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Chaconne

Wood polished into angel sighs
World of pirates hears the morning
Great steeples chime like hope
Masons sending their sons to masters
Good men born into fire
Stradivarius in the hands of love
Medieval wood varnished in renascence
Hellene in Austrian Pines
Tchaikovsky sees a star
Echoes of reason romantic as science

New fronteers sired in enlightemnet
Preludes with kings with tears
Lovely rosewood tables
Cherrywood chairs on blue gold carotets
Sculpted maidens of the river chalice
Sequitor sirens chittel sumptous limmericks
Born into the rezins of beauty
Ballay graceful as dignity
Ideals unfold on a elegant violin
Johann Sebatian Bach is immortal

Chaconne like wings of heaven

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Dreams of Vienna

Solstice elves quiet as a fox
Light and snow on the morning pines
Vivaldi writes for the seasons
Symphony of grace and beauty
I wish I were in Vienna
Covered in the jeweled myths
Calling Bach, Mozart, Beethoven
Evening gowns swirl to a waltz
Fall leaves dance like elegant notes
Carriages with ladies dressed like flowers

Poise, science, enlightenment
Music reflecting faith and hope
Male and female in Greek ideals
The reformation sighing freedom
Renascence spurring the arts
Classic forms touching the world
Concert Halls like portals of angels
Vivacious architecture for the ages
A string section like a bolt of heaven
Dreams of Vienna under the starry night

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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No More Islands

Blue green winds of cruelty
Novice medieval castle
Hellene temple turned to ice
They land with hard chains
Formulas of Atlas
Invasion
Ring the bells of Poe
All of them

Insidious wolf
Blanchard kingdom
We are the paint of Stalin
The dead dreams of gold
Sterile soul of utopia

You are vision
She sees the war of soul
Roman ships on fire
Her heart beats like dawn
Back on the narrow road
Brothers embrace eternal eyes
Sealed with beauty
Gentle lilies of the field
Dignity burns in unity
She brings good tidings

No more islands

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Recollections of Our Native Valley

Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood,
With wildering sound goes winding ever.
Oh! often yet with feeling strong,
On that dear stream my mem'ry ponders,
And still I prize its murm'ring song,
For by my childhood's home it wanders.
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood,
There's music in each wind that blows
Within our native valley breathing;
There's beauty in each flower that grows
Around our native woodlands wreathing.
The memory of our brightest joys
Is dearer than the richest toys,
The present vainly shed around us.
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood,
Oh, sister! when 'mid doubts and fears,
That haunt life's onward journey ever,
I turn to those departed years,
And that beloved and lovely river;
With sinking mind and bosom riven,
And heart with lonely anguish aching,
It needs my long-taught hope in heaven,
To keep that weary heart from breaking.
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood.

poem by Gerald Griffin
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The New-England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day

Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house away!
We would not stop
For doll or top,
For 't is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes,
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
With a clear blue winter sky,
The dogs do bark,
And children hark,
As we go jingling by.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play-
Hear the bells ring
Ting a ling ding,
Hurra for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood-
No matter for winds that blow;
Or if we get
The sleigh upset,
Into a bank of snow.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To see little John and Ann;
We will kiss them all,
And play snow-ball,
And stay as long as we can.

Over the river, and through the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound,
For 't is Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate;
We seem to go
Extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait.

Over the river, and through the wood-
Old Jowler hears our bells;
He shakes his pow,
With a loud bow wow,
And thus the news he tells.

Over the river, and through the wood-
When grandmother sees us come,
She will say, Oh dear,
The children are here,
Bring a pie for every one.

Over the river, and through the wood-
Now grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurra for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurra for the pumpkin pie!

poem by Lydia Maria Francis Child
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Angel born on earth

They an angel that was born today
Not in heaven like the rest of them stay
The angel was born on earth sent by god
Not to spy on people but was blessed by the love of a family
The angel lays down looking around then see what he was going to live in.
Not that the angel was not loved as he was a gift sent from above.
The angel was a girl and she was going to be a life safer 5 years from now.
Not that any one else would know this now but she was gone safe the world.
The angel of life and death.good and bad that we had done.
Not that the angek cared god sent her to look after every one and tell them of love.

