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Sing in Tune

A song sung in tune,
The tone is immaterial.
A song sung out of tune,
The tone, though sweet, is sore.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Song Thats Sung..

A song that's sung
tells more than a story
a song that's sung
is sung from the heart
a song that's sung
is a story from the soul
a song that's sung
is the greatest love
a song that's sung
is a give from above
a song that's sung
is an emotion in a melody
a song that's sung
can be whatever you want it to be
a song that's sung
can have a million meanings
a song that's sung
is a diary of emotions...

poem by Emily Summers
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It's Just A Song (Lyric) :

You hear the sound of the song.
It's coming on real strong.
It gives you a sense of strength.
it filters through the air.
It lifts you off the ground.
We hear from town to town.

It's just a song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
it's just a song.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.

It takes you out in space.
Closer to second base.
It follows through so cool.
The smoothest thing for you.
A sound that sounds so clear.
A sound you'll want to hear.

It's just a song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It's just a song.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.

It sends you through the air.
A sound that makes you high.
It makes you feel so good.
A sound that always should.
Just lifts you off the ground.
We hear from town to town.

It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
It's just a song.
It's just a-song-sung-long.
A sing-a-long-song-sung.
It's just a song.
it's just a song..

Song-Lyric-Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2009..
ALL rights reserved..

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poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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My Song

I have no song
But still I sing
I let my voice
Fly on wing
For even though
My heart is bare
I have a song
Yet to spare
The song I sing
It has not one word
But far and wide
It's ever heard
My song is
Universal see
Song of wild
Always free
Sung by many
Sung by one
Sung beneath
A dying sun
Song of joy
Yet song of pain
Song of long nights
In the rain
Song of battles
Song of strife
Song of death
But also life
I'll sing untill
I have no breath
And then I'll sing
My song in death

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Life Is Like A Beautiful Song

Life is like a beautiful song
It starts with melodious imagination
Of letters, notes, and tone
then put together, so sweet into song
And as the song goes on,
It flows and flows so softly in tune
But however beautiful the song might be,
It will end like a day
Go shorter..
Then lower..

poem by DanJosh Zeus
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Like A Song

LIKE A SONG
Melvin Banggollay

My life is like a song
With notes so fine
And rhythm so long
But often out of line
Whenever I prolong
And refuse to decline
To stop singing songs
With pitch so designed
To be sung like a gong.

Like a song with a tone
With diction so inclined
Has a melody of its own
But not often I wanted to fine
In terms of quality and tones
That can keep one be fined
Whenever I render a song
In my desire to define
The life I sung and owned.

poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Song Sung Blue

Written by: neil diamond
Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again
Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know it, start to feeling good
You simply got no choice
Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one

song performed by by Neil Diamond
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I Am ... I Said

song performed by by Neil Diamond
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No One Heard

A song was sung that no one heard.
The song was sung all through the town.
It played for days - from dust until dawn.
It greeted on the morning and midnight yawn.
A song was sung that no one heard.

The melody was sweet and words were strong.
The instruments were the piano and the gong.
No one heard, no they did not,
For to hear, you needed the purest heart.
The song was played in the land on man;
A song was sung that no one heard.

poem by Leslie Alexis
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Sure/go to cali/have fun/bring me back/a silver gun/
let me shoot/a hole in the sky/give the moon/another
eye/so I can see/deep inside/in the place/where all
time hides/where people go/after their gone/and love
without love/still marches on/to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when your gone/
to the tune of a different song

you left your heart/in san francisco/getting down at the
disco/when she walked up/too your hand/danced you
down/danced you down/when you land/land on me/you see me/
I'm off the wall/against the wall/I can't call/you can't hear/above the
noise/above the sound/she dances you up/she dances you down/
I grab my coat/and then I'm gone/ to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune
of a different song

the holiday covered in snow/now you're back/where'd you go? /
you got a number/she give you her's/was it hot/ what've you got/
did she take your breath away/what have you got to say/did she take your
breath away/on the beach/in the sun/on the sand/on the run/ in the heat/
in the cold/what have you got left to hold/she took your hand/but now she's gone/
and here I stand/life goes on/to the tune of a different song/to the tune of a different
song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune of a different song

poem by Tina Sena
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Sing me Gypsy [Cântă-mi lăutare]

- Sing the doina, Gypsy dear,
Of all those who went away
To new countries, far from here,
By vain wishes led astray!...

The old man, with lowered brow,
Holds his fiddle, looking pale:
- Well, this song, I tell you now,
Is not sung, for it's a wail!

- Wail it, then, to hear the tune
Of those gone for good, no doubt,
Who have left their homes too soon
And in foreign lands die out...

