Tribute To Professor P.Sambamoorthy
A tiny seed grown into a Banyan tree
Shoots noted aerially in deep roots
To grow repeatedly for aeons
Till the Earth's last breath
Blown out musically
Faming on into the ether...
Look, the wide mouthed sky
Exclaiming over an immortal service
Raga Devathas felicitating..
Advocated his musical eminence
The morning raga in the curriculam
Thence
The Sun in its universal voyage
Singing and preaching his words
Moon too along with the dancing stars..
The glory of a musical personality
Albeit a face of an attorney
Found founding a modality
Musicality in Madras university
Prof.P.Sambamoorty..'Maker of a musical century'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Banyan Tree
Banyan tree, banyan tree
that century old banyan tree
standing grandeurly for us to see
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Cool breeze passing through
seeking blessings of banyan tree
branches shaking in approval
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Glassy green with majestic trunk
touching the earth, not breaking free
shelter home for different birds
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Yellowish streaks, some with reddish tinge
welcome every season with a glee
symbol of eternal life
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Shedding leaves, like tears falling
a grandfather lamenting on its knees
new plants cuddling around
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Lord Buddha became its buddy
meditation was the only key
peace you get underneath
that is why it is banyan tree.
Banyan tree, banyan tree
wish fullfilling, it is banyan tree
just pray here and let you see
Banyan tree, banyan tree.
A life giver and just for free
Banyan is my national pride
preserve these at any cost
don't commit a homicide?
God blessed us with banyan tree
heat absorbing banyan tree
has healing powers this banyan tree
banyan tree, banyan tree.
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Madras
The ambience of the oceanic swells
The azure of the sky drowned therein
The sandy shore with ozonic breeze
The uncluttered stretch up the last eyeline
Eaten the sun-feast beatan by night gleam
Starry twinkling winking at statues' conspiracy
Over the panorama the illuminated beam
The light-house sea-marking with accuracy
There, her majesty queen Mary
With her radio recreations
Literates of Presidency and University
Smiling Mahathma musically on fridays
Spinning around many a pantheon
Of heritage and history
Names of many a medallion
In library of a century
Deities of age old temples
Festively resonating in academies
Music, dance and drama in ripples
Yearlong by dignitaries
Theosophy under an aeoned banyan tree
clasically singing and dancing
Pinking palace of an art-gallery
Bubbling with handicraft and painting
Many more left here though
True you delighted me
That did I once bow
In proposal to Ye
Madras o' madras!
Did love you darling
But long back once
Now you are rotting
Corrupted with terrific traffic
Overflowingly endangering
Need a vehicle to pick
Passengers even to other side crossing
You've grown scraping the sky
Atop no dredging even a pail of water
So high a basin a bay
Threatening when a tsunami does enter...
Why Madras, why?
So many whys are there
Don't throw back a why
When said 'no more proposals dear'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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To me, the musical is best when it's a musical comedy. So if you have a very, very funny show, and very good, funny songs, that's what the musical does best.
Musical chair
Musical chair is not mine
I can not share the musical chair with others.
I never play with musical chair
I do not believe musical chair can be played.
I believe mine is mine
And yours is yours.
I can not take away your right
You can not take away mine.
The world is here, look
With a musical chair.
I am here and also you are.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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She was an Angel
It was written in the stars
That she would be something special
She was an Angel
A musical entrepeneur
Off the past, present and the future
Her voice was real
There was no need to mimic
Her romantic musical lyrics
She was an Angel
People were always curious
About this musical genius
Many used to climb the hills
And stand still
Just to hear her making love
To the strings of her guitar
She belted out songs
Some in a whisper
While the crowd will chant away
Delighted to hear her play
She was an Angel
A profilic writer
An Angelic diva
A musical master
feeling the air with pure emotion
Music was her entire life's devotion
She was an Angel
Her words were magical
Always casting on the crowd a spell
Taking them momentarily
out of their troubled hell
Yes it was written in stars
That she would be something special
She was beautiful
She was wonderful
She was an Angel
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Musical Instruments To Produce Love
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for Cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances
Dances for Serbia Ladies
Samba shake body make bottom dazzle our eyes for laughter
I did not have shoes, i complained crying profusely until i saw a man without legs, i have legs and i can dance
Love sparkles beauty
Beauty sparkles dance
Dance for all is fun
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances, we are dancing
Babies Bobos want to dance, dance away your sorrows until day - break
We are dancing
Musical instruments produce melodious sound for love flow, caresses and kisses
Dance away your sorrows
We are dancing
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Europop
it's a musical kink coming from our roots
and we play it loud cause it's groovy with a style
it's a cultural thing from all country wide
it's a musical flag and we call it Europop
always Europop: Europop
from the TV sets to the radio
you can feel the force of the music in the night
all through Amsterdam straight to Italy
you van feel the beat of a European thing
song performed by by Eiffel 65 from Europop
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Sonnet- Nature Is Wonderful
A Banyan sapling's growing on the wall;
From near the drainage-pipe, luxuriantly;
Astonishing the people near-by all;
Its trunk looks almost like a mini-tree.
