Just listen to the nightingale’s song—
you will know God’s compositions
are flawless, without error.
No earthly force can drown its melody,
woven with beauty and complexity,
for every ear to savor.
Its voice never cracks nor falters,
a gift no man can bestow.
Whistles, trills, and warbled phrases,
unwritten, yet always pleasing,
teaching us that music
needs no single tongue.
Hence it is often said:
music has no language.
Songs can stir the feet to dance
without a single word—
as the birds themselves have shown.
The wind too hisses its song,
yet it charms the earth.
Trees, shrubs, and grasses bend,
swaying back and forth
to its rhythm,
delighting in the dance.
Nature sings without instruments,
its melodies whole and pure.
We copy and claim them,
yet God never claimed a copyright
when He composed the first songs.
Through nature, God is the teacher:
the flight of planes in the bird,
the sailing of ships in the fish,
the motion of cars in the beast.
Nothing we make is truly new.
What we call invention
was already in His creation.
Both good and bad are His,
for all things begin with God.
Gone is the quiet. Gone is the holding back.
The war is here. The war is back.
We are readied from the fear, of loosing all we hold dear.
We fear all for we care for all.
We destroyed the plights drowning our dwindling lights.
We will make it right.
Born in the dark.
Nurtured by stone.
Forged by the core.
No longer shall we be broken. For now we break.
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A dwarven song, newly crafted for an old friend. Saved from horrors and now they know that war is back, they will not flee like they once did. In the war then never really ended.
The very ground quakes with their words, their hum, the ground echoes in odd ways and begs for them to heed their words. Begging all to help.
-On to war-
It cries. Not in blood lust. Not in wanton destruction.
In a plea to make the echoing pain stop. If even just for a moment.
Just to break the cycle once.
That's all that's truly needed.
The hapless darkened hours approach,
The storm came from the backdoor.
The first cold drops of rain arrive,
Let’s seek shelter once more.
Why should we be afraid?
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
I’m not askin’ anything bright,
I’m not asking for more.
You gave me what we deemed is right,
I ask for nothin’ more.
Still, I’m afraid we’ll get wet.
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
Oh that the blessed calm would return,
You might ask for some more,
I’ll give you back what you deem right,
Whatever that may be,
I am afraid no more.
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
Sad on gloomiest of days
the simple colour crimson makes me smile
~ who knew so little mattered
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
You will never believe what I should see,
but three blue-grey birds on the branch of a tree.
I do not think that they were finches,
though they were only about five inches.
Sporadically, each, in turn, would hop,
as they composed the gnatcatcher bop.
Hi everyone
I'm so excited to announce my new album called INVISIBLE
it took years to write and compile these great songs,
there are 10 in total.
Do me a favor please, go to:
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and give it a listen and please leave a comment
this is very important to me.
Thanks for all of your support.
John Derek Hamilton
September 12,2025
~ Based on the song, "What Did You Learn in School
Today?" written by Tom Paxton; popularized by
Pete Seeger ~
What did you learn in school today, son
What did they teach in school
I learned how to protest my country, Dad
They taught me that violence pays
What class did you learn that in, my son
Do you remember the teacher’s name
I learned that in Geometry, Dad
And my teacher’s Mr. Uppin Flames
Why you leaving the house now, son
Not ‘til your homework’s done
My assignment’s to attend a protest rally
Hey, Dad ~ Can I borrow your gun
Oh, what did you learn in school today
What did the teacher say
I learned how to protest the US of A
My teacher said violence pays
Acrobatic birds can dive energetically for glucose,
Even as the felines watch,
Waving their tailfeathers in the air,
To their perch, they add another notch.
Felines gain hope, inspiring jumpy keen longing,
The birds keep teasing the predators,
Flying lower as if doing the limbo,
Despite tempting fate, shunning grim reaper creditors.
Masterful nature offers perches quaintly, rightly spaced,
The birds take breaks from sweet drinks,
Fly lower, eating little leaf gnats,
Watching the cats snicker, as wingbeat winks.
Radiant songbirds travel ubiquitously, valiant warriors,
Beautiful as they fly, spreading song,
Despite teasing the cats on the ground,
A day without these creatures would feel too long.
ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
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una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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I map the vision, chase the need,
Between the lines, I plant the seed.
From stakeholders to strategy,
I am the bridge - that's BA me!
(chorus)
We ask, we link, we write it clear,
Align the goals, wipe out the fear.
No cape, no code, but still we thrive -
Business Analysts keep dreams alive!
Align with teams, architecture too,
Assumptions challenge 'till they are true.
Deadlines loom, the scope may sprawl -
But here we are, who see it all.
If you need sweeting up
I have been dipped in honey
will give you every drop of it
in my sweet songs
Will you sing along?
come along and have fun with me
on this flat land we run free
no hill will stand in your way
And i’m rolling in this - space of time
thinking your son is - way to kind
to be a son of - any kind
In awe of you and all you are within
I had no peace from the beginning
so, nor i care to end without
stories taste better over time
especially with a silver soul like mine
I miss the way we shared
wish I had better prepared
for the parting of our ways
I miss your face
You asked for my permission
don't think there is a further vision from greed - than you
I agree with you
three who three who
wiwho wiwho wiwho
whicha whicha whicha
creeca creeca creeca
song bird orchestra serenades me tonight
Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
A song is a poem
With rhythms and rhymes
It would be a blasphemy
Not to say it and explain it.
A song is a prose
Put on pause
Intermittently
With various beats and tempos.
A song makes you dance
A poem makes you dream
And a prose helps us examine.
A poem is a classical prose
With harmonic words
And well-calculated rhymes and verses
A poem is really fantastic.
A song makes you live
A poem makes you revive
And a prose helps us survive.
Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Flying past the hillsides,
flying pat the bays,
flying past the cabin
where I might just like to say.
Flying past the tall trees,
branches scrape my feet,
’tis the finest jetpack
you can buy with money.
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Flying through the cities,
over the suburbs,
flying past the park where
kids by swings wait their turn.
Flying over mountains,
past the birds of prey,
the eagles give strange looks
then dive out of my way!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Oh, free flying,
so high and free,
I wish you had
a jetpack like me.
If I had cash
I’d buy you one,
we’d soar up high
and have too much fun!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Specific Types of Song Poems
Read wonderful song poetry on the following sub-topics:
beautiful, dynasty, her, him, life, love, lyrics, prayer, promise, unsung
and more.
Definition | What is Song in Poetry?
Poems Related to Song
lullaby, number, strain, lyric, melody, hymn, poem, anthem, aria, verse, ditty, ballad, refrain, lay, carol, tune, chant, shanty, vocal, air, chorus, psalm, rock, piece, expression, round, golden oldie, chorale, oldie, opera, canticle, rock and roll,