The old man, with dreary eyes,
Looks at me as if he's blind:
- Well, this song in life – and sighs,
Is not sung, is heard in mind.

poem by Ion Minulescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Till The Last Song Is Sung

TILL THE LAST SONG IS SUNG

You’re welcome to stay
Please don’t go away

We’re open till
The last song is sung

There’s dancing on the floor
We won’t close the door

You can leave tips at the bar
The walk isn’t far
After the last song
Is sung

We’re just up the street
A place where you can plant your feet

Where the drinks are so good
You can’t remember where you stood

You can leave if you like
Be careful on the pike

Remember you came here for fun
Till the last song is sung

4/20/08

poem by Paul Klobusicky
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Eternal Circle

I sang the song slowly
As she stood in the shadows
She stepped to the light
As my silver strings spun
She called with her eyes
To the tune is a-playin
But the song it was long
And Id only begun
Through a bullet of light
Her face was reflectin
The fast fading words
That rolled from my tongue
With a long-distance look
Her eyes was on fire
But the song it was long
And there was more to be sung.
My eyes danced a circle
Across her clear outline
With her head tilted sideways
She called me again
As the tune drifted out
She breathed hard through the echo
But the song it was long
And it was far to the end
I glanced at my guitar
And played it pretendin
That of all the eyes out there
I could see none
As her thoughts pounded hard
Like the pierce of an arrow
But the song it was long
And it had to get done
As the tune finally folded
I laid down the guitar
Then looked for the girl
Whod stayed for so long
But her shadow was missin
For all of my searchin
So I picked up my guitar
And began the next song

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Rain

As the rain drops
Drip drop,
At the sound of a sweet tune
My.hearts futters
As I am reminded of.you
The last.time we met
I sung a song to you
It's both our favorite
Titled as,
I'll be seeing you
So, as it rains
I shall just looking
At the moon
Yet, I shall be
Seeing you

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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This Song

This song has nothing tricky about it
This song aint black or white and as far as I know
Dont infringe on anyones copyright, so . . .
This song well let be
This song is in e
This song is for you and . . .
This tune has nothing bright about it
This tune aint bad or good and come ever what may
My expert tells me its okay
As this song came to me
Quite unknowingly
This song could be you could be . . .
This riff aint trying to win gold medals
This riff aint hip or square
Well done or rare
May end up one more weight to bear
But this song could well be
A reason to see - that
Without you theres no point to . . . this song

song performed by by George Harrison
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Ill be seeing you

As the rain drops
Drip drop,
At the sound of a sweet tune
My.hearts futters
As I am reminded of.you
The last.time we met
I sung a song to you
It's both our favorite
Titled as,
I'll be seeing you
So, as it rains stops
I shall just looking
At the moon
Yet, I shall be
Seeing you

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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The Voice of Love

After a long solitary confinement
In deep love for someone
I heard a song
A song in the woods
Where I stood
The woods which stood in the solitude

There was nobody
Nobody except me
Nobody heard the song
Which rapped in the woods
Somewhere, but I didn't know where
The song I heard wasn't raspy
Neither soft nor melodious
The song I heard was heart-strucken'd

There was a tone
A tune where you can find
A rapt of love.
The song has given pathogen in me
Who's that guy?
Singing in love
Crying and dying in love?

I listened to the song carefully
Now I found
The lonely woods are in me
And the song I heard
was the voice
The voice of love in me.

poem by D'menz Veen
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Cleveland Park

Pacing gently, summer wind
The king stares softly to the sky
Will he ever see his home again
Deep from his heart he starts to cry
As his songs hit the air and young hearts are awake
Soon they join in the chorus sharing all his ache
Theres a lifetime out there somewhere
Somewhere in the dark
And summers on, the lions song
Sung from cleveland park
And the high school kids ignore it
They have their own tune
Theyre just showing off the speakers in their ride
I know what Im sayin
I grew up too soon
And youth goes hand in hand with foolish pride
As their song hits the air and young hearts start to break
The lions join in the chorus sharing all their ache
Theres a lifetime out there somewhere
Somewhere in the dark
And summers on, the lions song
Sung from cleveland park
In cleveland park trees breathe a sigh of all the summers gone
Skeletons in wintertime, they sing the lions song
Theres a lifetime out there somewhere
Somewhere in the dark
And summers on, the lions song
Sung from cleveland park

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Were the World Writ to a Song

Were the world writ to a song
Of what men and maidens would we sing
What legendary endeavours would we praise
The tales and tributes of days now past
What chords would they strike in the night
Ah the song and melody of the earth
Gentle stranger of the spirited mind
That which we have seen and that we know
Is not all of the truth but more besides
And life is there for the living
However the hardships come to weigh
No still the song is sung evermore
Still the world turns while night greets day
Men and maidens go about their business
Beginning and ending stories to be sung
Were the world writ to a song
How would we all be played out
And what verse would we leave in memory
But the song to our lives is our story
Were the world writ to a song
How would I be sung

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Music And Song

To song and to music people dance along
And life all the better for music and song
When the musicians play and the singers do sing
Great joy to so many they always do bring
Music and song belongs to all people not to any one race
And amongst every culture commands a high place
From the North to the South Pole from Brazil to France
To song and to music people inspired to dance
The gifts of the gods to humanity
Without song and music far worse off we would be
To every tune ever born there's a song to be sung
And music and song are for the old and the young
They were born as soul mates and as soul mates they remain
And for music and song let us hear it again.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Song’s End

Where will the song end? Here?
Here by the stretching arc
Red-rimmed and clear>
Or there in the dark?
Where will the song end?
Here, where the lizard sticks its tongue
Into the wide air?
Or there with a friend?
Where will the last note be sung?
Here, or there?

How will the song end? High?
Hight with a fighting ring
Through the wild sky
Re-echoing?
How will the tune cease?
Slow-droned beneath a quiet heaven?
With a dead foe?
Or ‘mid bells of peace?
How will the last note be given?
High, or low?

poem by Leon Gellert
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