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Love waves

Waves

Play for

Sea...

with out

Love song...

With play

Young lovers...

One is men...

Another is women...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Play

I could wait all night and day,
To go to a party sit down and wait,
Give my request to the DJ,
Cuz my song hes gotta play.
And when i hear that beat,
I get my body up out my seat
I grab a guy and move my feet,
He's playin my song!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Dj just play that song,
Cuz i wanna be dancin all night long
Just play my, play my, play my,
Play my, play my favorite song!
I dont care if everybody's gone.
Turn it up cuz it turns me on.
Keep dancin all night long,
Feels so right that it cant be wrong.
I get chills up and down my spine,
Whenever I hear that song of mine.
When it stops better press rewind.
Let me hear it one more time!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Cuz I wanna be dancin' all night long!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Cuz I wanna be dancin' all night long!
I just wanna dance.
Is that a crime?
Alright then.
Play..Play..Play..Play..Play
Now Mr. DJ,
I've asked you three times..
Play My Mother f*ckin song!!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Just turn it up and turn it on

song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gambol (a ghazal)

Received and given, preening doves
in courtship sway, they play for love.

Children bouncing balls off walls,
a ricochet they play for love.

Sculptors stories live in folds
of molded clay they play for love.

Gamblers stake to make or break
in rash parley they play for love.

Newlyweds on feather beds
in hideaways, they play for love.

Chiropractors whack the cracks
on vertebrae they play for love.

Glissandi slip from fingertips,
a strummed segue they play for love.

Scrabble rivals settle scores
in worded fray they play for love.

Shady names inflame with games
in sobriquet, they play for love.

Players love and lovers play
I love to play, I play for love.

poem by Diane Hine
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Blue Notes

All you players
who play the blues
play, play
play the sad news.
The minor chords
will take you down low.
Let the sax wail
and the trumpet blow.
Listen and lament with
that licorice stick,
all you lovers
sad and heartsick.

Let it all out boys.
Play, play, play.
Those tearful lovers
hear what you say.
They hear those blues
and they feel it too.
It will let their tears fall
like no other notes can do.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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This Song, New Song

This song
New song
My song
Your song
A song
Our song
Sing

Sitting
Hoping
Waiting
Wishing
Living
Fleeting
Chance

If not
Why not
They're not
You're not
I'm not
Cannot
Live

Right here
This here
Look here
See here
I'm here
You’re here
Now

If you
Could you
Would you
Should you
Will you
Love you
Babe

A kiss
Mum's kiss
Friend's kiss
Love's kiss
French kiss
Our kiss
Best

When now
Soon now
Here now
Right now
Hey now
You're now
Here

Let's play
They'll play
I'll play
You play
All play
Please play
Please

Sometimes
All times
These times
Fast times
The times
Our times
Change

Crazy
Daisy
Mazy
Glazy
Hazy
Phasey
World

poem by David DeAngelo
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Her Lovers Play.

Beatles tunes
And deep maroons
Swirl in my head.
As dancers
Under crescent moon
Twirl round my bed.
As symphony
In a sky blood red,
Starts to play.
And
As I am asking why
Stars just look the other way.
Teardrops
Never dry
Until sun is born.
And love
Will never die
But float alone
Forlorn.
She took a lancet
To my soul.
At first
I felt no pain.
Now waves of agony roll.
Her lovers play,
In which I lived a role
Faded.
With midnight train.
And now I lay
Within this room
A new today.
Another flower to bloom.
Another lovers play.

poem by Kevin East
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Let It All Be Music

Music is a mirror
Near around my soul
Music is the spirit
Come on let it roll
Music is my nature
People have you heard
Music is my future
Music is the world
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music isnt somewhere
Music turns you right
Music is a fever
Leads you day and night
Music is like heaven
Where you wanna be
Music is religion
Music sets you free
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music is tomorrow
Music is today
Music is forever
Music is the way
Music is for women
Music is for men
Music is for children
Sing it all again
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
I can feel it, in my soul
I can feel it, in my heart
Sweet sweet sweet music
Music
Sweet sweet sweet music
Sweet music
Play it on
Play it on
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
Play the music
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
I said play it
On and on and on and on
Music

song performed by by Boney M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bed Play

Bed is
Not play ground...
Play boy
Play the bed...

