Jingle
In just a vast nothingness
You unwind, holding on to the placid moments.
You suspend your thoughts
As everything starts from there
Need to get back to the origin
So that creative cycle revolves uninterrupted.
You delve into the strings of meditative incubation
From where music germinates
And engulfs far and wide.
You conjure up postures classical
Of the temple’s architecture,
As your elements spring up
Into a grace and elegance unforgettable.
You comprehensively mesmerise
The people, the place by the
Enduring jingles of your subtle feet.
I nourish and cherish
The remains of an echo of the jingles created
On the invisible walls of my soul
Long after the show is over.
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The Jingles From My Childhood
I still remember the jingles of my childhood
Run, run, run there is a fire on the mountain
Such sweat melodies that never brought bad mood
As my mum would always send me to the fountain
I still remember the jingle of my childhood
Pampanaaaa, were I used to run and hide
In those pitiful dark places in my neighborhood
Before my dad calls me out to wine and dine
I still remember the jingles of my childhood
An hwe weytsere oo obi ba oo, as my head feels drowsy
As if the drunkard's pot was the only thing I lived on as my food
Though when I return from such voyage my mum would show no mercy
I still remember the jingles of my childhood
Were I meet my sweetest love
We used to play mum and dad
On those very hot afternoon
poem by Samuel Donkor
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He Played to the Last String
Beads of sweat rolled, gleaming backs shook and twirled
Logs of fire added, pure smoke rose
In chorus, their voices went in unison, best steps competed
The jingles punctuated, and drums went in frenzy
His fingers danced with the harp's strings that made them wild
Alas, in crescendo, strings gave way one after and after.
Jingles and a string had to make it now, his voice punctuated
Infectious, in chorus they had applauded!
He PLAYED TO THE LAST STRING beamed the headlines.
A role in movie popped, he signed!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Invisible Strings
(ian hunter)
One, two, three
Well I woke up this morning - theres a girl in my bed.
How did she get there? was it something I said?
I dont understand it but somehow it seems
She visits me in invisible dreams.
Over and over I try to explain
How did that girl get into my veins?
Did somebody send her - was it my velvet wings?
And how does she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Ill still be playing my invisible strings
Well maybe she dont have a world of her own
Maybe shes using me just like a phone
And sometimes shes cool and sometimes she stings
And Im all tangled up in invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing those invisible strings
Well she never leaves - Im never alone
I aint in the book but shes still calling home
I tried to lose her - watch the tv
But that womans always picking on me
Well, theres strings round my body, strings round my heart
Id like to know where the string-pulling starts
Id give anything to meet the angel who sends
Invisible ink to my invisible pen
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
Oh yeah
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Dance
Holding the strings of vibes
We dance to the string of life...
Dance with me my handsome
Dance with me through the night
Dance with your arms around me
Holding me... Oh... so tight
Dance with me to the music
It's all about rhythm and beat
Just you and me together
Will sweat out the heat
Dance with me to a Salsa, under a starry night
Dance with me to the music, looking into my eyes
Let our lips tango to the rhythm of the beat
Just me and you together, slowly moving our feet
Dance with me my handsome
For this is all that.... I desire
Tender moments, to cherish and admire
poem by Meena Mustafa
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No Holding Back
(r. stewart, j. creagan, k. savigar)
A friend of mine called up said i finally had some luck
Could I have a minute of your time
I met a girl last night and try as I might
I cant get her off of my mind
She walked through the room and right then I knew
I finally found somebody for me
But to tell you the truth I dont know what to do
Should I go ahead or wait and see
I said give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Than to never love at all
Now Im the kind of guy whos normally quite shy
On romance I dont know a thing
But when she led me to the floor Id never danced before
Suddenly my feet had wings
I know that she wants me I want her too
But Im so confused I cant think straight
I feel so alive but on the other side
Should I go ahead or should I wait
I said give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Than to never love at all
So when the music starts to flow from your hearts
Like the coming of an early spring
When the river starts to flow between you soul to soul
May no man ever come between
Die in her arms if she wants you to
Be thankful for each passing day
When your eyes collide let your spirits fly
And pray to God its here to stay
And I said give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Give it all you got no holding back
Let a light in your soul
Aint it better to lose in love than to never love at all
Than to never love at all
Than to never, never love at all
Aint it better to lose in love than never love at all
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Body Is A Temple
They say your body is a temple, and I found
This to be true, for in my temple I found you.
I felt your soul surround me like a mist
On a foggy day, and right then I knew
That in my heart forever you would stay.
