Musical Feet
My shuffling feet, shuffle forward,
Tapping out a rhythm of a beat.
Taking time to get it right.
Hand tapping thigh,
The pace not a race.
Body vibrates, booming Bass,
Hairs prickle the neck,
Touches roots of the soul.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Me the instrument
Music is in my mind
Iam full of glee
My fingers tapping the table
While my palms beat as a drum
My lips pucker and being to whistle
Iam really feeling this souful strum
My feet tapping the floor
It is really fun
Allowing my body to be an instrument
As I gaze at sun
For there is music on the inside
A harmonic hum
If I gave this instrument a name
Iam not quiet sure what it would be
Therefore to keep things simple and
From becoming complicate
I shall simply term this authentic instrument as Me
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Let the Beat Control Your Body
-a- anita ; r - ray
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat contol your body
R: now the my beat control your body!
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: the booming system which plays in places / move your system, change these spaces / when Im on the mic you cant refuse / no one ever came to preach, I came to amuse / techno making; no mista
Never faking / always breaking it down, hey to a party / now let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: its my beat now / its my beat
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body, yeah...
R: let my beat / let my beat
R: down with the forces how we go / the second to first just you to show / you just cant stand still cause you gotta move / you feel the bass line you feel the groove / my beat accepts you jus
You are / it drives you away just like a fast car / its my beat, it belongs to me / so let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let the beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body!
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
A: let the beat control your body!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited (1996)
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Denmark Street
Down the way from the tottenham court road
Just round the corner from old soho
Theres a place where the publishers go
If you dont know which way to go
Just open your ears and follow your nose
cos the street is shakin from the tapping of toes
You can hear that music play anytime on any day
Every rhythm, every way
You got to a publisher and play him your song
He says i hate your music and you hair is too long
But Ill sign you up because Id hate to be wrong
Youve got a tune its in your head you want to get it placed
So you take it up to a music man just to see what he will say
He says i hate the tune, I hate the words but Ill tell you what Ill do
Ill sign you up and take it round the street and see if it makes the grade
And you might even hear it played on the rock n roll hit parade
Daytime, night time, every week you can hear that heavy beat
Now the walls are shaking from the tapping of feet
Daytime, night time, every day you can hear that music play
Every rhythm, every way
song performed by by Kinks
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When That Body And The Soul Meets
If it's felt with-in-side,
And you've got it
That good rhythm!
That rhythm would be in your feet.
If you've got it!
You'd feel it with each patting,
Tapping out a movement
That begins your feet,
Patting beats.
Rhythmically.
If it's felt with-in-side,
And you've got it.
That good rhythm!
That rhythm would be in your feet.
If you've got it!
You'd feel it with each,
Patting of.
Both your feet.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's that feeling done on dance floors,
When that body and the soul meets.
And benefits the one who's real.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's that feeling done on dance floors,
When that body and the soul meets.
And benefits the one who's real.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When the body and soul meet,
It's revealing.
When the soul and body meet.
It's revealing.
And healing.
Few people believe.
When the body and soul meet,
It's revealing.
When the soul and body meet.
It's revealing.
And healing.
Few people believe.
When the body and soul meet,
It's revealing.
When the soul and body meet.
It's revealing.
And healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perfections Highway
Do you feel the tapping of your feet.
Do you sense a quickening of the beat.
Rhythm in colour, rhythm in design,
Rhythm in your ear, rhythm in mine.
Hear the music liven up your soul.
Hear the notes as vibrating sounds control.
Let the pulsation give a serene touch,
Let the tempo mean to you, so much.
Sweet melody, weaving pleasant dreams.
Sweet melody, is always what it seems.
In accord, let intricate songs entwine,
In accord, they mingle, all so fine.
Come now, let the volume swell and strain.
Come now, let it be your best loved refrain.
For you, great symphonies will start to play.
For you, cloud nine’s perfections highway.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Ray Of Sunshine
Move it move it, baby
Cant you see Im ready to dance?
And I cant stop this rhythm in my heart.
Move it move it baby,
Cant you see Im ready to dance?
Without this beat my life would fall apart.
Shuffle on your feet till the floor is hot,
Gonna make a lot of money,
Gonna break your heart.
Watch out boy, (watch out boy)
Shuffle on your feet till the floor is hot,
Gonna make a lot of money,
Gonna break your heart.
But Im the only one with a key.
And thats me.
Sometimes,
You wake up in the morning with the bass line,
A ray of sunshine,
Sometimes,
You know today youre gonna have a good time,
And youre ready to go.
Move it move it baby
Cant you see Im ready to dance?
And I cant keep my rhythm in my heart.
Move it move it baby,
Cant you see Im ready to dance?
Without this beat my life would fall apart.
Shuffle to the beat,
Gonna take a cut,
Theres money in your feet,
Gimme what you got.