A cricket...
with out dresses
At young women...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Play On

All of my life, the wheels were turning
Drawing me near, to something that's burning bright
The music begins, a song that is new
Joining as one, it leads me to you
(Chorus)
Play on, play on, lifting our voices to reach the sky
Play on, play on, singing a song and my heart's on fire
My morning star, has always been with me
Lifting me up, when I couldn't carry on
Turning the page, to each song I write
Leading me on, on through the night
(Chor us)
Living the song
Holding on to a dream that never dies
I open my eyes
Learning the word that never fade
Now it begins
Never to end
It's the prize I long for
Play on, play on, lifting our voices to reach the sky
Play on, play on, sound a refrain to be heard on high
Play on, play on, singing a song and my heart's on fire

song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Forbidden

come with us and play!
see, we have breasts as women!
from your tents by the sea
come play with us: it is forbidden
come with us and play!
lo, bare, straight legs in the water!
by our boats we stay
then swimming away
come to us: it is forbidden!
come with us and play!
see, we are as tall as women!
our eyes are keen:
our hair is bright:
our voices speak outright:
we revel in the sea's green!
come play: it is forbidden!

song performed by by Violent Femmes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Play My Song

When I fall
Promise me
You won't judge or stare
Just help me up
And play my song.

When I cry
Promise me
You won't leave me there
Just wipe my eyes
And play my song.

When I die
Promise me
You won't shed a tear
Remember my face
And play my song.

Just play my song.

poem by Leslie Kavanagh
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At play

Play that you are mother dear,
And play that papa is your beau;
Play that we sit in the corner here,
Just as we used to, long ago.
Playing so, we lovers two
Are just as happy as we can be,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
"I love you" we both shall say,
All in earnest and all in play.

Or, play that you are that other one
That some time came, and went away;
And play that the light of years agone
Stole into my heart again to-day!
Playing that you are the one I knew
In the days that never again may be,
I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
I love you!" my heart shall say
To the ghost of the past come back to-day!

Or, play that you sought this nestling-place
For your own sweet self, with that dual guise
Of your pretty mother in your face
And the look of that other in your eyes!
So the dear old loves shall live anew
As I hold my darling on my knee,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
Oh, many a strange, true thing we say
And do when we pretend to play!

poem by Eugene Field
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Play A Simple Song

Oh my friend won't you tell me what to do?
a'They don't seem to understand.
I try so hard to make my music tell the truth.
a'Can't you lend a helpin' hand?
You gotta play a simple song for them.
a'That's the only thing they want to love and understand.
Won't you play a simple song for them?
Well I think that the songs are doin' fine.
Well I can tell what's on their mind.
You lend a hand now I'm doin' all I can
to help the people understand.
You gotta play a simple song for them.
That's the only thing they want to love and understand.
Won't you play a simple song for them?
Oh my Lord I'll try, I'll try and try again.
You gotta play a simple song for them.
That's the only thing they want to love and understand.
Won't you play a simple song for them?

song performed by by 38 Special
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Air song

Air and tree

Singing a song...

greeneley hands

Of gall move of

Trees finger's...

A leaves...

Slow sallow

Wonder of play

It very well...

Play again...

Play again....

The air singing a

Song with out voice...

What a nice...

Again and

Again tree leavs

Play galley dance...

It as a loveley song...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Pom-pom Play Girl

Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(oooooo)
You see her in a short skirt down on the grass
Shes wonderin if the teams gonna run kick or pass
(chi chi bah oooooo)
Since she doesnt really know why shes wavin her hands
Shes a-thinking bout the boy sittin up in the stands
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(chi chi bah)
Just a little social clique with the other song queens
With a freshman or a sophomore she wouldnt be seen
(chi chi bah oooooo)
Shes a doll and she knows it and she thinks that her face
Will get her any body any thing and any place
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
Oooooo
Chi chi bah
(oooooo)
Since shes the head cheerleader she dates the quarterback
And her best friends going out with the full back
(chi chi bah oooooo)
She might even run for an office this spring
And that ought to really make her telephone ring
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wooooo
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wooo
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Shake it
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wave those pom poms all around
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wow
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wow
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)

song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Play To Play

Play to play
Not for home
Not for bed...

Play to
The ground...

Play with
Ball and the bat
OR run and play...

Live your body
Good for health
Have the nice...!

Twice the day
Morning and
Evening go to play...

That is secerat
Of your life
Understand
To try with
Play to play
Day by day....!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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On the other shore of my song Original by Rabindranath Tagore

You are standing on the other shore of my song
The waves of my music touch your fair and bare feet
But I can not touch you and I can guess what’s wrong!