Angel born in heaven

poem by Kelly Berry
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You're an Angel

You're an angel that nobody can see,
Still, an angel is what you are to me.
An angel from heaven is what you are,
In my sky you're definitely a heavenly star.

You're an angel with beauty and grace,
You're kind and sweet, you've an angel face.
You have very graceful angel wings.
Happiness, joy, and love are just some things,

That an angel can give, and to me you've given.
In my heart and on my mind, is where you're livin'.
You have hair that is as soft as cotton.
A guardian angel is what I've gotten.

Your eyes are like sapphires that shine bright,
When everything is dark, you give me light.
You're an angel that gives me a reason to live,
You're the angel that teaches me to give.

You're the angel that makes me live another day,
You're the angel that teaches me the right things to say.
You're my angel and you'll always care,
You're my angel and you know I'll always be there.

(April the 4th.)

poem by Symone Raven
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U R My Angle

You're an Angel that nobody can see,
Still an Angel is what you are to me
An angel from heaven is what you are
In my sky you're definably a heavenly star

You're an angel with beauty & grace
You're kind & sweet, you have an angel face
You have very graceful angel wings
Happiness and joy are just some things
that an angel can give

In my heart & mind is where you're living
You have hair as soft as the white clouds
A guardian angel is what Ive gotten.
Your eyes are like sapphires that shine bright.
When everything is dark, you give me light.

You're an angel that gives me a reason to live,
You're an angel that teaches me to give.
You're an angel that teaches me the right things to say.
You're my angel & Ill always care.
You're my angel & you know Ill always be there.

poem by Ankur Garg
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Born In A Prison

Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Born In A Prison

Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week

A child that's born on a Monday
holds beauty in sight and mind.
A child that's born on a Tuesday
is graceful, sweet and kind.
A child that's born on a Wednesday
is a treasure, so they say.
A child that 's born on a Thursday
sees a quest with each new day.
A child that's born on a Friday
is loving and freely gives.
A child that's born on a Saturday
shows great work through how they live.
A child that's born on a Sunday
is happy, carefree and gay.
I guess you could say that a child is
special, no matter what the day.

poem by Christine K. Trease
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Christmas 2011

There’s no room in the inn tonight!
But Mary needs some place;
’Tis time for Jesus to be born;
Joseph wears vexed a face!

And Lo! They get the stable just;
The hay becomes the bed,
Where baby Jesus born is placed,
Swaddled in clothes to head!

An angel choir then brings shepherds,
Who sat around a fire;
With trumpets’ sound, good news is told,
With words played on lyre!

The Star of Bethlehem then stops,
Atop the inn for Kings;
Three Magi enter to worship
Boy Christ, the ‘King of Kings! ’

The Son of God is become flesh
In Mary’s womb on earth;
The love of God is born a man:
Emmanuel brings earth, mirth!

On Christmas Day, a Savior’s born,
In pitiable, a state;
He came to earth to save sinners,
And take to Heaven’s gate!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-12-11

poem by John Celes
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Traffic

Albert, Lupe, Gilbert and Sergio
Pirates of the tarried night
Slip right through the masters key hole
But are captured by the morns daunting light;
The bells chime out from the Citadel
A warning pre-dawn solar flare
Sirens of distant warriors clap with thunder
Capturing the Pirates with their bottled wares;
At last, Niagra falls 'tis falling
Yes, the jig is up our most fallen foe
One too many sips of your bootleg lightening
Sentenced ye Pirates to days of woe;

poem by Theodora Onken
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Born of Serenity

Born of Serenity
By: Adam M. Snow

The sky dancers' dance,
for the flower's grace,
angel tears by chance,
falls upon a new born's face.
Open all eyes,
seeing the world anew,
get up and rise,
and dive into the ocean blue,
deeper to a whole new world,
seeing life unlike before,
with morning dews impearled,
gold becomes the shore.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Princes Of The Universe

