Another Poetess Comes Along
another poetess has come along
bringing an old guitar
she strikes a note from a string
and then she starts to sing
another darkness is pierced
another star is born
another soul rises to the heavens
another body sheds off old skins
welcome, Yani, to our world
we have been waiting for your word
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Born of a Dream
From destruction is born the new day, never wrong, never right,
Still we should listen to the Good Folk as they shed down upon us
Skins of Wisdoms ancient, weaving as they are their tales by the light.
Born of a dream, weaved upon a melody of waves,
First there were three, soon sprung nine fair maidens
From the Freshest of springs, bringing the songs they were born to sing.
poem by David Lacey
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Play On The Music
Play on the music
Drop by drop
The strings divine
The nature at its eloquence
From heavens to earth
Stretch the string
Play on the music
Drop by drop
Beethoven’s symphony
Chopin’s piano
Santana’s guitar
Or the cuckoos song
Play on the music
Drop by drop
In the heat of the night
In cold surroundings
The story of my love
My illusions great
I construct heavens
Play on the music
Drop by drop
For the moments rare
It’s only for those
The discerning here
The enchanted being
Play on the music
Drop by drop
Don’t leave me alone
O soul you fly
The body shivers
With the thought
Of death and destruction
O soul we were friends
Thou fly to eternity
Play on the music
Drop by drop
Your place is heaven
I want to be heard
A slave to a master
So ungrateful
Your beauty in this world
I hath been
You decorated me
With ornaments rare
Play on the music
Drop by drop
For this is your fate
O carrier of soul
The life’s going by
Take your share
O body of the soul
Freedom anew
In the world here
Play on the music
Drop by drop
For I am the real
The being and the nothing
The beloved and the rival
The saki and the wine
Play on the music
Drop by drop
In the deep longing
Of the night long
The strings so stretched
From the heavens to earth
Sing songs of love, O beloved mine
Reveal thy face, in my imaginations wild
Torn is my being, between real and unreal
Play on the music
Drop by drop
In the middle of the night
The rain drops falling
From the clouds high
Is telling me this story
Khayyam’s disciple
Sings a song
Play on the music
Drop by drop
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Born With A Broken Heart
Up from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps gettin stronger, like a slow rollin train
Watch it run
Oh, why do the good die young
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
Off in the distance, it was callin my name
So I took me a ride, on that slow rollin train
It still runs
But it seems that the good die young
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
Seems it was over, before it begun
Killed by a bullet, from a six-string gun
Bang a drum
Oh, why do the good die young
Ridin in a long black car
Born with a broken heart
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Thank Heavens For Dale Evans
I grew up on Bob Wills and daydreams
My toes were a-tappin' to western swing
I wished upon a star
Atop an old boxcar
Chasing rainbows to the place the bluebirds sing
I painted my eyes up like Dolly
Sang with Kitty Wells 'til momma screamed
Then daddy shook his head as he carried me to bed
And tucked me in a-beggin' me to sing:
Thank Heavens for Dale Evans
You're everything I ever want to be
Yodel-lay-ee, Yodel-lay-ee
Yodel-lay-ee
Dale Evans made a cowgirl out of me
Now I play my guitar with the cowgirls
And what I got they never bat an eye
Like Shirley Temple's curls
Thank heavens for the girls
We'll sing a song to make a cowboy cry
I never got the limo or the diamond
But I got my hat, my boots and my guitar
I'm proud enough to say
I'll always be this way
Like the girl who went and stole Roy Roger's heart
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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I Don't Want To Be A Star
I don't want to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't want to be a star
I don't need the fat cigar
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Cause I don't get off on my fame
I got so much confusion now
Sometimes I don't even know my name
I don't want to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't want to be a star
I don't need the fat cigar
Too many distractions run through my brain
So many girls they start to look the same
Too many options no time to choose
Too many clothes, too many shoes
I've had the world I've done it upside down
I played the part and I've been the clown
Now it's my time, it's a brand new day
To be myself in a different way
I don't want to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't want to be a star
I don't need the fat cigar
I got to meet all the wonderful people
I drank with Dylan boy did we act a fool
I got high with Jagger, it was really cool
I don't want to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't want to be a star
I don't need the fat cigar
Never...
