Serene Morning
The world starts this morning
brought shivers, chills and sting
yet as early morning birds sings
to my soul, serenity it brings
In my heart, I in bliss
the world, I it pleased
Its beauty I'd really miss
my life be in peace
The sky yet be blue
overhead is blood hue
everything seems so true
all left needed is you
The radiant-colored butterflies
floats freely on their wings
and the sweet, tender lullabies
The song nature sings
what a peaceful melody;
unpredictable waves of the sea.
Electrifying touch of breeze,
Our eternal time that freeze.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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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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Birdsong
The morning air suddenly comes alive,
With beautiful birdsong, in bursts of five.
Sometimes, there are bursts of seven or six,
To add a dash of variety, to the musical mix.
From other birds, there is no competition;
To sing the best, this bird is on a mission.
He sings his song loudly, and crystal clear;
Sat way up high in the tree, he feels no fear.
To his heart’s content, the little bird sings;
Joy, to nearby shoppers, his sweet song brings.
I hear the shrill trill of a nearby burglar alarm;
Compared to the bird’s trill, it holds no charm.
Hearing his call, really brightens up my day,
As I pass him by, and go steadily on my way.
Some people are too busy to notice his call;
Upon their deaf ears, his pretty voice falls.
In the natural world, there’s beauty to be found;
You need only to listen, and look all around.
If you just take your time; if you do not rush,
You will find beauty aplenty in the relative hush.
Listen to the birds singing, way up in the trees;
Their voices are carried upon the winter breeze.
By such sights and sounds, you will be thrilled;
With nature’s beauty, your senses will be filled.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A good morning wish
A touch
Like the first ray of morning Sun
Wipes out the accrued pain of darkness.
The world of mine of a sleepless night
Suddenly gets drenched in flurry of colors.
The silence breaks with so much of joy all around.
Hear it in birds' song,
In fluttering wings of butterflies,
In opening of petals of blossoming flowers.
Your Good Morning wish sets free my Captive heart
It spreads wings and soars high,
Embracing the blue of endless sky.
I feel my heart gets painted in colors
Of this blissful world of flowers
And butterflies.
Suddenly I find my world has no horizon.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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The Melody Of Love
The melody of love!
It's such a beautiful moment!
When loving eyes meet,
The words you don't need.
The lightning sparks the hearts,
The holy union starts.
The melody of love was born.
The whole land it would adorn.
It's divinely beautiful,
It's graceful and faithful.
It's virgin pure,
It's impossible to reassure.
Its gusts are noble,
It's just youthful.
For two the nightingale sings,
For two God brings wings
And join their hearts.
For two a new life starts.
The melody of love!
It's just a tender touch.
It's beautiful as such.
It's beautiful in a dance,
It's beautiful in a sincere glance.
The melody of love!
It's in a tender kiss,
In tremulous words you miss.
It's the unit of two worlds
Swirled in one tight node,
No one knows its code.
The melody of love!
Hearts are filled with happiness,
Souls know only kindness,
There is no strength to part,
It's so light on the heart.
The melody of love!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Theocentricity (being touched by touching a rock)
What is this magnificent desert rock I have found?
Perhaps a piece of some sacred ground?
Or a grand work of ancient art
from the depths of a great creator's open heart.
-Mystery rides redolent in the air
Beauty abounds and distinct divination is to be found,
Everywhere.
The wind sings its sacrosanct song
With it the trees softly sway and dance along.
All of nature sings,
And the Wonder of redemption
Awaits in the wings...
The sunset covers the Western horizon with blood,
Washing the troubles of this day
Forever far away,
As God watches and blesses from above.
A full moon giving grace
Flows through the desert night
Allowing a view of
The most wonderous sight:
A hungry old owl
On wing takes flight,
While the stars overhead
Delightfully twinkle so bright.
-In the morning the sun arises in the eastern sky
Just as an eagle rises to fly...
Why these moments cannot last?
Why all of time rolls on and on so very fast?
In this world
So much is simply unable to be explained;
Like the way it feels standing in the desert
During a slow cool rain,
Or sitting on a mountain top alone
With the fragrant breeze
Whispering grace among the trees,
Surreptitiously telling you
That somehow here and now
You are closer than ever to your own true Home.
Blessed are the things visceral
That trenchantly touch and calmly caress
Heart, mind and soul;
These sweet -if seldom realized- ontic movements of life
So deeply alive, I cannot truly reify,
Yet somehow I do deeply know,
And can't help but ponder
Why it is so.
For of the deepest things it seems
Humanity is allowed only a glimpse,
Merely a touch,
Perhaps any more here and now may be far too much.
