Sharing Peace
Lost in a musical pilgrimage
We were impressed by beautiful melodies
Whose awesome sounds deeply resonate
As a true spiritual privilege.
Mind and soul shared a peaceful mood
For hours experiencing as much as we could
Helped by a violin, a guitar, and a flute
Nourishing our heart so mute!
(April 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Resonate You?
Resonate You within me?
His words resonate sounds as well sayings?
His writings resonate for me?
bombs exploded in beautiful love!
My lyrics resonate for you also?
Or silence in my paper is silence in your soul?
Do not tell me that
Or silence instead on my words.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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The Flutist
Oh sweet beautiful flutist
Play for me the beautiful melodies of your hearts desire
How softly do the graceful notes come from the instrument of your musical prowess
The sweet melodies that pour from your instrument of the heavens
Oh how they soothe my soul
Oh how they take away my past
Those beautiful sweet melodies from heaven
Oh sweet beautiful flutist
Let me play for you to sweet melodies
For I am not worthy to hear your melodies
The melodies from heaven
poem by Alex Fischer
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S.m.m.
Slow moving music.
Sleepy musical mood.
Sweeping manoeuvring minuet.
Soaring melody momentarily.
Sensitive meaningful melodies.
Sound mad maiden.
Soul musical mate.
Soul madly made.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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My God Is An Awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
And I have my eyes fixed on him today
While I am walking to school
Because God is coming towards me
To greet me
And there is something going on with my mind
But I don't know what my mind is trying to tell me
Or if God is coming to give me a message
Or to walk with me to school
And to make sure that I am safe while I walk to school
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He forgives everyone that sins here at home
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He lives inside of my heart everyday
Because I made room for God inside of my heart
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He will let the sun shine here at home every single day
And I look forward to the sun every single day
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
Because he is the maker of heaven and earth
poem by Aldo Kraas
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As long as its music
Please play me a symphony
Make a simple cheerful harmony
Please play me a chord from a guitar
For me, it does not matter
If I’m the only audience of your theatre
Give me some instrumental vibes
All rhythms and tunes are musically ripe
There is no need to take precaution
While playing the Banjo or flamenco percussion
As long as its music
We can all heal
As long as its music
We can all feel
We can sing out our hearts and soul
We can let this music take control
Please play me the drums
We can sing or we can hum
Please play me a CD or a hit record
We could sing to the tunes of an ipod
With the sounds of music we can compose a song
Maybe sing to the town’s bells chiming ding-dong
Please play me the sweet keys of a piano
Hit a sweet note that is a major or minor
As long as its music
We can all heal or cry
As long as its music
We can all feel or fly high
And I will be lost in your voice and eyes
Holding on to each minute that flies
Whatever sounds or instruments
I shall feel good in the moment
Please play me a note from a flute
Those peaceful sounds tend to soothe
I want to hear sweet, sweet music
Choose your lyrics, take your pick
My heart will dance, till she is weak
Get out that guitar, acoustic or electric
Please play me the violins of an orchestra night
String me some melodies in broad daylight
And we can rap to melodious sense or crap
While our feet’s playfully tap, tap and tap
As long as its music
We can dance along the shore
As long as its music
We can all take to the dance floor
And I say once more, once more!
As long as its music, I will only ask for more
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Flute Lads!
I flute the up and down of sun,
I flute the pallid moon,
I flute the rivers deep and wide
And down the merry tide.
I leave the rose so red
And pluck the lily white;
I flute upon my bed
And play into the night.
If I could flute forever
And play a merry tune,
Then I would know no sorrow
In April, May, and June.
So up and down the golden sun
And up the pallid moon,
Flute my lovely lads, flute,
In April, May, and June.
poem by Samuel Hardman
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Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem For Melanie)
Lights low, Moon glow
Nobody told me this the things that the nights show
Beauty in the dark helped me to know
What those.....Guitar strings
Can start to spring,
Melodies became her part thing
Dancing in my mind was the career choice
Modeling the idea that others ain't the one to act on
She feeling honored
Now I guess the feeling gone
of thinking I'm the only one
Tell me if you yet alarmed?
Is this too much to show?
When the lights low & the Moon glows?
Tryna match the tides
For the sake of trying to float?
Nice going....
This picture flick got me in the right moment
With the wrong thoughts
Futuristically imaging waking up to her with that smile on
Nobody told me what these nights brought.
Beauty in the dark just helped me to know
The type of mood those Guitar strings can start to bring
During the times lights low & the Moon glows
poem by Stevens Cadet
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The Song Remains the Same
You have morphed into a guitar
You’ve been transformed into musical notes
You have become
a plaintive song in my heart
That was all you were
That is all you are
That is all you'll ever be
I have said goodbye
I've thrown water to the fire
But still... the guitar weeps
Still... the silenced heart beats
© 2010 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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A Spiritual Journey
Many lovely stories have been told
So passionately, rich they are like gold.
Strong feelings, lively emotions have been preserved
So intensely, true they are so vivid!
Daily melodies have added a sweet flavour
Conveying divine messages from our Saviour.
A spiritual journey had its start,
And it will never stop or fall apart.
She is pursuing her dream warmly
Enlightened by the ONE who attentively
Guides her, feeding her soul and mind
To be able to reach there those so kind!
(7th July 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Music of the porcupine musician
I wanted so much
to stroke his face
that he can see
how the music of the day
sparkle in freshwater
and as the notes
splash and plop
it would contain
the best melodies
but would I
be able to
do that now
that his words
are godless here
scorning lemonade
on trays
organ and accordion
he rattles
and rises
threatening
I know music
it's white and black
ringed pins it is
aardvark holes and tunnels
bark and bulbs
fruits and tubers it is
the flute's breath run out
the guitar's day tunes weary
the violin ceased to play
long before the day
could argue with the night
he started rattling his quills
rising heavy metal without guitar
will he ever know how notes
sparkle in soft water
once the loose long pins
of his comrades start
shooting randomly?
