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Piercing Music

Piercing notes attached to the ears
Reside in the inner recesses of the mind;
Once a spectacular moment is heard
The roof of the house is like a garden.
It elaborates and instigates a trial
For the bitter head, a solution to your ease.
When music is so sudden we seem to recline
And take control over the notes so orchestrated.
Let the ears be conditioned to the essence of thought
Engendered by the music we so love and admire
Like the chiming of church bells to celebrate the Lord.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The stolen waves of music of love..

The eternal music of love that enters my ears,
Has no shape, but can be heard, a formless mare,
Travel through the air to hit my ear drum,
The Mind understands the music and the rhythm,
The hands beat the surface to count the frequency,
The legs start to take the steps in urgency,
The pirated notes are nowhere to be found,
The stolen waves are gone with the wind,
The gentle music still plays in the head,
The feelings travel from the heart to the head,
The pounding heart blackmails the fluid,
The threatened fluid runs to convey the message,
Musical notes yield the weapon to that passage,
The body is in the state of ecstasy,
The drum and the mind are in harmony.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Mozart Overture

this is quite different from
a trance
the music that curled in my sleep
on that soft blue sofa
foam, cotton, kapok softness
on my head some notes of
a lullaby
some notes getting into
my ears and my nostrils
a deep sleep
inhaling

this overture is quite different
it is the rising from this deep sleep of
kapok,
foamy softness

i rise and
stretch my hands to the ceiling

i wake up and
i hear
the notes come again like
dripping morning rain
from the nipa roof
falling on
some white pebbles
on my pavement

like my tears

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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mozart overture

this is quite different from
a trance
the music that curled in my sleep
on that soft blue sofa
foam, cotton, kapok softness
on my head some notes of
a lullaby
some notes getting into
my ears and my nostrils
a deep sleep
inhaling

this overture is quite different
it is the rising from this deep sleep of
kapok,
foamy softness

i rise and
stretch my hands to the ceiling

i wake up and
i hear
the notes come again like
dripping morning rain
from the nipa roof
falling on
some white pebbles
on my pavement

like my tears

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Music is...

Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....

poem by Madeline anderson
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Alankar (Decor) -10

Music My Love

'Music my love, singing in heart repletes
I swear on my singing you too love it
My notes, my scales, singing my choice, my taste
When I go on singing sure for repeats
Listen to my singing closing your eyes
Honour you my singing with mind open
And you to my singing you ears sharpen
Never to my singing should you despise'

'Oh me to your singing I close my eyes
And me to your singing with mind open
I pray as your singing in heart repletes
And mine to your singing ears do depise
Not mine but yours, singing not to happen
Music your love, singing yours no repeats'

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Unforgettable In Your Ear

There are notes in music
that take you high.
And notes that take you low.
When you listen to the notes of music
you never know where you'll go.

Within one song the notes you hear
affect how you will feel.
A plaintive melody might make you sad
or remind you of your pain.
But all of that can change in a minute
as you feel your emotions drain.

Uplifting notes can bring to you
a few moments of ecstatic peace.
Each inspiring strain can take you where
you are able to release
whatever it was that was troubling you,
erase it for a minute or two.

These notes are magic and so is life.
They're there and then they're not.
They're a gift to you from composers
that plant a forget-me-not.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Concert

Music drifts threw the air
I can almost see the notes
They float around my head in the most delightful way

We worked hard to play in such a wonderful way
I leaves the best impression on our critics
We are the best
That's what we think
That's what we know

Now I can taste success
We did it
Its over

Our music has been played
Our music has been heard
Our music has been loved

poem by Jimmy Hoffa
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Musical notes of life

The sun peeks through the horizon
In the wake of another day
As heart drums, breathe waves
Vibrations inside veins
Alert the soul;
Though and reason
Move notes of live within

Real self wrestled with the ideal
Arrange sounds of being in time
As inner peace champions the soul
Our life just plays on…
Like good music
Delight to the heart
Nice to the ears

Mind and soul struggle
To define time with vision
Dreams challenged with who we are
Conducts life musical bar
Yet, inharmonic each day unfolds
As hope give way to chaos

Unified or in disarray
The mind compose its play
Our actions write the lyric
Being in time make music
Music for life…
Performed to the audience
To the watching universe
To the world concert it shows
Composed in notes as each day goes

