How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
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The Piper (#2)
When I'm confused and wandering
On a journey with no end
My feelings they turn in on me
Uncertain who's my friend
It's then the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tuned is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The pipers song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole comlete
No piper plays before we are born
Before we touch this earth
The pipers tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness diseased
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease
No-one it seems pays him to pay
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is paid for by that war
The one that's fought in solitude
And in that loneliness we find
That the pipers very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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For Shrill The Piper Plays His Tune
When thoughts are idle wanderings
Words tumbled round and round
When feelings they turn inwardly
Still I hear the piper's sound.
When happiness is broken
And the Kings and Queens are gone
The piper's tune keeps playing
And I hear his victory song.
For even when awoken
From the sleepiness of time
There's a distant music playing
Heard clear within my mind
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
No-one has seen this piper man
And no-one has seen him play
But we all can hear his mournfulness
And fear for what he'll say
No folds of fathered cornfields
And no breaking of the bread
The piper's tune keeps playing
With his words as yet unsaid.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The piper's song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole complete
No piper plays before we're born
Before we touch the earth
The piper's tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness disease'd
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease.
Not one of us pays him to play
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is fully paid before
We entertain our wanderings
And confusion in the mind
For the piper's very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Unrecorded by Time
Every minute without you, is a minute unrecorded by time
Every time a memory plays, it plays a lovers chime
Every day you bless my path, you set the memory tune
Every night I watch your face shine bright against the moon
A minute is a space in time, set aside to do
Time is but a fraction of eternity, set aside for you
Eternity is everlasting, love from high above
Blessed and set-aside for you my love
poem by Dayle Gaylin
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Keys Of Memory~6191
Memory
Plays the keys
Of my heart
Just like a Baby Grand
The melody-the tune
All off key
In an orchestra
Of fine tuned instruments
I follow the music
With my minds eye
To where-ever it leads me
And into the depths of Ballads
Of 'HeartBreak'
I, at last find myself
Locked-tethered-chained
To memories, bitter and sweet
Despairing and off key with no
Harmony, in the least
A re-write is in order, STAT
A re-play-a fine tuning, immediately
A re-awakening, a re-newing-NOW:
Of Hope
Of Hope That Sings
You know, that feeling, with wings
poem by Theodora Onken
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Love Song...
This sweet melody on air
It still reminds me of your hair
So soft and gentle to the touch
Just like this song we love so much
This sad old tune the radio plays
It holds all our memories stay
It brings me back to happier days
When we had our love have its way
For as every note that it sings
Hits a special chord in my strings
I remember the joy that it brings
This love song that we used to sing
This sweet old song that plays on air
This sad love song the radio plays
Reminds me of how we used to be
Fills me with memories of you and me…
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poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
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Internal Themes
I hear a tune repeating.
It does not want to rest.
It echoes inside my being
like a warbler in a nest.
The tune cannot escape me.
It has a life of its own.
It waits for me to capture it
from wherever it has grown.
I wish to set it free from me
so it will leave my head.
But I know that if I do this
I'll hear another tune instead.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Echoes Of Love
(words & music by roberts - bachelor)
Though you are gone, I still wear your ring
Theyre playing the song we used to sing
Echoes of love, echoes of love
Are coming to me out of the past
The letters you wrote I treasure them so
And I hear your voice wherever I go
Echoes of love, echoes of love
Are coming to me out of the past
In the rustle of a breeze; in the patter of the rain
In the rushing of the seas, all I hear is your name
Come back my love and once you are near
Darling I know no more will I hear
Echoes of love, echoes of love
cause youll be with me right in my heart
Echoes of love, echoes of love
cause youll be with me right in my heart
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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These Tunes
the calming music makes me feel sleepy wanting to dream
i sit and type away looking at these messages pop up my thoughts are
wondering asking what is right and what is wrong
all i can do is listen to this song the anger plays on my thoughts
the quite noise that plays over and over keeps
me sober I'm trying to let go the anger is subsiding the music is blinding
blinding my thoughts maybe i can sleep
my thoughts still speak of a tune
music blocking the sounds of anger in my head
I'm going to lay down in my bed
looking for a tune that is calming to my head
sweet dreams its all in my head
Trippy: ]
poem by Preston Trip
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Like a petal of rose
Thou crushed my heart cruelly
But I still love thee
I don't have courage to say
Stay away from my memory
tanka by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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The Old Paino
The old piano plays the same tune over and over again.
Why you say? Its because it's my tune no one else's! Why you want to change it? Its because I know I can!
I don't want anything to change on this old broken piano!
I don't want nothing to change it's because its stronger than you think! I beg you please don't change it!
That song is more powerful than you think! Please don't change anything! I love the way it plays so please don't leave me and say good bye! I feel lost with out you but I know it's time to say okay and let you go...
poem by Jessica Howard
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Sweet Mama Blue
Written by orbison/melson.
I know a place in new orleans.