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Singing to my wishing star!
When I sing to my wishing star!
My tears start falling on my Guitar
Realizing now, my dreams are so far
Leaving my heart with a big scar
People look at me
I fake a smile so they won’t see
That I am not the one I used to be
Straggling to understand the word (She)
Finally the master became the slave
Waiting for some one to save
Or to be rotten in his own grave
Remembering when he was brave
Wise man said, find a way or make one
But I didn’t listen, so I decided to run
Searching for pleasure, seeking fun
Then I drive home alone after I am done
“Wishing start” will you bring me back love?
Will you send your blessing from above?
Have mercy on my tears cause I had enough
And life turning to be so tough
But I will still sing on my Guitar
Begging you my wishing star
To bring me what’s far
Healing my heart from any scar
poem by Raouf Reda
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The Musician
I don't like to brag,
And I never will.
But I play the guitar,
Like moonshiners play a still.
There really is nothing to it.
I'm just a guitar man.
I was born to play the six string,
And I've got a lot of fans.
You will never know me,
Because I am a lot of men.
Many names are in my pedigree,
A dozen men I've been.
I only play now, for my friends,
And for my family.
There is a sorrow that begins,
Inside my memory.
I have seen death, take my best friend,
I have been thrown in jail.
But I didn't want to let it end,
I did not want to fail.
But I finally threw it all away,
When I had reached the top.
I now live to loath the day,
I had to give it up.
It's just that I love my guitar,
On her I never learned to cheat.
And I never did stray very far,
And she made this guitar man complete.
She is gone now, twas my wrath,
And my son now loves her so.
And he is following my path,
His star is on the go.
10/13/10 vodka360 Alton Texas 9: 21 pm The musician signing off.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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My Own Fairytale
my fairytale is beautiful it is the only thing that is my own
there are trees and wild flowers with little fairies
there are love bugs and butterflies
i sit on a log and play my guitar and sing beautiful songs
the fairies gather around to hear the beautiful noise
but my fairytale is dead now and has no color
only because my heart is broken and i broke a string on my guitar
and i sit on this log weeping and waiting for someone
to restring my guitar and to repair my heart
as if that will ever happen........................................... ...........................! ? !
poem by Breanna Wilson
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The tiny Bar behind the junk yard
It's very sad to see
The cemetery of Automobiles
At the Twilight!
Like dead souls
Piled up to the sky.
A Guy comes out of the rickety gate
With an acoustic guitar
And he enters the bar.
It's full of smoke
With dim lights
And here & there
Women & Men dance.
Waiting for him to sing.
He sips a can of beer
And strums the guitar
Then started singing;
'Here's the tiny bar
Behind the junk yard
Once those beautiful cars
Ran like Jets; Yet seemed to be proud
And showed the prestige!
My life's a car
But I cannot go far
When it's not roadworthy
I have to come here
As they say I am not trustworthy!
My life is a car
Though it's roadworthy
Where can I go
If the paths were closed unanimously?
*Humbly to the poetess Vessy in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Almost
the beginning of light
wrapped in the warm wet darkness,
before time, or the concept
of being...
in each word we almost speak,
in each thought we almost form,
in each feeling we almost allow...
do you know me?
i danced the day you were born,
pulling stillness out of the falling rain.
my name is written in the
deepest cavern of your soul...
i sweep the steps of your temple
while you pray and offer sacrifices
from my body to yours!
from your body to the children!
in each word we almost speak,
in each thought we almost form,
in each feeling we almost allow...
now time waits for the fire
beneath the window...
waiting to devour and remove
the last vestige of having been...
and the liquor of our loving shimmers
in the beginning of light...
in the radiance of the fallen.
in each word we almost speak,
in every thought we almost form.
in every feeling we almost allow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Man with a Guitar
Men talk on the public square,
Pigeons eat on the sidewalk and fly,
Women flirt and feed the pigeons.
Men, envious of pigeons,
Desire more attention from the women
But women only notice birds who know how to sing.
There comes a nightingale that starts singing
And attention moves from pigeons to nightingales;
There comes a man with a guitar, and he starts playing
And singing like a nightingale.
