An Old Man Walks And Sings
An old man walks and sings-
He no longer knows the words
But the melodies remain-
He sung for years
But now he no longer knows the words-
The melodies as he walks
Console him and convince him
He is still worth something -
May the melodies please go on as long as he does
And may his mind go to its final rest still singing.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Flutist
Oh sweet beautiful flutist
Play for me the beautiful melodies of your hearts desire
How softly do the graceful notes come from the instrument of your musical prowess
The sweet melodies that pour from your instrument of the heavens
Oh how they soothe my soul
Oh how they take away my past
Those beautiful sweet melodies from heaven
Oh sweet beautiful flutist
Let me play for you to sweet melodies
For I am not worthy to hear your melodies
The melodies from heaven
poem by Alex Fischer
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Only In My Mind
thoughts fire
mind blaze
run on wind
words sing mind melodies
words sing song new images
dance in heart veins flow
words shape shift
into new thoughts
concepts poems
several are written
in time heart beats
wonder stirs anew
but only in my mind
where the beauty sings
sung sight meditation
no words given unto paper
no words processed on light screen
no words kept mind record
dart of honeybird flight
bats fly sonar night vision
wing beats of wonder
words released born free
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ah those melodies of love
Ah those melodies of love
How they are alike
With stories of love
How sweet they are
Even when they hurt
Though always have an end
They keep living there
Somehow, somewhere
Deeper so deeper of hearts
To remain and sigh
Every while and while
With every beat of pain
They revive and sigh
Ah those melodies of love
With them my insane soul shivers and flies
Ah those melodies of love always take my breath away
With them old memories flies
To those places where the love was.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Sweet Melodies
Birds in the trees
singing sweet melodies
Oh how I marvel at these.
So many calls
how it enthralls
Oh how it mystifies me.
When they're in flight,
not in my sight
Oh how I wish I could see
where they have gone,
where they were drawn.
That's where I wish I could be.
Who's hearing your song?
Who knows you belong
to all those who love melodies?
Oh how I yearn
for your return.
I listen and wait patiently.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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So I concentrated on the rhythmic side of things, and therefore left a lot of holes. I didn't want to use big pad chords everywhere. All of the songs are built up of small melodies and counter melodies all played very rhythmically.
For me, the most difficult thing is that I am learning melodies on guitar from some songs whose melodies were not meant to be played on guitar. Ever. They were intended mostly for keyboards or melodic percussion.
quote by Dweezil Zappa
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Same Old Tunes
I sat at my piano tinkering with the keys
and the same old tunes came back to me.
Melodies I had written long ago
that seem to haunt my soul.
It was the rhythm of my life
as the scales moved up and down.
After years of writing ever-haunting melodies
like my life, they drifted away from me.
The comparisons were striking
with the events of life’s ups and downs
and for a few minutes,
I found myself trying to capture
what once had been.
There were no lyrics in my head
to fit to a happy tune.
Only the black and white keys
that lay beneath my fingertips,
playing out the same old tunes
I had written in life and song
all those distant years ago.
13 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Words To Me Mean
words are just word that mean nothing at all as my heart turns cold i can no longer say i care at all to you that may be wrong but to me words are just words that mean nothing at all but to others they are so much more they are words of felling words of hate and joy and worst of all words of hurt but words are just words i could care less at all with words of love, joy, and laughter you can no longer get me down words are just words that no longer hurt at all so no longer let them take charge words are just words of many words of few may cause trouble or cause joy my heart turns cold at the sight of your hate and rejoice with joy at the sight of happiness so you see words are just words that i can no longer take at all
poem by Kimberly Whittenburg
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Was A Sunny Day
Words & music by paul simon
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radios singing song
All the favorite melodies
He was a navy man
Stationed in newport news
She was a highschool queen
With nothing left to lose
She was a highschool queen
With nothing left to lose
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radios singing song
All the favorite melodies
Her name was lorelei
She was his only girl
She called him speedoo
But his chistian name was mister earl
She called him speedoo
But his chistian name was mister earl
Was a sunny day
Not a cloud was in the sky
Not a negative word was heard
From the people passing by
twas a sunny day
All the birdies in the trees
And the radios singing song
All the favorite melodies
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Melodies Of Sunset
I feel the gentle breeze
caress my cheeks
as we walk along the sand
near the closing of the day.