All Day In Bed To Rest
So peaceful is the sleep,
That comes without upsetting news.
So peaceful is it,
To close one's eyes...
And not think of anything else,
Important left to do.
So peaceful too it is,
To know our neighbors ears...
Aren't pressed against the walls,
To listen to hear what's going on in our space...
Because they are not impressed by it at all.
So peaceful to know there is shared respect.
And a concern that is shown...
Known and it protects.
So peaceful is the rest one gets,
Just knowing one's life...
Is complete with happiness.
And with no regrets...
One can leave from one's doorstep,
And come back to be welcomed...
By the Sunrise, Noon and even Sunset.
If one chooses to stay,
All day in bed to rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Airs for the Lute
I
When the sobbing lute complains,
Grieving for an ancient sorrow,
This poor sorrow that remains
Fain would borrow,
To give pleading unto sorrow,
Those uncapturable strains.
All, that hands upon the lute
Helped the voices to declare,
Voices mute
But for this, might I not share,
If, alas, I could but suit
Hand and voice unto the lute?
II
If time so sweetly
On true according viols make
Her own completely
The lawless laws of turn and shake;
How should I doubt then
Love, being tuned unto your mood,
Should bring about then
True time and measure of your blood?
III
Why are you sorrowful in dreams?
I am sad in the night;
The hours till morning are white,
I hear the hours' flight
All night in dreams.
Why do you send me your dreams?
For an old love's sake;
I dream if I sleep or wake,
And shall but one heart ache,
For the sake of dreams?
Pray that we sleep without dreams!
Ah, love, the only way
To put sorrow away,
Night or day, night or day,
From the way of dreams!
IV
Strange, to remember tears!
Yet I know that I wept;
And those hopes and those fears,
Strange, were as real as tears!
What's this delicate pain,
Twilight-coloured and grey?
Odour-like through my brain
Steals a shadowy pain.
What's this joy in the air?
Musical as the leaves,
When the white winds are there,
Faint joy breathes in the air.
poem by Arthur Symons
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In the spirit of Rumi - 27
‘O My Beloved –
I lose myself in the world’s distracting multiplicity,
yet cannot find the One in my restless mind –
I am in a desert place, a place of desolation… ’
My Beloved said
see the reeds, gently swaying like swooning dervishes
on the river bank, their feet in the water –
a man could sit for hours and watch them –
are they not beautiful?
See now the reed-flute, so carefully crafted,
waiting there to sound out sadness, love and joy –
is it not beautiful?
See the musician – how his eyes shine
with the music in his soul!
Is he not beautiful?
Hear the music that he plays –
telling its stories of life and death, of heaven and earth –
is it not beautiful?
Now watch him as he plays
the music which is himself
on the flute made from the willing reed –
am I not the One you hear in this?
I am beautiful in My Oneness;
I am beautiful in My multiplicity;
Is there a greater miracle than this?
And you, the witness of all this in Me –
is there a greater miracle than yourself?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Lost in Memories
I am lost in this world
I am lost with this fear
I am lost with no sounds
I am lost with out you here
I am lost with out your touch
I am lost with out feelings
I am lost with no lights
I have lost all my senses
I have lost my mind
I have lost every thing in just one night
I have lost my voice and my sight
I may have lost every thing that I hold dear
But I have not lost the memories we shared
poem by Jenna Kelley
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A song that sounds simple is just not that easy to write. One of the objectives of this record was to try and write melodies that continue to resonate.
quote by Sheryl Crow
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Love Song
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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For me, the most difficult thing is that I am learning melodies on guitar from some songs whose melodies were not meant to be played on guitar. Ever. They were intended mostly for keyboards or melodic percussion.
quote by Dweezil Zappa
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Tuning In Tuning On
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Cruising round theres a sound with a place to go
Tuning in tuning on like a radio
Fell the sound in your head and you set the seal
I believe its a force of the life you feel - tuning on
Do you know what the sounds that you hear will find
Reach to space to the stars and another time
I believe that they search like a seed to grow
In the end its the same anyway you go
I really cant explain
I really cant explain
Crashing out for the last and the final time
Could a sound and a soul travel on combined
From the womb to the end is it everywhere
Feel the beat of my heart and you know its there
I really cant explain
Spoken
I really believe that sound reaches infinity, do you know what I mean. I think it goes on and on forever, and if thats true and it was linked to the spiritual side of your lives, well, then sou
Ould be alive. can you imagine the possibilities for the future ? linking the soul and the sound and then being able to make a giant spiritual musical machine, actually a part of us and not just
Thing you hear - its fantastic - its just fantastic
I really cant explain
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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April A Song Lost !
April has lost its songs
on unpleasant seasons
of time and its extended
faces of invisibles.
Past a catastrophe
Present a catafalque
Future a satellite mission
April a song lost on seasons.
April 5,2010
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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So Quiet In Here
Foghorns blowing in the night
Salt sea air in the morning breeze
Driving cars all along the coastline
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here
All my struggling in the world
And so many dreams that dont come true
Step back, put it all away
It dont matter, it dont matter anymore
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
A glass of wine with some friends
Talking into the wee hours of the dawn
Sit back and relax your mind
This must be, this must be, what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
Oh this must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Big ships out in the night
And were floating across the waves
Sailing for some other shore
Where we can be what we wanna be
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet
song performed by by Van Morrison
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