They call the castle of kings and queens.
Where an old sweet black woman sings.
And plays piano like a dream.
She puts out all her beautiful heart and soul for you.
Sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
And it will get to you.
Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue
One night I stayed past closing time.
Sweet mamma blue my troubled mind.
She sang the night away for me.
She made me see what I couldnt see.
That only by loving life will all your dreams come true.
Sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
And it will get to you.
Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue.
They say shes gone from misery.
But she still lives in my memory.
I still can see her smile and say
Ill bet you make it all the way.
If you will try the lord will surely see you through
.
Sweet mamma blue,
The world sure will miss you.
And when I feel blue I think of you.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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For You
What do you do
when to person who broke you heart
is the only one able to fix
I loved you
From the start
BUt i'm tired of your tricks
Tired of you cruelly
PLaying with my emotions
subconsciously
Taking advntage of my devotion
For you
And only you
IS my heart
BUt what
Am i to do
When you tore it apart
Believing In Yourself
to start with
let me tell you right at this moment
you must learn
to believe in the powers vested by the gods
to yourself
the movement of your fingers upon the command
of your mind
cannot just be underestimated as something that
everyone does anyway
it will take a lot of scientific minds to really explain
how a nerve impulse is sent from your brain
to your fingertips
how you react to a pinch
or a simple smile from your lover
you move to the manner in eating a chunk of chocolate
how does your mouth water?
the imagination itself is so powerful
you thirst for something sweet
and like to melt this chunk of chocolate inside
your mouth
your tongue plays a tune
of a sweet sonata
do not underestimate the power of admiration and
remembering
do not disregard the power of your heart when it starts to love
and wanting to be loved in return
how it jumps in joy like a child
how it feels the pain
and how it wants to redeem itself when unrequited
you have these powers
these wonders
believe in yourself
you are part of this magical universe
the bursting of creation
the marvels of magical incantation
believe in yourself
you are a god/goddess undiscovered all these years
by yourself
your eyes not seeing
your heart so unfeeling
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nostalgic recollections for M lady Tara
The garden still beneath the moon, the silence echoes with a tune.
The tune we danced to, the night we met. A melody that lingers yet.
We fell in love two crazy fools, for others not for us the rules.
Our raging hormones were to blame.We were both losers in the game.
that nature plays to procreate. We understood but far too late.
What we felt was transient, a short lived lustful incident.
We parted then as we both knew. It was the only thing to do.
We saw it as a passing phase and so we went our separate ways.
Made no attempt to keep in touch. I thought of you but not too much.
I wonder do you think of me and if you do is it kindly.
The way that I remember you.I like to think perhaps you do.
Long years have passed and I grow old. I am no longer brash and bold
I think you will have mellowed too. A happy life my wish for you
30-Oct-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Harp of Heavens Plucked a String
Harp of heavens plucked a string,
Vibrate its metal and iron rings
And the melody so pure, crafted fingers could play
Or is it master's art put into the fine tunes
Magician's spell of the silent night
Flee so pure in the heart of rhythm
My delight
Echoes the land, echoes the skies
And the night and day grey in dawn of a new era
Where a heart is born
The soulful music of harp, laughter of my friend
Puts to tune my rusty strings...
poem by Lama Abbas
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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Where Do I Go To Start All Over
(wade hayes/chick rains)
I drove around last night, and tried with all my might
To leave the past behind, cause you stayed on my mind
So i stopped for a drink, i never stopped to think
That it wouldn't work, it just made it worse
So i came on back home, i hadn't changed a thing
And sat here all alone, missing you and wondering
Where do i go to start all over
From your memory
Where do i go to start all over
When in your arms is where i won't be
I'd take some things and leave, if the change of scenery
Would do me any good, like i know it should
I'd still be missing you, what goods a different view
To a broken heart, we'd still be apart
Someday i'll find the answer, to this mystery
But tonight the same old question, just keeps on haunting me
Where do i go to start all over
From your memory
Where do i go to start all over
When in your arms is where i won't be
Where do i go to start all over
When in your arms is where i won't be
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Confidence - 1232 - Initial Version
Now heart heart follows, head held high
regrets melt where heartfelt fair tune,
plays tune true morrows passing by
through confidence which grows, will soon
speed rainbows' [m]arch through cloudy sky.
Free spirit soars as now ballon
may from uncoloured earth and dry -
which morning, night and afternoon
emotions often would deny -
lets go, sounds soul at liberty,
horizons flow for future free...
(17 April 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The imaginary bar
It was the mumbling late at night,
the distant hum of indiscernible voices,
echoes of old cars on wet streets
and the memory of a live breeze saxophone
that finally tooled its way into my senses
and as suddenly left me here to hang dry.
The piano plays into the bending door,
the guitar is just too lazy to get serious.
Me I just want this moment to explode
into something more than just this.
The old man at the bar, if you want,
The beard that needs to be trimmed.
poem by Bengt O Björklund
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Pierrot
Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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