So they continue to come and go,
Ebb and flow,
And here refuse to stay
As if only sent temporarily
With some divine message to say:
' At the center of everything -even a small desert stone- is God,
Life's Ultimate Concern.'
And through all these things
Of great eternal love and wonder
We are all certainly able to learn.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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An Oarsman
Where is the coast?
Just in the boat
With no one around
He sings even a song!
In western horizon
The king 'Sun' sleeps alone
Merry clouds go brown
(So far) He sings the song!
A shower of rain
Can't let him pain
Miss.Windy starts to frown
(So far) He sings the song!
With force of angry waves
Even rocks can be damaged
How about his wooden bound?
(So far) He sings the song!
His old rudder shapes him solo
How to manage to and fro
Further rowing, no allowed
(So far) He sings the song!
Oh, my dear oarsman!
I wanna know your song
Give people to be strong
Like you, never down! !
poem by Eindaray Kyaw
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The Cosmic Orchestra
With the break of dawning day,
The feathered folks greet the world,
In resonant notes of alluring songs,
They fill the hearts with rapturous glee.
Far or near a church bell sings,
Vibrant notes of chiming verse,
It floats around in rambling waves,
Urging the world to wake and work.
On fluttering wings the gentle breeze,
Comes down, to tickle the tender leaves,
Together do they sing and dance,
In delightful chorus to thrill the hearts.
Later sometime the falling rain,
Sings a song in rhythmic notes,
With rising strains and falling lilts,
The music goes on high and low.
Far away from mountain slopes,
Flow down, narrow glistening streams,
Spiralling over pebbles and rocks,
They muse a melody so sweet to hear.
As the setting Sun in Western sky,
Paints the clouds in crimson shades,
‘The frayed nerves' stroll to the beach,
To feast on the song of surging waves.
When darkness spreads and wraps the earth,
Beasts and birds - they together sing,
The Grand Finale to the Great Concert,
Played in league with the Cosmic Band.
Music hides in every heart,
Its celestial strains nourish the lives,
Tune it right with prudent care,
Lest it die in the cacophony of sounds.
poem by Valsa George
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Let us realize our blessings
Early morning the sun's rays brings
The effulgence. The bird sweetly sings!
We open our eyes to a fresh new day.
And the morning breeze fans us away.
The colourful flowers happily sway,
Alluring the butterflies with them to play.
Clouds of cotton sail over the azure sky,
The green trees sway their branches by.
The mellifluous music assails our way,
Nature enchants us all over the day.
Our minds at these bounce and say,
The world is for us to be glad and gay.
Absolutely, our blessings we rarely realize,
We only harp on our deprivation and criticize!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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We Sing History
History sings, sings what?
Violence? Peace? No.
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears.
Like birds chirping
early in the morning.
We learn it. We treasure it.
We sing it… we sing it.
We became part of it.
It was always burning
since the world’s been turning…
History is an endless song.
Distressing, cheerful.
So many cries, so many deaths.
They fought for freedom,
we fight for peace.
Have we won?
Haven’t they heard we won the war
what do they keep on fighting for?
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears?
Like stars gleaming
in the dark naked sky.
It’s always there.
So why sing it? Why hear it?
Why learn it? Why treasure it?
Because…
we’re part of it….
poem by Fritzner Erauda
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Nightingale
(mccafferty, sweet, charlton, agnew)
1975 nazareth(dunfermline)ltd.
Sings a sad song for lonely women
Sings about women to lonely men
Sings a peace song to a soldier
Sings about loneliness to a friend
Shes a song, song singer
Let her music touch your heart
Shes a song singer from her heart
Sings a melody to haunt you
And some words to make you cry
If youre sad shell make you happy
When youre down shell take you high
Shes a song, song singer
Let her music touch your heart
Shes a song singer from her heart
Shes a song, song singer
Let her music touch your heart
Shes a song singer from her heart
Shes a song, song singer
Let her music touch your heart
Shes a song singer from her heart
song performed by by Nazareth
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Gaiety
The gayest songs of the morning
As the mist hangs over the hills,
For they dance, and they dance, in the Eastern world
While humanity pays its bills.
For the song of the Moonlight Sonata,
And the frost on the snow-white fields,
Oh! they dance, and they dance in the Eastern world,
While the yellow harvest yields.
The gayest songs of the morning
Forever the world goes round,
While the clock ticks by on the mantelpiece.
And the birds in the trees make a sound,
For ever and ever all nature sings,
While the lark up above doth soar on its wings,
And they dance, and they dance in the Eastern world
The gayest songs of they morning.
poem by Peter Buss
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A peace of mind...