Words and music by freddie mercury
Here we are.born to be kings.
Were the princes of the universe.
Here we belong.fighting to survive.
In a world with the darkest powers.
And here we are.were the princes of the universe.
Here we belong.fighting for survival.
Weve come to be the rulers of your world.
I am immortal.i have inside me blood of kings.
I have no rival.no man can be my equal.
Take me to the future of your world.
Born to be kings.princes of the universe.
Fighting and free.got your world in my hand.
Im here for your love and Ill make my stand.
We were born to be princes of the universe.
No man could understand.my power is in my own hand.
Ooh.ooh.ooh.ooh.people talk about you.
People say youve had your day.
Im a man that will go far.
Fly the moon and reach for the stars.
With my sword and head held high.
Got to pass the test first time - yeah.
I know that people talk about me I hear it every day.
But I can prove you wrong cos Im right first time.
Yeah.yeah.alright.watch this man fly.
Bring on the girls.
Here we are.born to be kings.were the princes of
The universe.here we belong.born to be kings.
Princes of the universe.fighting and free.
Got the world in my hands.Im here for your love.
And Ill make my stand.
We were born to be princes of the universe.

song performed by by Queen
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Beauty is a Million Colors

Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen

Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you

Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess

Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf

To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew

poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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Three Shadows

I LOOKED and saw your eyes
In the shadow of your hair,
As a traveller sees the stream
In the shadow of the wood;
And I said, “My faint heart sighs,
Ah me! to linger there,
To drink deep and to dream
In that sweet solitude.”
I looked and saw your heart
In the shadow of your eyes,
As a seeker sees the gold
In the shadow of the stream;
And I said, “Ah me! what art
Should win the immortal prize,
Whose want must make life cold
And Heaven a hollow dream?”
I looked and saw your love
In the shadow of your heart,
As a diver sees the pearl
In the shadow of the sea;
And I murmured, not above
My breath, but all apart,—
“Ah! you can love, true girl,
And is your love for me?”

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Golden Avatar

Well I called you the keeper of my heart,
'Cos I felt that you'd been there waiting from the start,
From the start, yeah.
Well you said ""Do you remember who you are?
Did you know you fell from heaven like a star?""
Would we like to be that way again?
Born beside a holy river,
Darkened moon eclipsed the future,
Your name is gold forever,
Your name is gold forever.
Well they call you the Golden Avatar,
But nobody really knows you as you are,
And we'd like to see you shine,
Yeah we'd like to see you shine.
I can see by the light that you shine on me,
If I could surrender tomorrow,
That the flames of fire inviting me,
Are sending me further and further away.
Further and further and further and further away!

song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Colour does not make so much difference. Look at the Bach Chaconne: There is not one dynamic mark in the whole Bach Chaconne. Colours do not make so much difference.

quote by Ruggiero Ricci
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Phoenix Reborn

From the Great Fire’s ash, a new Phoenix shall rise
It’s glory is born from another’s demise
It’s mighty wings spread, as the Fire Bird sings
It’s voice heals the world, as it spreads it’s great wings
It rises above, a new King of the Skies
To the ends of the Earth the great Phoenix flies
Reborn from ashes, the Great Flame of the Sky
But in a burst of flame, this Phoenix shall die
Reduced to but ash, 'til the fire is stoked anew
This is the fate of the Phoenix, King of Skies Blue
From the ashes of death, shall a great flame be born
From the Great Fire’s ash, mighty Phoenix reborn

poem by Tim Vallie
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A New Star

Orbison dees
The evening sun is falling that old blue moon is calling
My guardian angel in the sky came through
To help all my dreams come true theres a new star.
Theres a new star coming tonight, theres a new love burning
So bright for a new star of love is born between the earth and sky
For you and i.
Theres a new star
The moon was dull, the sky was cold and gray
There were no stars to light my lonely way
And then I traced the lovelight in your eyes
To a new star twinkling in the sky burning bright, day and night
Now Im alright, now were together, lovers forever
A new star, a new star to light our way
Theres a new star burning for us, theres a new world turning for us
Theres a new star sparkling in the sky.
Theres a new star shining somewhere and we know the reason why
Theres a new star way up there for a true love
A new star for our love will never die.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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