My body is a temple and
You are the foundation
you control my heart
And every sensation.
Now this temple had become a temple of two
For it belonged to me and you.
We built this temple for all the world to see
That thru love this is the way it should be.
When you’ve shared the most precious
Moments that GOD did provide
When not on all topics did we see eye to eye
When in sickness you was the comforting stone
And you know that you’re not alone.
When that temple seems to be falling apart
And you‘ve lost all hope in your heart.
When it seems like you have no other place to go
And your thoughts are moving slow
That is when you turn to the lord above
To show you how to rekindle that love.
The body is a temple and in it I found you
And with your strength I know what I have to do.
I will rebuild this temple with the love of my life
For you are my partner, my lover, my wife.
poem by Louis Rams
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But those musics do not address the larger kind of architecture in time that classical music does, whatever each one of us knows that classical music must mean.
quote by Michael Tilson Thomas
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And what classical music does best and must always do more, is to show this kind of transformation of moods, to show a very wide psychological voyage. And I think that's something that we as classical musicians have underestimated.
quote by Michael Tilson Thomas
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The Old Homestead
'Tis an old deserted homestead
On the outskirts of the town,
Where the roof is all moss-covered,
And the walls are tumbling down;
But around that little cottage
Do my brightest mem'ries cling,
For 'twas there I spent the moments
Of my youth,--life's happy spring.
I remember how I used to
Swing upon the old front gate,
While the robin in the tree tops
Sung a night song to his mate;
And how later in the evening,
As the beaux were wont to do,
Mr. Perkins, in the parlor,
Sat and sparked my sister Sue.
There my mother--heaven bless her!--
Kissed or spanked as was our need,
And by smile or stroke implanted
In our hearts fair virtue's seed;
While my father, man of wisdom,
Lawyer keen, and farmer stout,
Argued long with neighbor Dobbins
How the corn crops would turn out.
Then the quiltings and the dances--
How my feet were wont to fly,
While the moon peeped through the barn chinks
From her stately place on high.
Oh, those days, so sweet, so happy,
Ever backward o'er me roll;
Still the music of that farm life
Rings an echo in my soul.
Now the old place is deserted,
And the walls are falling down;
All who made the home life cheerful,
Now have died or moved to town.
But about that dear old cottage
Shall my mem'ries ever cling,
For 'twas there I spent the moments
Of my, youth,--life's happy spring.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Two Deep Silences..
Two deep Silences-
One, of meditative Sculptor
Other, of the Boulder
In timeless penance
Melt in intense passion
Through rhythmic jingles
Of dancing chisel.
A marvellous Beauty
After months of
Labour pains
Is born
Out of its womb!
O! is it the dream
Of damsel rock?
Or, is it Full Moon
Churned out of
Two silences
By sharp clinks
Of cute chisel?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Show me my Africa!
Show me my origin...
Show me my land...
Show me my Africa...
Shine and support the spirit of UBUNTU.
Take me back to where i belong,
Where birds fly well peacefully,
Where every creature is happy.
Let me hear African stories,
Let me see its natural beauty landscapes.
Show me my land...
The land of great heroes,
Where Nobel peace price winners were born.
Where fighting and murder is a sin,
Where all people wish one thing,
Where all people preach one thing,
Where all people practice one thing,
Where everyone wants PEACE.
Let me hear those voices of hope...
Land of admissible and prosperity,
Where cultural diversity means nothing, but
Brings us together as valiant regiments.
Past is the past and let us let it pass...
Show me my Africa...
Where robust and intrepid people lives,
Where the beauty of cultures reflects.
Let discrimination be the history
And believe in the beauty of Africa.
Show me my origin...
Let me venerate and cherish its traditions..
Let me be the true African.
Take me back to Africa.
Show me my origin,
Show me my land,
Show me my AFRICA..
('ubuntu' is a Zulu word meaning humanity)
poem by Siyabonga A nxumalo
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I am driven to silence
Once again a political war,
Life is getting marred.
Bombs are often blast
Shops by overnight are holocaust.
Flags are flying high
Man is but making sighs!
Soft winds are now gone
Human mind is torn!
I was in that place,
Decades reel in grace!
A beautiful country side,
Gentle hearted people, no chide.
Before my going there
A similar storm was over.
I was in a love dale
Life was a happy sail.
Five months and no more,
But vivid memories evergreen!
I cherish those days,
Into living moments I sway.
Now, as I read the news
I am driven to silence.
Where are those windy meads?
Turned into barren lands, instead?