When I wake up from my bed in the morning
My saturate eyes open slowly and welcomes the morning sun
Then I feel warm and comfortable at peace of mind
The morning smell of the earth reminds me my childhood
The wetness of flora brings me cool breeze.
I was born in this universe with peaceful nature around me
Then, I always felt that I was a star on my own brightness.
Learned, the love and kindness brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the prayers for God brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the help for helpless brings me a peace of mind
Learned, the life of peace brings me a peace of mind
When my saturate eyes close slowly and welcomes the silent night
Then I fall sleep comfortably at peace of mind while praying God
to have another peaceful day.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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In Summer
Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.
And now for the kiss of the wind,
And the touch of the air's soft hands,
With the rest from strife and the heat of life,
With the freedom of lakes and lands.
I envy the farmer's boy
Who sings as he follows the plow;
While the shining green of the young blades lean
To the breezes that cool his brow.
He sings to the dewy morn,
No thought of another's ear;
But the song he sings is a chant for kings
And the whole wide world to hear.
He sings of the joys of life,
Of the pleasures of work and rest,
From an o'erfull heart, without aim or art;
'T is a song of the merriest.
O ye who toil in the town,
And ye who moil in the mart,
Hear the artless song, and your faith made strong
Shall renew your joy of heart.
Oh, poor were the worth of the world
If never a song were heard,--
If the sting of grief had no relief,
And never a heart were stirred.
So, long as the streams run down,
And as long as the robins trill,
Let us taunt old Care with a merry air,
And sing in the face of ill.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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A view of spring turning into summer (hybridanelle)
From the time that the first sunlight hit me
I was surrounded by heat like a cocoon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
while the early morning breeze
kissed my cheek
with an early morning freeze
and there were clouds escaping from my mouth that I could see
evaporating like steam or gas from a balloon.
From the time that the first sun light hit me
some dust tickling my nose made me sneeze
and glorious bright rays
kissed my cheek,
buds opened on every plant and tree,
ants marched to and fro like in a platoon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
and I was experiencing days
of spring leading into summer
and glorious bright rays
and nature’s decree
summoning new seasons, made me feel like a tycoon
from the time that the first sunlight hit me
and the wind like a drummer
sweeping through sand, leaves and branches whistling its song
of spring leading into summer
and you my love, had to agree
that an awesome summer would be here soon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
as if this freaky wind was blowing me along,
turned part of me into nature and I saw it
sweeping through sand, leaves and branches whistling its song
and even you were in its spell and we
were both smitten with summer and spring that afternoon.
From the time that the first sunlight hit me
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
it was like standing on a high summit
while the early morning breeze,
turned part of me into nature and I saw it
with an early morning freeze.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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The whistling Breeze
listen, listen, the humming breeze calling each
name in the humid cooled air in the nostril sway;
that closes perfectly in the mode of the freezing
heart of early morning in the sofa you just lay, the
bumble bee wants you to stay and listen as it sings
your favorite sweet melody
stay, stay awake and suite yourself to
motionless blink, close your eyes and feel the soft
voice of prevailing wind of the moist and talk
endlessly in your thought the calling silence of the
moment; it has something to say and move and
wipe your tired body of discomfort for a whole day
your busy, even the cockroach may look ugly yet! it
give you the sweeten way to go
hold, hold not the burden, yet! let it feel, the beauty
of nature that whisper each day that sometimes, you
lost the meaning of today; the crow of the cock tells
you to remember that slowly down you’re in the right
way to fulfill your duty
forever, the soul calls and waits to listen the
daring voice of the nature, patiently hold the heart to
make a start; as the buzzing bee sings the perfect
harmony of each journey; the beauty of unity comes
in a most unforgettable memory of the past assembly
in this momentum of life letting it goes and flies
forever more
listen and go placidly my soul and return the heart that
rejoice each flow of great memory to live in every day
of your life……..God reminds you
poem by Antonio Liao
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The City Sings the Song of Death
The City sings the song of Death
Death that roams in the streets
Fearless and merciless, its hands smeared with blood
Its clothes drenched, its desire insatiable
It yearns for more bodies, for more and more
And yet more
The City sings the song of Death
A song whose tragic pitch would scare of birds
Were they to listen to its harrowing cadence
A song that makes babies cry and disturbs the old
A song that is sung by every one who lives in the city of Death
In fear, in pain, in terror
For Death itself has come to life
For Death itself, unchained and unchecked, roams around freely
Who shall now question Death?
