken livers steamed 1/2 cup of mushrooms 1/4 c wilted arugula(chopped) 1/2 t nutmeg 11/2 c of ground chicken 1/4 cup of heavy cream 1/4 c of crumbed bacon 4 Tablespoons capers 1/2 cup of cream cheese 1/4 cup of fresh parsley 3 crushed garlic cloves 3 tablespoons of grated parmesan 2 tablespoons of conage 1 teaspoon...

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I. The Hour of Approach The poem I was writing refused to end— it kept writing me. Blood didn't ink these lines— the ink bled me. Each stanza a hidden-hematoma across the white of nothingness. Somewhere, midnight faltered, and I was no longer alone. II. Visitation: Sylvia Plath Sivvy came barefoot, bees orbiting...

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3d music bot that makes hearts swoon Is what I’d leave melodies on the moon Musical notes float like a magical mirror Reflecting views of places applicable to each song The notes can gather and form a body that dances Or dissolve like sand to create lands sang about For instance a song about the sea would be watery The notes would...

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We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? It’s the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants. It's robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from those we love—that they will be there for us in both good times and bad, just to feel...

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Sweet and sour notes taste just like us, branded in the lilt of your love language; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, dissonance is the core of our essence; Branded in the lilt of your love language is a heartbeat I haven’t felt before; Our rhythm's unbalanced yet complete; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, a whirlwind...

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