He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.
quote by Aneurin Bevan
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The Trumpeter
The war was all around
And the city was small.
The doctors laughed at him,
He was not like de Gaulle.
Well, may be the trumpeter?
OK, trumpeter, as a trumpeter!
Being a trumpeter is so good,
At least you don't have to bow.
The bullets whistle over your head,
As the winds sometimes blow.
But why it happened like that?
For a boy the war was a spit.
But once in the autumn rains,
In a strange unknown land,
The regiment was waned,
No one heard the command.
No one was there to be astound.
Come on, trumpeter! You sound!
In smoke and flames he stood,
His lips pressed to the trumpet,
The regiment, like knighthoods,
Followed the trumpeter.
The International they sang,
And the triumph bells rang.
The trumpeter,.. but a real soldier
Was devoted to a peaceful music,
He had to defend the border,
With a trumpet to do the trick.
If you are a man but not a hick,
The trumpet you will pick.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Whistle's Dirge
The dog trod the path
Towards the den.
The hunter sounded his whistle
Towards the dog.
The rarefaction and compression
Of the whistle sound,
Like the rustling of forest leaves
And the howling of passing wind,
Journeyed hollow through its ears.
The hunter's whistle sings its dirge,
Sooner, the dog is bathed in blood.
poem by Adeoye Adetoba
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Whistle by Flo-Rida
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby (ohh baby ohh baby poooo)
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
I'm betting you like bebop
And I'm betting you love creep mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet you're guilty your honor
But that's how we live in my genre
When I hell I pay the rottweiler
There's only one flo, and one rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull a damn hamstring
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
It's like everywhere I go
My whistle ready to blow
Shorty don't leave a note
She can get any by the low
Permission not approved
It's okay, it's under control
Show me soprano, cause girl you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come in part clothes
Girl I'm losing wing, my bucatti the same road
Show me your perfect pitch,
You got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out candles
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you ain't got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect picture, never lose it
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Go girl you can work it
Let me see your whistle while you work it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
Cause I love it how you dropp it, dropp it, dropp it, on me
Now, shorty let that whistle blow
Yeah, baby let that whistle blow
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
poem by Shi Yelami
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Hope...?
Hope...
Hope is to wait
Waiting for anything to make the day
Waiting for sunrise or night
Waiting for the tears to dry
Waiting for that telephone call
Waiting for the path to end
Waiting for the struggles to past
Hope...
Hope is to keep on dreaming
Dreaming of prince charming
Dreaming of the perfect life
Dreaming of Utopia
Dreaming of chance to escape
Hope...
Hope is determination
Determined to reach the goal
Determined to make the dreams come true
Determined to prove everybody wrong
Determined to push away the nos and answer with a yes
Determined to reach that 100%
But that is what i only believe
What do you see in Hope....
poem by Guinevere Eveleigh
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It doesn't take a majority to make a rebellion; it takes only a few determined leaders and a sound cause.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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The Deaf Trumpeter
How long are you going to trumpets
Your sad melody for the Trumpet flower in the Trumpet woods?
Brother! You get trampled one day by the trumpet weeds
And we never hear of you again.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sound of war
...
Bum! Bum! Bum!
Sound of war
it's like the roaring of a lion
I the jungle.
Sound of war
It's like flash of the lightening
Sound of war
It make people lose their strength
Sound of war
It make people to run to and fro
Sound of war
Um...
Sound of war
make people hopeless
when there is hope
Sound of war is cruel
Because it make people shudder
It make people suffer, shudder shiver, cringe
And due before they die
Sound of war
Oops!
Ouch!
Phew!
poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
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We must remember that one determined person can make a significant difference, and that a small group of determined people can change the course of history.
quote by Sonia Johnson
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Trumpets Blown
The trumpet blew a wand for the real river,
A caliph will show his knowledge afterwards;
On the level of time one sign has been shown,
Demonstrated by the leaders of the world.
This time a trumpet has blown to mock,
To munch away the life of stones and money.
I have ordeals that stretch a lifetime of worry,
Feeding a frenzy is my cup of knowledge.
Understand a fault of mine to understand,
This mighty feat condemns the snow that is a river.
Falling away fast, a snowy monument is a relative
To the mind that thinks along family matters.
One trumpet connects to be me,
One sound has obliterated the only reminder,
It reduces its speed and calls on more sayings
From the fame that brought you near.
A sound from a bugle is cheap and full of it,
Bells are better at chiming forming me as well,
The bells cling to bells and trumpets ask.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Wendell Gee
Thats when wendell gee takes a tug
Upon the string that held the line of trees
Behind the house he lived in
He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
And when he climbed inside
There wasnt even time to say
Goodbye to wendell gee
So whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
If the wind were colors
And if the air could speak
Then whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows
song performed by by REM
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My uncle gave me a trumpet, but I loved the Louis Armstrong sound and the Harry James sound and I played by ear and I played always soulful or very direct from the gut.
The Trumpet Call
Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade!
Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings,
Sound for the passion, the splendour, the pity
That swept the world for a dead Man's sake,
Sound, till the answering trumpet rings
Clear from the heights of the holy City,
Sound till the lions of England awake,
Sound for the tomb that our lives have betrayed;
O'er broken shrine and abandoned wall,
Trumpeter, sound the great recall,
Trumpeter, rally us, rally us, rally us;
Sound for the last Crusade!
Trumpeter, sound for the splendour of God!