Watch out boy, (watch out boy)
Suffle to the beat,
Gonna take a cut,
Theres money in your feet,
Gonna stitch you up.
Any other boy that you see,
But not me.
Sometimes,
You wake up in the morning with the bass line,
A ray of sunshine,
Sometimes,
You know today youre gonna have a good time,
And youre ready to go.
Turn the music up,
Turn the music up, turn it up,
Because its all ive-
All that Ive got.
Shuffle to the beat
Gonna take a cut,
Theres money in your feet,
Gimme what you got.
Watch out boy, (watch out boy)
Suffle to the beat,
Gonna take a cut,
Theres money in your feet,
Gonna stitch you up.
Sometimes,
You wake up in the morning with the bass line,
A ray of sunshine,
Sometimes,
You know today youre gonna have a good time,
And youre ready to go.
song performed by by George Michael
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Cool Cat
Youre taking all the sunshine away
Making out like youre the mainline - I knew that
Cos youre a cool cat
Tapping on the toe with a new hat
Just cruising - driving along like the swing king
Feeling the beat of my heart
Feeling the beat of my heart
Youre a cool cat
Coming on strong with all the chit-chat
Youre alright
Hanging out and stealing all the limelight
Messing with the beat of my heart
Messing with the beat of my heart
You used to be a mean kid
Making such a deal of life
You were wishing and hoping wand waiting to
Really hit the big time
But did it happen, happen, no
Youre speeding too fast
Slow down slow down
Youd better slow down
Slow down
You really know how to set the mood
And you really get inside the groove
Cool cat
Tapping on the toe with a new hat
Just cuising
Driving along like the swing king
Feeling the beat of my heart
Feeling the beat of my heart - yeah yeah
Feeling the beat of my heart
song performed by by Queen
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Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
quote by John Steinbeck
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The Babbling Brook
clearest water flows gently
along and over my naked feet
the touch of its almost tacit sound
deafening beauty for a calming mind
thousands of tiny goosebumps
showing the numerous surprising shivers
trying to make sense
the softest sofa of fresh leaves and little twigs
spread a narcotic palette of autumn perfumes
coloring the signals of my soul
a generous friendly fire of chestnuts and acorns
compose a beat and feel of rhythm of the forests
tapping on my shoulder and head
changing every breath that I take
while softly knocking
at future's door
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Prince Kajuku
Catch a falling star put it in your pocket
Take hold of the moonbeams, hang them around your neck
Prince kajukus coming feathers in his hair
Tapping on his juju stick, take you down there
Prince kajuku holds you never lets you go
Feel his power around you when your weakness shows
Take a starry circle hold it in your hand
Never let kajuku take [guide] you to his land
Long space jam
Catch a falling star put it in your pocket
Take hold of the moonbeams hang them round your neck
Kajuku, kajuku, walking down the street
Tapping on his juju stick, take you down there
song performed by by Ufo
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Come dance to the drum.
Follow the steady heart beat,
By tapping the feet.
quote by by Ernestine Northover
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The rhythm of the beat
As the beats go on
I'll keep movin on
The music moves
Through my vains
I move to every beat
Watching my feet
Dance to the rhythm
To the music i hear
I close my eyes
And let my body move
Move to the beat
Thinkin of my feet
Moving to the vibes
That the music provides
The music gets loud
I dance more profounder
To the rhythm of the beat
I let my feet
Do all the dancing
To the music inside
As it flows through my vains
I let my body go insane
To the rhythm of this beat
poem by Karl Jones
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Tribute To Jazz Music
TRIBUTE TO JAZZ MUSIC
I can feel its rhythm and beat,
And also its pulsating pain,
Its music flows freely,
Through my arteries and veins!
Its beats always echoes,
Through the corridors of my mind,
As I get wafted, on the wings of time!
Its music gets synchronized,
With my heart’s muffled beats,
As I try to keep time, -
With the tapping of my feet!
Each of its pulsating rhythm,
And all its background chimes,
With syncopated lilts,
Jazz remains harmonized!
The piano players dancing fingers,
Caresses a rhythmic sway,
While the Sax’s deep throated tenor,
Drives my loneliness away!
When I hear my old jazz music,
And those golden classic tunes,
I forget I am getting old,
To time I become immune!
I begin to feel like the old King Cole,
As the music tingles my mind,
An rejuvenates my soul!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
(Being a lover of classical Jazz, I had written
this poem as a tribute!)
Keep On Dancing!
