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My son writes songs and plays. He sings like an angel.

quote by Edie Brickell
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My Heart Sings

My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.

poem by Jennifer Burns
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I Am Sound

For have I
Built a castle
Upon believing
Before I doubt
I have suffered
But my friends say
I have learned from it
And for have I
Believed the snow could
Not be freezing
Upon the ground
Now my ass
Is blue and black but
I am sound
And for have I
Belonged to no one
More than fleetingly and in doubt
I have had what
Now is gone but
Still I've known them
And for have I
I have absolved my-
Self of demons
I must confess
Having known them
Growing old then
I will rehehehest
But where are the songs
For me to sing along
When I am hoping
Someone writes one
For me
And sings me something sweetly
For I promise to sing along
And then we'll both know nothing's wrong
Singing na nana na
For have I
Delivered comfort
To the aching
And for the tired
With these words
Of comic wisdom
I have triahahaid
So where are the songs
For me to sing along
When I am hoping
Someone writes one
For me
And sings me something sweetly
For I promise to sing along
And then we'll both know nothing's wrong
Singing na
Nana na

song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Sing Softly the Songs of Your Angel

Sing softly the songs of Your angel
Let Your angel let you sleep
For Your angel, in her wisdom
has begun her angel’s song.

Sing softly song’s of Your angel.
It holds the angel’s power
It lets the angel let You laugh
It lets the angel make You cry

Sing softly songs of Your angel
In your angel You must trust.
Your angel only cares for You.
Your angel won’t let anyone hurt You.

WHEN YOU ARE LONELY
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES.
SING SOFTLY SONGS OF YOUR ANGEL
YOUR ANGEL IS WITH YOU

Sing softly the songs of Your angel
Let Your angel let You sleep
For Your angel, in her wisdom
has begun her angel’s song.

poem by Timothy Venard
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Miles Davis is one who writes songs when he plays.

quote by Gerry Mulligan
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Angel of Darkness

The Angel sits and writes
Writing out how she feels
Tears stream down her face
No one knows why
No one can see a dark, lonely angel
But a white, crystal angel

As the angel writes out her words,
No one can see her world
Her world of sorrow and pain
Blood is on the paper
Her dark soul can be seen

You can see her world
Full of ashes; nothing that can grow
You can see the full moon
Reflecting on her pale face
The angel can scream
Without making any noise
The angel can cry,
Without shedding a tear
The angel can hurt,
Without feeling anything inside

Because my emotions
Now are here…..

poem by Krystal Galvis
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Dear In The Headlines

Still in moonlight the scarlet sings
silver and black like piano keys
somewhere an angel gets her wings
call her for supper
and other things
still the the moonlight the scarlet sings
candy wrappers voices
pinned to the screens
somewhere an angel gets her wings
caught in the arms of a speakeasy
still in the moonlight the scarlet sings
bathing in the flashbulbs
and the legalese
somewhere an angel gets her wings
breathless and smoking chambers sings
of pages of magazines
stillin moonlight the scarlet sings
somewhere an angel gets her wings

poem by Patricia Schooff
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Angel Angel

Angel angel, tell me true-
Is his heart as big and true
As his eyes make me believe?
Angel, angel, tell me please.

Angel, secret friends are rare;
Such kindly faces, liars wear-
But he's a different kind, I think-
Would he stay, if I should blink?

Angel angel, nights are long;
All for him, I'd write my songs;
Angel, whisper in his ear-
Tell him: 'Joy- when you are near.'

poem by Patti Masterman
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Must

She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.

poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Wrapped In Angel Arms

The Angel was waiting,
Time was so near.
Then without hesitating,
The Angel was clear,
Who had been chosen,
To make this journey.
For God's own reason,
The Angel could see.
So tiny, so special,
While they lay sleeping.
God sent His Angel,
For the final blessing.
Wrapped in Angel Arms,
Sheltered beneath their wings,
Far from earthly harms,
The Angel softly sings
Beginning their sacred journey,
To the Promised Land.
The Angel acted faithfully,
To God's each command.

poem by Jessica Orrillo
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Juke Box Music

Theres a lady plays her favrite records
On the jukebox evry day.
All day long she plays the same old songs,
And she believes the things that they say.
Other ladies like to prance around
And flirt and dance the whole night through,
But she just sits and listens to here juke box records,
cause thats all that she wants to do.
She sings along with all the saddest songs,
And she believes the stories are real.
She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Its only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its only music,
Only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Seems to me shes in a fantasy.
Shes livin in a world of her own.
And we all agree that shes a mystery,
Because shed rather be all alone.
Evry guy will do his best to try
To put that music out of her head.
Forget all the songs,
And just dance to the music instead.
Its only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its only music,
Only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its all because of that music
That were slowly driftin apart.
But its only there to dance to,
So you shouldnt take it to heart.
Music, only juke box music.
Only music, only juke box music.
(repeat)

song performed by by Kinks
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King Creole

(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)
Theres a man in new orleans
Who plays rock and roll
Hes a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of king creole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Jumpin like a catfish on a pole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking king creole
When the king starts to do it
Its as good as done
He holds his guitar
Like a tommy gun
He starts to growl
From way down his throat
He bends a string
And thats all she wrote
Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He wails some blues about new orleans
Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet
No matter what he plays
You got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin fever
Baby, heaven sakes
He dont stop playin
till his guitar breaks

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Friendship of an Angel

God once made an angel then clipped the angel’s wings
And now at every twilight, a lonely angel sings
Her song of loss and heartache, of losing her best friend
The one she could rely on, on the one she could depend
But don’t cry my weeping angel, come take a look and see
For the angel who once lost her wings, is now taking care of me.

poem by Paul Colvin
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My Classmates

my classmates/friends are different.see how.