Existence in universe makes music
The sun rises every morning
Another day comes to be
It’s a new note musical key
Harmonized or in disarray
The mind composes its play
Musical notes of life…

poem by Fasika Ayalew
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The Source

There in the fringe of trees between
the upper field and the edge of the one
below it that runs above the valley
one time I heard in the early
days of summer the clear ringing
six notes that I knew were the opening
of the Fingal's Cave Overture
I heard them again and again that year
and the next summer and the year
afterward those six descending
notes the same for all the changing
in my own life since the last time
I had heard them fall past me from
the bright air in the morning of a bird
and I believed that what I had heard
would always be there if I came again
to be overtaken by that season
in that place after the winter
and I would wonder again whether
Mendelssohn really had heard them somewhere
far to the north that many years ago
looking up from his youth to listen to
those six notes of an ancestor
spilling over from a presence neither
water nor human that led to the cave
in his mind the fluted cliffs and the wave
going out and the falling water
he thought those notes could be the music for
Mendelssohn is gone and Fingal is gone
all but his name for a cave and for one
piece of music and the black-capped warbler
as we called that bird that I remember
singing there those notes descending
from the age of the ice dripping
I have not heard again this year can it
be gone then will I not hear it
from now on will the overture begin
for a time and all those who listen
feel that falling in them but as always
without knowing what they recognize

poem by William Stanley Merwin
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Music Notes

Music
The most beautiful thing I'll ever know
A music note
A note after another note
Composed to create sound
To create feelings
Thoughts
And emotion
Music notes are the most beautiful things I've ever seen
A note
Just a glance and u know
Knowing music is being created
Just the beauty of a music note
And the thing is
I can't read music notes
Just the sound the music notes make

poem by Aerin Andre
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Lord of the Music

Lord of the Music

Some people tried to learn
the music they have heard
Others started to study its cord
but still it wouldn’t play
for their heads were so busy
rearranging the harmony
for their hearts were overwhelmed by the music
but they couldn’t get the melody
for they were preoccupied
adding notes and putting new words,
Some people are just too intelligent
directing the music and change its meaning;
Others put the music into category
to produce divided theory
of the Lord who started the legacy
of chorus who sung with him night and day;
of the Lord of the music himself played
to show the only way;
of the Lord who danced during
and the final performance on that day

Note:
(Cebu City, Philippines 2004)

The “Lord of the Music” is all about the story of Jesus’s life (refer to the four gospels recorded in the Bible) .

poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Another night I dreamed I heard heavenly music sounding in my ears, and a flock of sheep was gathering round it. When the music ceased, the sheep leaped for joy, and ran together, shaking their heads; and one shook his head almost off, and seemed to have nothing but ears.

quote by Joanna Southcott
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Music

The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,
And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,
With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.

In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand
And copies music with the other.
He is fat and has a bald head,
So I do not look at him,
But run quickly past his window.
There is always the sky to look at,
Or the water in the well!

But when night comes and he plays his flute,
I think of him as a young man,
With gold seals hanging from his watch,
And a blue coat with silver buttons.
As I lie in my bed
The flute-notes push against my ears and lips,
And I go to sleep, dreaming.

poem by Amy Lowell
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Where Are My Songs?

Where are my songs?
I can't write them anymore.
My head can't hear them,
not like before.

They came so easy.
I heard them in my ear.
I thought about you
and all the notes were clear.

But now those notes
just don't seem to flow.
They've escaped into dissonance
and where did they go?

They went away in a flash
just like you.
Now that they're gone
there's nothing I can do.

I'll have to be inspired
in another way.
I'll listen for some new notes
on every single day.

And when they appear
I'll know that I am free.
Never again will I lose them
like you lost me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Feel The Music

What is music and why is it here?

Music is made for the ear.

To be made and played for many of decades.

To be embraced by different cultures and race,

Music

the heart of man

Only it seems now only a few understand

Music.

The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.

Exchanging and changing forever.

Music.

Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.

You have to trust in the

Music

Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.

Music.

Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same

Music will always change.

The dramatic character of a story.

It will always end with the final glory.

Because of its graceful authority

music

Don't make music that embraces no heart

Make music that shall shine threw the dark.

Music lives every where.

Creating our atmosphere.

Our world circulates by the beat the music makes

So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.

Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.

Unknown music is everywhere.