Now give me a B
Dance sweat move your body
Jump around start to party
Enjoy yourself you are not are stereotype
Express yourself then you feel alright all night
Because it's party time that's why I'm here
Kicking a rhyme get up get down
Get into break stop
Four and three and two and one
Here we go lets have some fun
"Fresh music" is what its all about
Now all the ladies scream and shout
Now get crazy and starts humping
Dancing jumping and act like a wild thing
I got the rhythm which keeps you pumping
Cause my singing lady makes you jumping
Just keep on dancing,
Just keep on dancing
Right now, right now
Just keep on dancing,
Just keep on dancing
Right now uh, uh ya
Move your feet to the rhythm of the beat
Pump up the volume feel the heat
Turn up the bass and get steady
Let the music move you get ready
Shake it break it just take it
Get on the dancefloor cause I make it
Rhythm and bass give you the power
Like another nuclear shower
Once again the place is grooving
The records playing the crowd is moving
Pump up the bass in the place
Party people no time to waste
No matter how fast you walk, I'm faster
Don't let me get to you, I'm the master
I play the hits and you start the party
Come on girl lets pump that body !
C'est la musique qui me brle le sang
Qui fait me souvenir.
C'est l'amour qui fait la vie possible
C'est l'amour qui fait la vie possible
Let the bass go
Pump up the volume for your key
Go go go
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Neon Shuffle
Hey - what you going to do now
Youre standing there and wondering how
Youve got to make some noise
Just like one of the girls
Or even one of the boys
When you do it
It aint no disgrace
I can see it written all across your face
Neon shuffle and shuffle into outer space
I said - neon shuffle is a dance for the human race
I said - neon shuffle is gonna pull you outta your place
You - you put your hands together
Better make up a storm
Or some electricky weather
Now that the powers stop
Can you click your heels
Can you finger pop
Neon shuffle
Neon shuffle its going to do it to me
Neon shuffle its going to do it to you
Neon shuffle its going to do it with red
Neon shuffle its going to do it with blue
Neon shuffle its going to run you right through
Neon shuffle with a stick of bamboo
song performed by by Xtc
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My Pesky Pecker
Each morning I'm awakened
by my annoying little friend.
As long as he has wood
he will be at it once again.
'Woody' has been with me now
for days beyond recall.
A Persistent little Pecker,
the little bugger gives his all.
For a month now he's been tapping
on the tree outside my den.
On weekends its annoying
cause I like to sleep till Ten.
I so wish someone would eat him,
perhaps the neighbor's cat,
and end his constant tapping
by putting paid to that.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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First 4 Stanzas of MY VERSION of 'The Raven' by E. A. Poe
Once upon a bright spring morning, while I pondered about the heat,
Over many a splendid and soothing volume of forgotten sound,
While I nodded, nearly speechless, suddenly there came a knocking.
As of someone gently tapping, tapping at my house all around.
' 'Tis some visitor, ' I whispered, 'tapping at my house all around-
Only this, 'twas all I found.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the sparkling April,
And each separate blooming flower circled the room round.
Eagerly, I wished for more- I had to try to find
A dog of some sort that could hunt- maybe something like a hound-
For the rare and radiant maiden so she could have a hound-
Nothing else that I had found.
And the vibrant, vibrating uncertain rustling of each blue curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic elation never felt before;
So that now, to still the fast beats of my heart, I stood saying
' 'Tis some visitor trying to come in at my door weighing a pound-
Some late visitor trying to come on at my door weighing a pound-
This it is, it was all I found.'
Presently my soul grew in strength; hesitating for a short time,
'Sir, ' said I, 'or Madam, truly you have great reason for being profound;
But the fact that you are here, and so gently you came knocking
And so faintly did I hear you, tapping at my house all around.
That I knew you would be here' - here I opened the door weighing a pound-
An angel there, with beautiful seraph sound.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Life vibrates five elements
The Sky vibrates with the Sound
And the Air, with the Touch in addition.
The Fire beams with the Form as third
And the Water, with the Taste as fourth.
It's the Earth that has all the five,
With the Smell as its fifth Guna.
The five elements make a body,
Which houses the five sense organs.
Life force vibrates the body
And experiences five senses.
26.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm Running Down A Sunshine River
I’m running down a sunshine river
I’m swimming down a sunshine street
As ears reinvent rhythm
A foot tapping to the ongoing beat.
Music and mayhem hand in hand
Frolicking fields of human history
A grin a pure grip of the pouring sand
Sorting levels of mystery.
Son, life is crooked!
Life is messy!
I can assure you it’s not neat!
Still, I’m running down a sunshine river
I’m swimming down a sunshine street.
poem by Cody Allan Turner
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Before Or After... Alzheimers
Dementia’s realness with no lifeline,
The burning desires spills its ashes
On reality thru the twilight years.
Memories struggle against the power
Of the black hole of nothing,
That claw at your struggle
To hold memories in a box.
A box of time zones black and white,
Now spilt out in fragments
In disarray
All around your feet,
Tapping to the memento of the rocking chair.
I of your blood, who love you so,
Cannot let you go to the shuffle rooms of an
Old peoples home.
Your glazed eyes see thru me,
Am I not real, a ghost
A shell of myself? I feel you know.
Breakfast time approaches
“Mum your tablets”
You exude repetition
“Before or after? ”
“After mum, after.
poem by Ken e Hall
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