Reeds Poems - Poems about Reeds

Strings and reeds Is what it needs Bassy sounds and a Groovy beat A conducter to give Direction The right singers to collaborate So we can do our thing and Celebrate Get it right a classic Composition Been sung Many times In ever position Make it mine That's a singers Mission Perfect harmonies and grooves The right melody To make you listen Caught the beat Put your all into it Make it mine Don't ruin it Sing it right From Intro To Verse The right chorus Make you think I sung...

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Field of Reeds is a heavenly paradise where Osiris rules. Ka of the Nile. Ancient Egyptians believed that the soul resides in the heart. Upon death, the Weighing of the Heart occurs. I drank from the cup of His salvation and entered in while the sun drank me and poured me out I stood in the silence...

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For some of us, the dream of love is tender as a seed which, sown in fertile hopeful minds, grows common as a reed. A stalwart grass, with no rare scent; no fancy blooms to see; no passion’s rose, it merely stands with nothing grand to be. It shelters me, this simple reed that slightly bends in breeze. But winds of lust I do not...

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upon the lily pad a bullfrog - reeds dance ...

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CHRISTMAS IN THE PLAIN OF REEDS Three on isolated holiday; Cambodia on the horizon. The reeds sway in the wind, rippling like drifting snow, their touch a ringing bell. So close to the Border, so far from Christmas, so far from home. ....

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Spirits, they exist, maybe only in the mind. But does that mean they don't exist....

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… the reeds bend the wind G. Milev where the blue is a mirage for the forehead bent the man is undressed and dry soil drops out of his lips the sadness is an illusion for those ones who clench the shores with their teeth and the articulated reeds swing…...

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Wind, sly wind Brush over the shore Sweep the leaves Stones, water Whistle over the lilies And rattle the reeds...

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Harmony All reeds are not tuned ...

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The bamboo reeds away in the elusive wind, as the sun rolls down on the country side, The townspeople look on with pride....

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Two reeds at water's edge, siblings in size and suppleness, fend in wind their all but invisible life, as miraculous as yours, or my own: their 'Watcher in the Rye"? No!-- but surely the Watcher in the Sky, who made their delicate life, and ours. Shall take a knife from within its sheath, cordon, and fashion a festive braid...

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I had become the slender reed that bent to curve but never broke a hollow echo of time that thrilled my veins (and now haunts my eyes) and was sung, as roots of knowledge dug deep, but with a finding of ground they eased closer to my heart with limbs of grace and foreign hands I had wandered, the face...

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An orchestra sounds As the wind blows across the waters Every pitch is thrown and bounces Around the heart of the sick lover Pining in remembrance of a lovely voice Who had no love for him And his constancy to gain her Drove her to change her identity As he searched her out Among the fields, valleys and streams He heard her singing He saw her...

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