The City sings the song of Death
My City sings the song of Death
I too sing the song of Death
And so do the millions that live with me
In the City of Death
poem by Abdul Samad
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When Smokey Sings
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed
In deep despair on lonely nights
He knows just how you feel
The slyest rhymes - the sharpest suits
In miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know youre right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite
And everythings good in the world tonight!
When smokey sings - I hear violins
When smokey sings - I forget everything
As shes packing her things
As shes spreading her wings
The front door might slam
But the back door it rings
And smokey sings...he sings
Elegance in eloquence - for sale or rent or hire
Should I say - yes I match his best
Then I would be a liar
Symphonies that soothe the rage
When lovers hearts catch fire
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know youre right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right - makes it outtasite
And everythings good in the world tonight!
When smokey sings - I hear violins
When smokey sings - I forget everything
As shes packing her things
As shes spreading her wings
Smashing the hell
With the heaven she brings
Then smokey sings...he sings
Luther croons
Slys the original - originator
James screams
Marvin was the only innovator
But nothing can compare
Nothing can compare
When smokey sings
When smokey sings - I hear violins
When smokey sings - I forget everything
As shes packing her things
As shes spreading her wings
She threw back the ring
When smokey sings...
Smokey sings...
Smokey sings...
song performed by by Abc
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A Story Of Old
She has heard stories of old
Of men with legs
That takes the lives of many
Of her friends
Is all this just a fantasy as she thinks of stories of old
As she sits basking in the sun
Her golden flesh cascading
With the sprays of the deep blue sea
She sits upon the rock
Were the waves laps
From morn to night
Braiding her long raven hair
As her tail sways to the waves
From story's of old
The golden rays reflect
Of the gems of spray
As it splashes around her
In its foamy depth of blue wonder
She opens her rose colored lips
To sing a soft haunting melody
That as captured a many souls
That has been cast into a world of bliss
She dives below the waves
To capture a friend
Its skin so smooth
As it roams the seven seas
They frolic and play
In the ocean of jade
That as carried the life
Of so many souls
Down to the depths of the seas
But amongst the beauty
Of the seven seas
She still wonders
How man can walk upon the earth
With two legs I might add
Is that no a tad strange
For one who lives under the sea
How can they breathe the air?
That strangles the voice of purity
How can they dance as gracefully?
As the dolphins swim
From place to place with so much ease
Then to her surprise
She finds a dream come true
The one that moves her soul
The one that makes her shake with
Exquisite joy at the mere sight of his face
Is a mere mortal just like you and me?
She longs to be apart of his world
To walk the lands and smell the flowers
That bloom in April showers
She longs to be apart of his world
To feel the warmth of Mother Nature
As the sun shines down on thee
She longs to taste the tender kiss
Of love that blooms inside one soul
As man and wife learns the joys of life
She longs to hear the laughter
Of children running through the lands
As they play hide and seek
In the land of make believe
She longs to hold a child
Close to her heart
And sing sweet lullabies
In a mothers world of bliss
Her soul bleeds
To hear the sounds of family
Singing their Christmas yuletides
With glee as they sing carols
Next to a snowy Christmas tree
All that just out of reach
As she watches with sorrow
At the man that invades her dreams
She glances at one last chance
To touch him briefly
As the waves surges
To carry her to her ultimate of all dreams
Tears fall as she realizes
To let him know she exists
She must risk her life for just one touch of bliss
She touches him briefly he sees her
She sees him he wonders
To himself is this just but a dream
He catches her beauty before a glimpse in the light
He catches his breath as he watches her float
In mid air graceful with all that she is
Then like a dream she fades
Into the deep blue ocean
Never to be seen again
Was it just a dream?
Was it just a fantasy of stories of old?
Of how mermaids captured the soul
Of mere mortal men to lure them
To their deaths to the bottom
Of the deep blue sea
Perhaps the vision he just saw
Was in fact just a fantasy
One told by many
A story of old
poem by Kaila George
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Gods Given Us a Gift
The sun shone down upon my face
As I kissed the morning dew
The wind blew gently though my hair
As if, you caressed my very soul
The stars that shine so late at night
Gives off a lullaby in song
The grass so green and ever soft
As we walk in natures bliss
Birds sing in twilight of day and night
Brings a bliss of natures muse
The sound of water cascading
Down the mountain side with glee
Makes us thirst for the beauty
That lives on around us all
Sometimes taken for granted
Humanity blinded by our world's schemes
So in Mother Nature's muse
Give us time to sigh in bliss
At a world, that is a wonder
Gods given us a gift
©Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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