Look how, the leaves appear so verdant, stiff;
The aerial roots are three metres in length;
The tree looks gorgeous as if on a cliff;
And everyday, God gives it greater strength.
Bless'd is the Bird who spat the Banyan-seed;
Thanks to the water o'er-flowing from tank;
'Tis photo-synthesis, soil-less, indeed;
It cant grow fast like ones on River-bank.
But if the roots manage to reach the ground,
The tree will live a thousand years, ‘Tis found.
poem by John Celes
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Valse
How like a game of musical chairs
these fee-for-service systems
where profit is the goal, not service,
and people do not ask
'what can I do for you', but
'what is it worth to you? '
What can repair the sentiment once,
honest and pure,
lost?
How like a game of musical chairs
when bosses, cold to peoples losses
underwrite their profits with their blood,
caring only for their own and their constituents' enrichment,
and greed dazzles need
through the blandishments of advertisement
tv and the movies.
fa!
How like a game of musical chairs.
These fee-for-service systems.
Remove one chair, ok, you can still play.
Remove two, be glad it isn't you.
Take three, take four,
how, you wonder, many more
need pick up and move away.
Just sit down.
This is the way that cities drown
In lethargy and fun-
The emptier the drum
the further it resonates
still the music plays!
Outsource for cheap labor and complain of China?
fa!
But, of course,
there will always be a chair for the boss.
And a nice one.
Not very poetic?
Perhaps not. But poetry is sometimes more than boats on lakes.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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From Hank To Hendrix
From hank to hendrix
I walked these streets with you
Here I am with this old guitar
Doin what I do.
I always expected
That you should see me through
I never believed in much
But I believed in you.
Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?
From marilyn to madonna
I always loved your smile
Now were headed for the big divorce
California-style.
I found myself singin
Like a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end.
Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?
Sometime its distorted
Not clear to you
Sometimes the beauty of love
Just comes ringin through.
New glass in the window
New leaf on the tree
New distance between us
You and me.
Can we get it together
Can we still walk side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?
song performed by by Neil Young
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Look at us...
These signs of silence,
Are the reasons of urn absence.....
Yearning for your embrace,
And feel your sweet grace,
Resting by the fireplace..........
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
Sun is shining in the sky,
You're arms, that's where I’m gon' die...
Our love is so clean,
Unusual, nobody has seen,
I’m gon'nestle it & make it endlessly green....
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
You belong to me,
No matter where, we'll be...
You are always mine,
My love, my sunshine.....
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
poem by Neha Aradhye
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I'm doing a play, a musical. The musical follows the Mamma Mia concept. It's my first LA theater project.
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In the theater, it's about taking time in a musical segment, a pause in a musical way and then moving on.
quote by Marcia Gay Harden
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We decided we didn't want to do a musical for TV because the idea of writing a musical that would be seen on television once seems insane.
quote by Neil Tennant
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But I'm not adverse to the idea of Torch Song as a musical. It would just be different. Because the play will always be there exactly as it was, and in a musical you could tell a lot of the story through songs.
quote by Harvey Fierstein
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Midnight
It's midnight, the house silent,
in the distance a musical instrument
being played softly. I am alone.
It's as if the world has come to an end
on a low musical note
poem by David Ignatow
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I don't just come from a musical family, but from a musical community.
quote by Lesley Garrett
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The Guilt
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Oh how I wish I could undo the things I have said and done to you.
It's all my fault.
I'll take all the blame hand to god.
Every time you cried I claim it as my own.
And now I'm living a shallow life all alone.
Their is some things you just can't condone.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
To move on is so hard.
Love has retarded all my movements.
Slow has slow can be.
A distinguished defeat.
A gallant retreat.
Is never full of such deceit.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
The people have spoken.
Capital punishment for a capital crime.
Maybe not in your eyes.
But most certainly in mine.
Grinding the steel down to tip so fine.
A brutal way to inflict the pain.
I do this to myself in your name.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
How can I defend my actions.
How could I have walk down this road of hate and rage.
How can I claim to even be a poet of this day and age.
Mere ramblings that now feel so fake.
Everyone I've written was for her sake.
Everyone was just another page of mistakes.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Making another promise I can never keep.
Wounding and broken.
I'm of the god forsaken.
Please don't come near me.
I'll just hurt you.
The same as always.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Just push everybody away.
For I can no longer stand the pain.
It has driven me to the brink of insanity.
This is just a sun shiny day.
A wooers moment, but I'm no longer in that kind of mood.
What would you conclude?
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Is it just another interlude to something ever greater?
Am I to be another wannabe be saviour.
I hold my petty sword and shield.
Ready to defend but to what I don't know.
I let everyone I loved go.
Burn the flag and let it wave.
For their is nothing left to save.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I think I was first awakened to musical exploration by Dizzy Gillespie and Bird. It was through their work that I began to learn about musical structures and the more theoretical aspects of music.
quote by John Coltrane
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Certainly one of the more common experiences in the jazz field is discovering someone new. Improvising musicians are capable of being musical travelers, voyagers. We want to join in on whatever we hear. There is a freedom to wander the musical landscape.
quote by Gary Burton
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