My prayer is this-
Let life be ever blest.
Let blood ooze not out of lust,
In that alcove, I too had a nest.
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In a village called Nadapuram (near Vadakara - Northern Kerala) I happened to be living for just five months way back in 1981. This is a muslim populated area. The mosque there is ancient and very popular (Nadapuram Palli) . The architecture bears sure signs of an old Hindu temple. People are really loving. I can still recall those days with pleasant memories. Of and on political wars stage in that place but during my days, the winds were steady and calm. After the office hours, I used to go for long walks with my friends in that country side. As I presently read about the calamity that has taken place in that little town, my memories go back through decades and I am driven to silence.
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poem by Ravi Panamanna
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In a way, the history of jazz's development is a small mirror of classical music's development through the centuries. Now jazz is a living form of original music, while classical music has gotten to the end of its cycle in terms of exploring its form.
quote by Mike Figgis
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Ballade Of Mature Beauty
Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.
Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.
poem by Albert Price
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Where the gold jingles more, I run more quickly.
He Cares For All
There is not one soul anywhere, for whom The Lord doesn’t care,
As Christ reaches far and near, to touch the heart, filled with fear,
With The Holy Spirit, sowing seed, helping men to see their need,
Bringing hearts to that place, where they see their need for Grace.
He’s a God who cares for all, and changing not since Adam’s fall,
And the Paradise created then, will be the same for believing men.
God wants no one to perish; the very heart of the God we cherish,
Who wants all men to come to Him, to be delivered, from their sin.
Paradise, man was forced to leave, shall return for all who believe,
For it was sin that was excluded, in the Garden, man was included,
From the garden man lost his way, and he remains lost to this day,
Even though God was never lost, to restore man He paid the cost.
God had sent His Only begotten Son, into this world for everyone,
Restoration for us came in Him, who would destroy death and sin,
Christ came as God’s Sacrifice, to bring all men back to Paradise,
And all we must do is believe, and eternal access we shall receive.
Eternal access to a sinless place, totally supplied by God’s Grace,
A Grace that reaches everyone, if you will only believe God’s Son,
And listen not to the other voice, that swayed Eve’s costly choice,
But, be influenced by God’s Love, who wants all in Heaven above.
(Copyright ©12/2007)
Jingle, Jingle, Nickels in the Pocket
christmas - not always cold and snow
but wont ever be without the nickels
try walking through orchard road singapore
where christmas is the prime draw of the year
walk through any street round the world this season
to feel how drenched you would feel
without the real fuel for life
snow can be of cotton, white rolled papers
mary and jesus cut out painted stereofoam
but xmas will never be without the jingles of the nickels
down and up, up and down the street
everywhere is the reindeer pulling at the sleds
and magnanimous rosy cheeked big belly father christmas
and his bags of presents ever so near, yet so far away
if you do not have the jingles of the nickels in your pockets
everywhere they talk about giving presents, receiving presents
but never will the season be without the nickels in the pockets
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Music
Verse 1
As far back as I recall.
You have played a major part.
Inspired me to see my place in life.
You give me reason to create.
Verse 2
Every day is brand new.
There's something you've introduced
And you have touched me in those places,
that no one but you can reach.
Chorus
You take me to this high, I feel like I can fly.
The melodies you send me (ladadadadadadada)
The music in my heart, the music in my mind,
the music in my soul the music in me.
Verse 3
Now here I am at this place.
I've tried to get to all my life.
Where I can show you all my love so much,
so many people we can touch.
Verse 4
I won't disappoint you.
Show me the world, I'll go with you.
No limitations to our journey,
please help me be all I can be.
Chorus (3 times)
Vamp
I've been in love with you, with you all my life.
Through everything it's been just you and I.
You know my true thoughts, what is deep inside.
You allow me to interpret them through you (ohhhh).
Chorus (and add lib)
song performed by by Vivian Green
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The advertisers who believe in the selling power of jingles have never had to sell anything.
quote by David Ogilvy
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Elements of Life
My mind is
a studio.
Always different
projects taking place.
Art, Dance,
Poetry, and Music.
Elements told in
different ways.
The art is
my creativity.
The expansion
of my mind.
The dancing is
what makes me stable.
To keep my mind
from running wild.
The poetry
hits hard.
Unleashing the emotions
locked away inside me.
The music is the
thoughts that i storm up.
To tell of my
understandings
These are the
elements that make
up my culture
And my culture
will not die
These are the
Elements that
makes me.
These are my
Elements of life.
poem by Edward Rios
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