A woman allured by these new sounds
Forgets the pigeons and nightingales;
She shyly starts to sing
And turns to a man with a guitar.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Name Of The Game
Here comes trouble
In the shape of a lady
She started cool but now
Shes coming around daily
Shes got some big ideas
About being my baby
Its her game
With the name of love
Now shes sure pretty
That I have to confess
But no five-star fox is
Getting me in a mess
Lets buy a ring, she says
Lets go and get blessed
Its her game and she calls it love
Rock and roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone
To one side
But when all grows old
Chills still cold
When I sing with my sweet guitar
When I sing with my sweet
My sweet guitar
Dont waste your tears on me
Go cry in the river
What you need I aint
About to deliver
Im my own man and
Thats how Im gonna stay
cause music is
The name of the game
Rock and roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone
To one side
But when all grows old
The chills still cold
While I sing with my sweet guitar
While I sing with my sweet
My sweet guitar
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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King Creole
(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)
Theres a man in new orleans
Who plays rock and roll
Hes a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of king creole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Jumpin like a catfish on a pole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking king creole
When the king starts to do it
Its as good as done
He holds his guitar
Like a tommy gun
He starts to growl
From way down his throat
He bends a string
And thats all she wrote
Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He wails some blues about new orleans
Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet
No matter what he plays
You got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin fever
Baby, heaven sakes
He dont stop playin
till his guitar breaks
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Come On Everybody
Oh come on
Come on
Everybody
Everybody
Sing it
Sing it
Come on
Come on
Everybody, everybody, sing it
Sing it
Though my shoes are thin
Lord lord
And my coat isnt hangin down
Lord lord
But this song is mine
Sos this old guitar
If youve been down the end of time
Youll have seen my face before
Ha!
Though I aint had a meal in days
Cuz as soon as I start to play
You know its just for you
Cause I love it here
In this square waiting
Waiting for the people to come
Oh come on
Come on
Everybody
Everybody
Sing it
Sing it
Come on
Come on
Everybody, everybody, sing it
Sing it
Though my shoes are thin
Lord lord
And my coat isnt hangin down
Lord lord
But this song is mine
Sos this old guitar
Oooh I spend my life by the river side
Unless somebody takes me in
If they do or they dont
Its all the same
I live the life I do
Living and singing for free
Cause I love it here
In this square
Waiting for the people to come
Come on
Come on
Oh come on
Come on
Everybody
Everybody
Sing it
Sing it
Come on
Come on
Everybody, everybody, sing it
(sing it)
Though my shoes are thin
(lord lord)
And my coat isnt hangin down
(lord lord)
But this song is mine
Sos this old guitar
All right I said come on!
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Soul Calls!
white twin, black twin,
concepts and lies.
images on images,
truth revealed dies.
prayers, simple touch,
falling prey to fate.
fires consume fires,
love is born of hate.
light fails, shadows talk,
the stranger stinks like god.
swords being sharpened,
horses being shod.
bombs fall, bodies cry,
the battle for the self.
the dead sing, the lost dream,
the book still on the shelf.
the hammer strikes the anvil,
the wind cuts you to the bone.
put on your boots, pick up your saddle.
the soul calls the body home!
the soul calls the body home...
hellbound streets, love stained sheets,
the lover is betrayed.
sold on the blocks, down by the docks,
hearts for pawn and trade.
poverty strikes, humility burns,
dignity lost in the crowd,
survival edge, walks the ledge,
only honesty allowed!
the hammer strikes the anvil,
the wind cuts you to the bone.
put on your boots, pick up your saddle.
the soul calls the body home!
the soul calls the body home....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wet Dream
My lips start shakin' when I see him walkin' down the street
Of all the boys in school, he's the only one I wanna meet
If he combs his hair, all my girlfriends start 2 scream
He's so clean, he's the number one star of my wet dream
I get so angry if I see him with another dame
I start 2 tremble and I don't even know his name
If he takes her 2 the soda shop, guess who's gonna buy the ice cream?