Sound the music whose name is law,
Whose service is perfect freedom still,
The order august that rules the stars.
Bid the anarchs of night withdraw,
Too long the destroyers have worked their will,
Sound for the last, the last of the wars.
Sound for the heights that our fathers trod,
When truth was truth and love was love,
With a hell beneath, but a heaven above,
Trumpeter, rally us, up to the heights of it!
Sound for the City of God.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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(I Heard That) Lonesome Whistle
I was ridin' Number Nine,
Headin' south from Caroline.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
Got in trouble, had to roam,
Left my gal an' left my home.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
Just a kid, actin' smart,
I went and broke my darling's heart,
I guess I was too young to know.
They took me off the Georgia Main,
Locked me to a ball and chain.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All alone I bear the shame,
I'm a number, not a name.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All I do is set [sic] an' cry
When the evenin' train goes by.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
I'll be locked here in this cell
Till my body's just a shell
An' my hair turns whiter than snow.
I'll never see that gal of mine.
Lord, I'm in Georgia doin' time.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Some whistles
Some whistles do frighten me like
That policeman’s whistle when I jaywalk,
That lewd whistle from an ill-mannered man
Pestering a sexy woman is another thing,
It is so demeaning, unkind, uncalled for
Some mean order like a teacher’s whistle
On a P.E. class to start an exercise in school
Or a kindergarten teacher whistling children to fall in line,
But one whistle really so intrigues me,
The whistle of a young man outside the gate
Of this house, on unholy hours of the night,
While I am writing poetry, this guy whistles
And whistles some curious songs in intermittent notes
Like a love song of a nightingale,
So sensual, so seductive, so magical, almost
Three times a night three times a week,
Till one day, my domestic helper got confused, and comes for my advice,
Why her stomach is mysteriously bloated.
You guessed it right, that magical whistle made her pregnant.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How champions are made
Im in the ring
The bell sounds
I throw a punch
We dance around
He moves his fist
I hit the ground
I look through mist
Muffled sounds
Boos and chants
An angry crowd
Continue to dance! ! !
Im up
I throw a punch
We dance around
He moves his fist
I hit the ground
Ruby liquids flow
I try to rise
I move to slow
He kicks me down
A whistle blows
Im pulled up
Continue to dance! !
He throws a punch
We dance around
I move my fist
He hits the ground
I stare down
No sound
The mist is clear
In his eyes
I see my fear
My hate
My distaste
In his features
I see my face
He is me
Whistle blows
I see my chance
I throw my fist
He hits the ground
No more whistle sound
The ref is down
I leave the ring
I am found
The crowd cheers
They dance around
Victorys here! !
A champ is crowned! !
poem by Elias Barcelona
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The Whistler
Ill buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
Six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
But I must be gone by the seventh day.
So come on, Im the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
Whistle along on the seventh day.
All kinds of sadness Ive left behind me.
Manys the day when I have done wrong.
But Ill be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, Im the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
Whistle along on the seventh day.
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
Well find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Lady Magdalene
The man on the right is a man undone
he'd give you his soul if you asked him
for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
that love is a song
for each man to sing.
The man on the left is a prize unwon
a candle
unlit and a song unsung.
Believing that love is a dreamer's dream,
the man
on the left the me in between.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant
trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
The man
in between waits between the two
not hearing the lie and not seeing the
true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
and there he will sleep the
man in between.
Lady Magdelene, I can hear your distant
trumpet
calling from the morning mountain,
singing to the passing
river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has
gone.
Lady Magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
calling from
the lips of Abraham
make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us
to you soul for we have wandered far.
The man on the right was a man
undone
the man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what
their time will bring
or what will become of the man in between.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Lady Magdelene
Words and music by neil diamond
The man on the right is a man undone
Hed give you his soul if you asked him for some.
A child in his way for he needs to believe
That love is a song for each man to sing.
The man on the left is a prize unwon
A candle unlit and a song unsung.
Believing that love is a dreamers dream,
The man on the left the me in between.
Lady magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
The man in between waits between the two
Not hearing the lie and not seeing the true.
Unknowing what is and denying what seems
And there he will sleep the man in between.
Lady magdelene, I can hear your distant trumpet
Calling from the morning mountain,
Singing to the passing river.
Take me home, show me peaceful days before my youth has gone.
Lady magdelene, make the sound of silent thunder
Calling from the lips of abraham
Make a sound that we may wonder, where we are.
Take us to you soul for we have wandered far.
The man on the right was a man undone
The man on the left like a prize unwon.
And God only knows what their time will bring
Or what will become of the man in between.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Fish And Whistle
I been thinking lately
about the people I meet
the carwash on the corner
and the hole in the street
the way my ankles hurt
with shoes on my feet
and I'm wondering
if I'm gonna see tomorrow.
Father forgive us
for what we must do
you forgive us
we'll forgive you
we'll forgive each other
till we both turn blue
then we'll whistle and go fishing
in heaven.
I was in the army
but I never dug a trench
I used to bust my knuckles
on a monkey wrench
then I'd go to town and drink
and give the girls a pinch
but I don't think
they ever even noticed me.
Fish and whistle
whistle and fish
eat everything
that they put on your dish
and when we get through
we'll make a big wish
that we never have
to do this again
again? again????
On my very first job
I said thank you and please
they made me scrub a parking lot
down on my knees
then I got fired
for being scared of bees
and they only give me
fifty cents an hour.
song performed by by John Prine
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