The sun sets the sky ablaze
with its crimson hues
while the hiss of incoming waves
plays melodies
as we amble along.
We stop for a few moments
to kiss and hug,
then amble on our way
with the melodies of sunset
playing in our ears.
8 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Good Life
A good life is a song
when melodies are sung
by laughters and smiles.
A good life is a cup of tears
when days are painted
by all sorrow and pain.
A good life is community
when one ceases to be alone
in the sea of love and compassion.
A good life is courage
when the heart of faith
announces the dawning of a new day.
A good life is knowing
the Shepherd who walks with us
even in the valley of death
and brings us to the mountain of safety.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Evening In
she
wearing the moon
of night’s melodies
they
sipping wine
tasting its whisperings
together
in Eden’s labyrinth
searching refrains in the dark
- January 16,2007
Published by Words Words Words in Sep. of 2007
Go to: http: //wwwezine.blogspot.com/2006/12/poetry.html
poem by Ben Gieske
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There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It's always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.
quote by David Bowie
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A Happy Song
I have a cousin named Emily,
Whose dark hair is so long
And her big brown eyes are happy,
Singing a happy song.
Yes, a happy song,
Which isn't sang with words,
They're hums and tunes and melodies
Of thousands of singing birds.
The happy song can not be stopped,
Even when it hurts,
The happy song can not be stopped,
'Cuz that's when it exerts.
The happy song can never be lost,
Nothing can tear it apart,
There's only one place you can keep it,
That place is in your heart.
poem by Linda Claire
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Unless you're singing something that's kind of in rhythm with the bass, the melodies, it's just difficult.
quote by Kim Gordon
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Melody
Caring words, noble feelings, wise thoughts
Have been enchanting from afar.
A friendship so true, warm, and soft
Worth being a tune for your guitar.
We can listen to the strings echoing
Blessed melodies so high,
And telling stories of living
That joyfully reach the sky!
(March,2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Spell this for us... W.E L.O.V.E Y.O.U J.E.M.U.E.L
We remember our little Jemuel
Even as in our heart you shall dwell
A small bubble of light: A ceaseless flame,
Sparked, and left to burn in our hearts
For you:
Sweet melodies are being sung in heaven
On the arrival of the newest angel,
Born of Kay and Clarence - Your name Jemuel
Hearts are stolen by you, on earth and in Heaven
Jesus’ little brother, born of a loving mother
Up in heaven, sitting with Emanuel -
Sweet melodies are being sung in heaven
On the arrival of the newest angel:
Jesus loves you, am sure you could tell
Even as with him your spirit dwell.
“Boy” you’re with our sweet Jesus, up in heaven’s glory
So enjoy the gold and save us some castles,
Like those in mommy's bible story.
You can walk and you know how to spell
So spell this for us…
W.E L.O.V.E Y.O.U J.E.M.U.E.L.
Copyright © 2008 Leslie Alexis
poem by Leslie Alexis
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He Walks Without A Poem
HE WALKS WITHOUT A POEM
He walks without a poem
There is no poem in his mind
No poem in his heart.
But the idea of a poem
The dream of a poem
The daily task of a poem
The justification given by a poem-
He stops and writes these words down.
All around him
the morning light sings songs
of the things
of this world.
A poem perhaps?
Perhaps not?
I
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Man Walks Slowly/ When He Has Nowhere Special To Go
A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-
A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-
He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-
Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?
He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-
He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-
He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She (On he's perspective)
She is perfect in her own little way,
Just to see her smile gives me reason to stay
Her serene eyes always apprehend my attention;
Leaving me staggered and feeble.
The way she talks, so firm yet gentle,
With lips so supple, it can dazzle.
Her voice, it brings ease to my ears
Singing melodies that I long to hear.
Her hair looks good in any trend,
She does it all in an effortless matter.
She has this aspect which I never figured-out
A facet that makes her stand-out from the crowd.
Personality-wise, she is fun to be with,
Every second is worth-while, I wish time was infinite.
I have never been in love like this before,
It's just you who I really adore.
She is love, the reason behind all this poetry,
I'll have to find ways to decipher this mystery.
I am just a dreamer, immortalizing her through words,
Simply, she is the reason behind all of my works.
poem by Art Aquino
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