So open your ears stand clear

music it is taking over so beware!

There is no escaping

There is no replacing

There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.

Without music where would I be?

It took sweet love music to create me.

The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the

Music

Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u

Cause the music only can be true

'Lets make music', I've it heard said

But making music is not just in the bed

Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.

So let's make music my friend.

A sad moment in your life

'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.

What more do I have to say music is made to be played.

There is no escapade

It is understood music is what it should be

Music is what it will always be

Okay! U understand now so read the music

That sings threw me

Read the music it is written so clearly

read my music

Make your own beat

So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made

Do you feel the music running through your veins

Do you feel the music in my poetry song

Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong

Cause music are written in these words

just listen hush! Cause music will be heard

BY: TIFFANY BURTON

THE LOVE OF MUSIC INSPIRED ME

Ó 2006 Tiffany Burton

poem by Tiffany Burton
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For The Moment

Life is simple and gay
The bright sun rings with a quiet sound
The sound of the bells has quieted
down
This morning the light hits it all
The footlights of my head are lit again
And the room I live in is finally bright

Just one beam is enough
Just one burst of laughter
My joy that shakes the house
Restrains those wanting to die
By the notes of its song

I sing off-key
Ah it's funny
My mouth open to every breeze
Spews mad notes everywhere
That emerge I don't know how
To fly toward other ears

Listen I'm not crazy
I laugh at the bottom of the stairs
Before the wide-open door
In the sunlight scattered
On the wall among green vines
And my arms are held out toward you

It's today I love you

Anonymous submission.

poem by Pierre Reverdy
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Teeny Tiny Gnome

Kickin stones on an old dirt road
Feelin d-dejected and all alone
When I looked up ahead thought my mind Id blown
On a giant toadstool sat a teeny tiny gnome
He was all involved in a game of solitaire
Said hello with a smile just like I wasnt there
I kicked dirt some more
He said please dont start a fight.
Found a church key in his pocket, he opened up his pipe
He blew some silver circles,
Wound his fingers in his beard
And from that pipe came magic music
Like Id never heard
As the notes came floatin in I pricked up both my ears
I walked up to the drive-in, hadnt felt so starved in years
A rabbit waiter took my order and quickly disappeared
He said the partys over,
Please come back in a thousand years.

song performed by by Monkees
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Bells In My Heart

I heard church bells ringing- ringing quite clear
I heard the church bells ringing- deafening my ears.
I looked all around and yet I could not see
Any places of worship even close to me.

That was when I realized that the ringing
Was coming from my heart.
Because it was you who captured it
Right from the start.

You entered my life like the earth enters
the day- and forever you would stay.
The bells are ringing with every passing
Thought of you, and it tells me all that I must do.
And to keep this love- to you I must be true.

I sometimes ask myself how can this be?
The bells toll louder every time you look at me.
Is this the way that love is really meant to be
That my heart is racing fast, and I feel wild and free.

We’ve all envisioned love and how it should be
But love is something you can not foresee.
Everyone sees love in a different way
And with your heart, love will play.
And love like a guitar that’s out of tune
You will lose it pretty soon.

So find the faults while you can
Tune that love and take your stand.
Now as I look at you I ask:
“Is this happening to only me
Or is our hearts singing in harmony”?

poem by Louis Rams
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Freedom through music

Music is like a drug, i've just gotta have it
Music to me is like crack to a addict

With music in my ears, i've just enter a state of freedom
That's a feeling i wish never to come away from

I block out the world through music blaring from my headphones
With music blaring through in my ears i'm in a world of my own

With music, i'm feel as free as a bird
All thanks to this one word.

M-MESMERIZING
U-UPLIFTING
S-SE DUCTIVE
I-INCREDIBLE
C-COMPELLING

I'm addicted to it, i can't seem to live without it
Cause i found my freedom through music

poem by Harrison Fairchild
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Music

May I begin with music
It soothes my heart and mind
Surrounding me with melody
I feel lost in time
The melody so sweet
The inspiration high
With just a few notes
As the music goes by
Music can touch our lives
And bring about the rain
Music is a healer,
That can alleviate the pain
Music is for any emotion
That can fill your mind
With happiness or in sorrow
In music you can find
Whatever you are feeling
Let the music embrace
Let the pain run right through you
And the tears run down your face

poem by Meena Mustafa
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