The wind is pretty strong somehow
Don’t be late; please sail your boat now
Anchor your boat in my heart right where you belong.
You are standing on the other shore of my song
The waves of my music touch your fair and bare feet
But I can not touch you and I can guess what’s wrong!

The game of song that I play with you
It makes me sad and it’s nothing new!

When will you take my flute of love
And play it to charm me enough
In the darkness full of happiness all night long?
You are standing on the other shore of my song
The waves of my music touch your fair and bare feet
But I can not touch you and I can guess what’s wrong!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Alciphron and Leucippe

An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw
Their heavy odour over two:
Leucippe, it is said, was one;
The other, then, was Alciphron.
‘Come, come! why should we stand beneath?’
This hollow tree’s unwholesome breath?’
Said Alciphron, ‘here’s not a blade
Of grass or moss, and scanty shade.
Come; it is just the hour to rove
In the lone dingle shepherds love;
There, straight and tall, the hazel twig
Divides the crookàed rock-held fig,
O’er the blue pebbles where the rill
In winter runs and may run still.
Come then, while fresh and calm the air,
And while the shepherds are not there.’

Leucippe. But I would rather go when they
Sit round about and sing and play.
Then why so hurry me? for you
Like play and song, and shepherds too.

Alciphron. I like the shepherds very well,
And song and play, as you can tell.
But there is play, I sadly fear,
And song I would not have you hear.

Leucippe. What can it be? What can it be?

Alciphron. To you may none of them repeat
The play that you have play’d with me,
The song that made your bosom beat.

Leucippe. Don’t keep your arm about my waist.

Alciphron. Might you not stumble?

Leucippe. Well then, do.
But why are we in all this haste?

Alciphron. To sing.

Leucippe. Alas! and not play too?

poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Never say it is not God

Never say it is not God.
Hafiz said that, lived it.

And that’s all really:
no need to dress it up,
make a poem of it,
claim it, as if
I thought of it first..

And anyway it’s personal:
you and I could spend days
discussing what the last word means;
finish up hating each other.
It happens. And they have
a rifle in their hand, a bomb.

It’s a divine game,
the game God plays.

You know the games all lovers play:
‘Where are you darling? ’
‘I’m not here.. come and find me…’
ah yes - the bedroom…

‘You only love me for my body…’
‘Yes darling… but I love you for your mind too, , , ’
‘But you’re always arguing with my mind…’
‘Yes darling – that’s why I love you…’

‘Will you love me when I’m old and wrinkled and crumbly? ’
‘Darling, I’ll love you all the more…’

‘I love every bit of you…’
‘Ah but do you love me with every bit of you…? ’

‘I’m a striped tiger come to eat you up every bit…ggrr…’
‘And I’m a lion come to gobble up the tiger…’

Ah yes, the games that lovers play…
What makes you think God does not love
to play these games with you?

And even when you call Him God,
and not your Lover, or your Friend,
as Hafiz does - and many other names beside,
that could be His best game of all…

when the whole universe
and all its creatures, run
toward you, calling out
‘I’m Yours… I’m yours for life…’
as lovers do.

Never say it is not God.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Young At Heart

We like the water and are very fond of the sun
and so on a good day like to have some fun.
We usually sport and play all day long
and frolic about while humming a song.

Our childish antics may seem absurd
especially to those who haven’t heard
- the young at heart need no excuse
to spend their time and joy produce.

We don’t seem to be alone here at all or far apart
as there’re many around who are young at heart.
We amuse ourselves mostly with fanciful things
and enjoy the pleasure that this activity brings.

Whether alone or with a group of friends
whatever is done against time contends,
which pushes each moment behind that comes along
as we make the most of each day with a happy song.

If there’s someone about who makes us upset
we may cry a little, but then also try to forget.
The joy of life consumes most of our day
as we continue doing what we love to play.

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poem by George Krokos
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Applejack

He lived by the apple orchard in this little orchard shack
His real name was jackson taylor but I called him applejack
Now old applejack was loved by everyone he ever knew
Applejack picked apples but he picked the banjo too
Chorus:
Play a song for me applejack, applejack
Play a song for me and Ill sing
Play a song for me applejack, applejack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Now Id go down to applejacks almost everyday
Wed sit and wed drink applejack that old applejack had made
Then hed take his banjo down then hed ask me if Id sing
And he would play the banjo and Id play my tambourine
Repeat chorus
Thats when I was just a kid and now that I am grown
All I have are memories, old applejack is gone
Oh but he left me his banjo and it always takes me back
And everytime I play it I still hear applejack
Repeat chorus 3 times

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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