I wanted to capture the excitement of house music, almost like a four-four beat, and the best way to do that was to use a language that was rhythmic and performative.
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What is music?
What is music?
Music is the rhythm of the soul
Every beat, every tone, every melody
Is in sync with the natural vibe of your body
What is music?
Music is an outlet, from the everyday
It can take away the pain you feel
Or add to the excitement of a new day
What is music?
Music is something that never changes, just Evolves
Music brings people together of all ages
No matter what you believe in, music brings Common ground
What is music?
Music is my name
Music is who I am
Music is my life
Music is something that can’t be taken away
I will always and forever have MY music
poem by Jessica Cole
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poem by Madeline anderson
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Capture It
The crashing seas
A box of bees
Capture the Crashes
Capture the Buzz
A skateboarder's stunts
Simply having fun
Capture the Stunts
Capture the Fun
First day at school
First swim in the pool
Capture the Uniform
Capture the Ripples
There's an Image for Everything
Every Occasion
Capture the Image
Capture The Moment.
poem by Rachel Marlow
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Sonnet: An Empty House Remembers
The empty house around me ticks and creaks,
A moody end to evening's gentle rains,
A brooding quiet as the daylight wanes,
The secret language empty houses speak.
What stories might this house preserve entire
In rhythmic code composed of click and groan?
Does House recall a sadness with each moan?
Is laughter stored in every plank and wire?
And how might I, a fleeting visitor,
Acquire an ear for stories trapped in time,
And wrap a tale or two in words and rhyme?
How can I tap the House's secret lore?
In silence soft the house slips off to sleep.
Alone I sit, in darkness vast and deep.
poem by Russell Collier
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Love Is Something
love is a contradiction
a word describing emotions
not one singular easily defined
but a set list playing out
in the concert of a lifetime
passion and jealousy
the excitement of fear
hope and tragedy combine
in a filling crescendo
love is this and more besides
the beat, beat of the soul
beat of heart inside
beat of the music playing
love is a dream
you wake up from screaming
love is something
quite beyond understanding
love is a contradiction
so I'll move on
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Dream of Us
I came to her house
On Mulberry Street
Hoping just to say hello
And gaze into her eyes
Of infinite realms of tenderness.
I wanted to share
The poetry of her soul
And the rhythmic music of her body
As well as the melody of her voice.
She invited me in for tea
Where we lit candles
In the living room
And breathed in the perfume
Of a sacred incense.
Every thought consumed me
To escape reality by mingling
All of my existence into her wondrous essence,
To exchange my individual aura
For a dream of us.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Music to Relax
Every beat, every tone
Music is rhythm of soul
Pop, Jazz and Country
Release all our worries
Music gives life a motion
Music controls every emotion
Music calms the mind
Music helps us – our way to find!
Music is inspiration
Music – full of imagination
Music has feelings
Music gives life a meaning
A Slow beat is silent word
A fast beat make you shrewd
Every moment its true worth
Music gives life – new birth
Music is melody
Music moves your body
Make people jump up and down
Spin in circles round and round
Music for celebration
Music for education
Music for entertainment
Music for refreshment
Listen to music to change your mood
Listen to music to keep you cool
Listen to music just to relax
Listen to music to make you sleep
poem by Divyesh J. Shah
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Make This House A Home
Well theres something in us living
Theres something you should know
There was a time for us to fall
Now its time to grow
But you know its not the way
That I intended it to be
Crossing hearts and killing souls
And trying to get down to whats real
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
All I needed was your hand to hold
I spent so much time alone
I needed your direction
But we re-aligned my broken bones
Well theyre running from a lifeless state
Somehow we lost our hold
All we have with us is change
Left over from what started out as gold
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
Im holding you responsible for every word I say
If you feel the brokenness
Wont you try and look the other way
I never meant to be so low
I only wanted you to see
That time was healing someone else
But its tearing apart the very heart of me
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
So make this house a home
Make this house a home
Make this house a home
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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People use location as a language in films, and Quentin uses action as a language in his films. There's really not a lot of violence. It's more of an emotional beat than it is a physical beat.
Mammary Tunes
Under heavy haze I cast an ear…
Was that a distant hymn?
To view, to peer ahead,
I span thro’ sharpened eyes,
Connecting brain. Surprise
Awards emotion to the show –
A fine refrain.
I think I know the source:
Without recourse my keen and
Eager shoes propel my whole.
And she regales me as I close –
The drifting notes propose I place
An ear to verge upon the emanation.
Choice of left or right
Invites and overwhelms;
A brief respite, and then
I poise an aural organ,
Seeking out the balance
In the tone from rhythmic flesh.
O Holy Grail, the sweet spot!
Honed in stereophony and
Mastered out of euphony:
Her music –
Diaphragms of luscious areolae
Give the tune
Atop a vibrant bass –
Quivers in the
Belly of her breast.
And presently
I fall beneath a spell of heady music
As her reproductive cushions do the rest.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Nature Plays Music!
Nature plays game using sea, wind, tree, sky
Like fingers playing on the key board of piano!
Dashing waves, thudding waves, hissing waves
Are different notes of music of all Nature knows!
Oozing or howling sound is the music of storms;
Hissing sound of breeze is the music of spring
And many sounds of music produced by nature
Everybody cannot forget along with the smell sure!
Simple harmonic waves are the rhythmic beat music
Every heart and verse of poet has like the ticking time
Or the works of mind nonstop till the end of time here!