Kevin is super funny and fun and also silly and cool is in percussion

Kelvin is funny and he writes songs but he doesn't want anyone to know

Jasmine E. is fun and cool.plays the clarinet

Jasmine H. is also a poet and fun and nice :) plays the flute (me too)

Justin is annoying, a drama queen (king) and he thinks he is the boss of everyone (not really my friend) plays the saxophone (but SOMETIMES nice)

Brando is funny, clownish, funny, fun, and silly.plays the trumpet

Josiah is super silly and funny (in a nice way) and silly. plays the trumpet

Steven is silly and plays the saxophone

Diareliz is fun funny (used to be in band but not anymore)

Christian is smart like Daniel and does not talk much

Marquis is silly and always falling down

Kim is smart and silly and speaks 3 languages including these: Vietnamese and English and gibberish

Aarin is funny and a good friend

DANIEL IS smart and funny

Courteney is fashionable and a safety patrol

Eric is funny and hilarious

Rosemary is fun and plays with your hair

William is well i don't know how to describe him

Kayden is funny and sometimes annoying

Linquell is super funny

see how my friends are different.they are different, different in a good way.
how about yours?

poem by Adriana Salomon
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I am an Angel

i am an angel,
with no wings;
i am an angel,
that has a sad song, but cannot sing.
i am an angel,
that in silience, i cry;
i am an angel,
that tells lies.
i am an angel,
with no halo;
i am an angel,
that lays low.
i am an angel,
that has an extra hand;
i am an angel,
that tries to care for everyone that i can.
i am an angel,
that steals;
i am an angel,
that has a broken heart that never healed.
i am an angel,
with some love to give;
i am an angel,
that sometimes, doesn't want to live.
i am an angel,
that wants to be;
i am an angel,
that wants to leave.
i am an angel,
that has a secret past;
i will always be an angel,
even though i sometimes move fast.

poem by Ariel Sampson
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Some guitarists I know

Casey hides behind an Elvis swagger
And a marlboro red
He's small and charming
He has a smile that is velvet
He wants to live in a comic book
When he sings
Emotion hangs on his guitar strings

And He plays beautiful guitar

Green likes the blues
Johnny Lang, Stevie Ray
He has the style of Bruce Willis
Charms the pants off of most women
Sometimes he wants to be in love
But wonders why he cant love them
Like Jade and his mom

And He plays beautiful guitar

Dirty Kurt
Tall and lanky
Can write an enviable lyric in a second
Manipulates strings that makes girls weep
He has hearts in his eyes
Because He's in love with love
He has a radiant smile but his teeth are fake

And He plays beautiful guitar

John is solid as cement
Tall and expansive with big shoulders
With a big voice to match
Writes simple lyrics with complexity
He loves Iggy and the Stooges
And Mike Watt, Captain Sensible
John Lennon, Frank Black
Sometimes Eno

And He plays beautiful guitar

poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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Blue Valley Songbird

She was born in a place called blue valley
At the foot of the tennessee hills
With the blue birds and blue bells
And blue mountain water
And the sound of the blue whippoorwill
But there was no peace in the valley
Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man
Used and abused her mind and her body
So her mama said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did understand
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet
Her voice has that high, lonesome sound
She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it
So the blue valley songbird keeps traveling around
She hopes someday she will make it
And everyone says that she will
When she comes to town, crowds flock around
To see the girl from the tennessee hills
She writes her letter back home to her mama
In care of the preacher in town
Theyre sacred to her so she reads them at church
And so her daddy cannot track her down
And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby
Whenever she turns off the lights
Shes a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy
From memries and miseries and dreams gone awry
Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue cadillac
A band dressed in blue by her side
Instruments tied to the top and the back
cause the blue valley songbird is singing tonight
One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by
She never made it, but lord knows she tries
Expressing the feelings she holds inside
And the blue valley songbird is singing tonight
Oh the blue valley songbird is singing tonight
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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You r my Angel

You r my Angel

You r my angel the one who looks over me
You r my angel the one who cares for me
You r my angel the one who loves me
You r my angel the one who has beautiful brown eyes
You r my angel the one who has beautiful dark brown hair
You r my angel u will be there when I gets hurt
You r my angel u will be the one that is always on my mind
You r the angel that keeps me breathing
You r the angel of my dreams
You r the angel that keeps me alive
You r my angel that will cheer me up when i m sad

You r my angel that will love me lyk a sweet bess
You r my angel that will support me in my bad times
You r You r my loving Angel

Thanks for being my Angel

poem by Arjun singh Chhabra
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She

She watches the TV,
She reads the book,
She writes beautifully.
She sings, she dances,
She plays Lego & Barbie.

As you can see
She goes about
The house, being a
Busybody!
I’m not free either ;)
I’m so busy watching her
As every activity of hers
Mesmerises me.

Her looks,
Her actions,
Her expressions,
Her stares and ogles,
She engages me
Intensely!
And I don’t want to
Miss any.
Lest she grows up
Quickly,
Scurries out of home
For me to miss her
Miserably: (

Yes, you’ve guessed it right!

She’s none other than my
Dearest, darling Kochi.
I love her being a
Little girl, you see :)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My Angel

My angel is the one who looks over me
My angel is the who cares for me
My angel is the one who loves me
My angel has beautiful brown eyes
My angel has beautiful black hair
My angel will be there when I get hurt
My angel will be the one that is always on my mind
He is the angel that keeps me breathing
He is the angel of my dreams
He is the angel that keeps me alive
My angel will cheer me up when I’m sad
My angel will love me for me
He is my angel of my life

poem by Jessica Bousfield
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Hand Of God

Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I'm through with this
I am the worst liar I know
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)

song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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