She gives him all her money cuz he's the star of her wet dream
Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, boy he's so fine
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, gotta, gotta make him mine
My body starts 2 quiver when I think of his next 2 mine
I know he could deliver the dam 2 the river anytime
He's so good lookin', he's the cutest dude I ever seen
He's my little lover, number one star of my wet dream
Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, boy he's so fine
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, gotta, gotta make him mine
Oh yeah
Make my body scream
U're the star of my wet dream
Somebody, somebody, somebody help me sing
U're my little lover, make my body scream
U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream
(Everybody sing 2gether)
U're my little lover, U make my body scream (Make my body scream)
U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream {repeat phrase}
Yes U is
(Everybody sing 2gether)
Yeah, yeah
(U're my star)
Oh honey, honey, honey, honey, uh
My wet dream, my wet dream, my wet dream
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
(U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream)
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh
I can't help it, no, I can't (Make my body scream, yes U)
Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey
U're my little lover, U make my body scream
song performed by by Prince
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Star Without Sky
star love only sky...n love only sky...
Star always waiting...n waiting only sky...
I cant proof u anything here.....b'coz u not here...
I only can proof u with my word, many word that i wrote to u....
If u see my eyes now...u will know n see much n deep my love for
u....
I just can cry now...if u not beside me...or nothing word to me
again...
U know what....there is no star without sky...n i think sky will be
cloudy without star...
Many star in the sky...but only one star in the sky that u must see n u
must keep.....
I'm nothing without u...star need sky...n sky need star....
So star need sky very much...if there's no sky...there's no star too....
Just believe me....open ur heart n see me with the eyes of ur heart...u
will know it n see how much i love u n need u so much....
Star nothing without Sky...
poem by Nina Tesia
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Pure & Easy
There once was a note, pure and easy,
There once was a note, pure and easy,
Playing so free, like a breath rippling by.
Playing so free, like a breath rippling by.
The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me,
The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me,
Forever we blend it, forever we die.
Forever we blend it, forever we die.
I listened and I heard music in a word,
I listened and I heard music in a word,
And words when you played your guitar,
And words when you played your guitar,
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,
And a child flew past me riding in a star.
And a child flew past me riding in a star.
As people assemble,
As people assemble,
Civilization is trying to find a new way to die,
Civilization is trying to find a new way to die,
But killing is really merely scene changer,
But killing is really merely scene changer,
All men are bored with other mens lies.
All men are bored with other mens lies.
I listened and I heard music in a word,
I listened and I heard music in a word,
And words when you played your guitar,
And words when you played your guitar,
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,
And a child flew past me riding in a star.
And a child flew past me riding in a star.
Gas on the hillside, oil in the teacup,
Gas on the hillside, oil in the teacup,
Watch all the chords of life lose their joy,
Watch all the chords of life lose their joy,
Distortion becomes somehow pure in its wildness,
Distortion becomes somehow pure in its wildness,
The note that began all can also destroy.
The note that began all can also destroy.
We all know success when we all find our own dreams,
We all know success when we all find our own dreams,
And our love is enough to knock down any walls,
And our love is enough to knock down any walls,
And the futures been seen as men try to realize,
And the futures been seen as men try to realize,
The simple secret of the note in us all.
The simple secret of the note in us all.
I listened and I heard music in a word,
I listened and I heard music in a word,
And words when you played your guitar,
And words when you played your guitar,
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,
The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,
And a child flew past me riding in a star.
And a child flew past me riding in a star.
There once was a note, pure and easy,
There once was a note, pure and easy,
Playing so free, like a breath rippling by.
Playing so free, like a breath rippling by.
There once was a note, listen (x 18)
There once was a note, listen (x 18)
song performed by by Who
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Cello
There was music
around her;
notes playing
in the silver air;
she exhales
close to my
upturned face.
Her shape,
a fine
brown cello,
her low voice
singing
each word-note
coming
in a whispering moan.
My bow string
draws out her chords
harmonizing,
flowing into to me.
siren-like.
Arpeggio
hair braids
trail away;
clef note eyes
glow
with the white heat
which rises
in the sparkle dust
of her melodies singing.
She bends toward me
cascading,
double breasted
notes;
her arms
flower petals
unfolding from side to side;
mouth parting slightly
breathing warm air.
She sang
to my soul,
cello style.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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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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