Wind passing through flute or saxophone is nice to hear
Like the vocalist produces various rhymes of music
Forming natural base for all songs we enjoy in life forever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Dance To The Beat
Dance to the beat of the world
Dance to the beat of the music
Dance to the beat of the floor
Dance to the beat of the drums
Dance to the beat of the rhythm
Dance to the beat of the wall
Dance to the beat of the clock
Dance to the beat of the guitar
Dance to the beat of the table
Dance to the beat of the computer
Dance to the beat of my voice
poem by Daniel Vango
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A Communication Revolution Model?
1) The old man and the sea, catching a big fish whose flesh had been
eaten by sharks
2) The young artist whose effort and artwork has been eaten by
con-artists in he name of community development and substainability
3) The experienced and talented whose works has been eaten by an
psedu-art agent
4) equal dialogue beyond situational dialogue without incentive
and performative
language
where is the honest communication which can raise, creat and
change true intellectual
and behavioural education realms?
COMMUNICATION REVOLUTION!
Listen To Music
Listen to music
To change your mood
A fast beat
May make you shrewd
Listen to music
Just to relax
A melodious one
May freeze you as wax
Listen to music
Out of some passion
A slow beat
May keep you from tension
Listen to music
With a fresh cool breeze
A divine rythm
May keep you in peace
Listen to music
To keep doctors away
A classic tune
May keep your ail at bay
Listen to music
When your mind goes dull
A Rehman's composition
May cheer you up well
Listen to music
Just before you sleep
A bethoven's melody
May make your's deep
Listen to music
When your worries attack you
Then see those worries
Running out of view
Listen to music
When you turn as a angry hound
Your favourite beat
May cool you down
Listen to music
But when time says ''no''
Sing a song
And live so long
poem by Abinaya Saravanan
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Linguistic philosophers continue to argue that probably music is not a language, that is in the philosophical debate. Another point of view is to say that music is a very profound language.
quote by Robert Fripp
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The rhythm of the beat
As the beats go on
I'll keep movin on
The music moves
Through my vains
I move to every beat
Watching my feet
Dance to the rhythm
To the music i hear
I close my eyes
And let my body move
Move to the beat
Thinkin of my feet
Moving to the vibes
That the music provides
The music gets loud
I dance more profounder
To the rhythm of the beat
I let my feet
Do all the dancing
To the music inside
As it flows through my vains
I let my body go insane
To the rhythm of this beat
poem by Karl Jones
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Music?
Loneliness is a trigger that pulls the rhythm
to explode and melody travels to our soul
Happiness is the complete package of a jolly beat
that makes the world dance while,
love is the reason why there are thousands of songs to play
imagine music without emotion, its dead and nothing
music is an extension of our emotions that is immanent
and commonly shared with humans
music is pure emotion that is intrinsically a life wave signal
that is communicated to others
its the i and thou relationship of emotions set by particular
transcendental occasions that is translated into harmonious, melodic and rhythmic vocals and instruments
music's connectivity and activity is very important in society
because its inevitable to disconnect music to man-society environmental set up
it simply a salt to our food, a creamer to our coffee, a butter to our bread; and part and parcel of life
without music it feels like deaf and the world is imperfect.
music is everywhere and everything and one of the precious
thresholds for humanities
poem by James Atil
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I, Me, Mine
In the Beginning
(or perhaps a little later)
there was I.
And then, because I was lonely,
there was ME.
And WE got on like a house on fire!
And, so that we could have something in common,
there was MINE.
And we got on like a house on fire.
(Very MUCH like a house on fire!)
And then YOU came along
and spoilt everything
because YOU wanted YOURS;
and what YOU called YOURS
was actually mine.
And to make matters worse,
you brought HIM with you;
and he wanted HIS.
And although he could have SHARED YOURS,
he didn't. He wanted it all to himself.
AND he wanted MINE.
And so it all went wrong.
There was the Spanish Armada
and the French Revolution
and the Second World War
and Vietnam
and Tony Blair
and it's all such a MESS!
And yet, it started out so WELL!
poem by Brian Taylor
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The language of the moment or, as it were, the language of the order in which we live, is the image. I felt that if I wanted to commune with the public, I should best do so through the language of image. It's a conscious embrace of a contradiction.
quote by Godfrey Reggio
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The Marvels of Music
A world without music would be so very plain.
From music, spiritually, there’s a lot to be gained.
It lifts your soul, when you’re feeling a bit down.
It is considered one of the best medicines around.
Through music, many emotions we can express.
It is one of the best known busters of stress.
There’s a wealth of rhythms the world wide.
Their power to pull people can’t be denied.
Music comes in so many different forms:
No one type could be considered the norm.
Without music, church bells wouldn’t chime
And our fingers and feet wouldn’t beat time.
Music unites the masses together in a single song,
Even when everything around us is going wrong.
In our bodies, we feel the beat.
To the music, we move our feet.
It has the ability to calm and relax you,
Plus, the ability to exhilarate and enliven to.
Music is a common language, which unites.
It is a force which has plenty of might.
When you hear someone begin to sing,
You often find yourself wanting to join in.
It often brings smiles to people’s faces,
As they go through their daily paces.
It’s great to sing along with your favourite pop star,
At home, at work, in the car or wherever you are.
Music can make you feel like dancing around the floor,
When you’re getting bored with your household chores.
You can use instruments or just simply use your voice.
It’s totally up to you. It is entirely your own choice.
My love of music will never ever end.
To me, it feels like a very good friend.
With the pop group ABBA, I’d have to heartily agree,
In saying ‘Thank you for music, for giving it to me.’
poem by Angela Wybrow
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