Unstained Melody
UNSTAINED MELODY
There sits a bright face unclouded steady and serene
Under the glorious sun, blue sky, and earthly scene
Fearing no hail, no tornadoes, and the stormy seas.
With music to the ears played by the passing breeze.
A head crowned with honor dignity and an amazing grace,
High above the fragrance belt, an elevated elegant place.
So virtuous a title, to be worthy of a name and fame.
As the journey sees its end. a prestigious prize to claim.
Waving a smile at the remains that will certainly be,
A beauteous fleet, moved over the waves so masterly!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Love Makes A Beautiful Mind
True love walks in an unexpected time with no control, no such warning
Flowers the taste of the sweetest fragrance of faith trust and love overflowing
Blossoms with understanding an emotional secret language and so gracefully...
Braves stormy waters with dignity preseving an unstained melody with radiance, flawlessly!
Love has the most beautiful ingredients building wonders of an amazing superstructure...
Over years or decades can never be measured and it will never ever see any fracture.
At a tender age or at a withering stage true love blooms like a dazzling treasure
Embedded with the splendour of beauty a serenity with a sincere heartwarming pleasure
Love sails majestically wearing the crown of honor in its elegant luxurious fleet
A journey paved with silver lining in dark clouds, a comforting cushioned seat.
Create Date: Sunday, April 18,2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Life....Sweet Fragrance of A Womans Touch!
The Fragrance of A Womans Way Of Life
Mother/Teacher/Wife/Woman/Daughter
of
All Seasons and Reasons
Let it be Winter Spring, Summer, or Fall
She will nurture each dawning day with quality call
Wearing the fragrance of (Islam) faith trust and love
Lending her breath and time, a gift from heaven above
From dawn to dusk anxiously but gallantly slaves.
With no thought of resign but steadfastly she braves
In the darkest hour that flickers, she is the silver lining.
Weaving velvety, magical words, when hopes are dying.
Painting clear bright colors to richness, a happiness flowers
And meals to taste in the kitchen she devotedly hovers
Her touch, perfected, with an ever glowing radiance,
The beauty of her undying love, she scatters with elegance.
With comforting over worked hands, she cradles all troubles.
Despite the number, even if it scores by the doubles.
Elevates her man and shields him from stormy rough days
Preserving his honor dignity name and fame all the way
Clearing doubts confusion that’s unkindly fed to grow
Preventing displeasure, discomforts that sometimes do flow...
The investment is immense and a herculean task it takes
Dawn to dusk a teacher, wife, a maid, mother, daughter she makes
Long years she strives, straight spoken words, genuinely
Kids cling on to her amazing strength, so confidently
Till the journey sees its end she will not, never retreat
Head held high she will keep a sail in his majestic fleet
Unstained melody, a teacher, wife, mother daughter will always be
Through the ages, till end of time forever will be.
Turning to GOD as part of her perfected unique talent
Winter, Spring Summer or Fall is flawless, with determination spent.
Create Date: Tuesday, April 20,2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Oh How We Laughed..(Always On My Mind)
Always On My Mind (Oh how we laughed)
Life ‘s journey leads us: but, to our graves!
As the sun humbles itself and leaves
The world.. to darkness and me.
A numbness invades me insensitively.
With many a heartache following me.
My aging eyes and speak able words cease to be,
As I dipped upon the wide silvery greying seas.
Chains and dreams of haunting memories
Like the tidal waves, keeps on bothering m
Leaving traces of many a foot prints and more!
The insensitive waves dashes into the sea shores,
While my life stately ship sails with honor, dignity
Over the rough dark impatient seas so majestically•
Hoping for blue calm waters of serenity
As the journey sees its end unconditionally
To My Two BrothersFirzoe Ibrahim (died 61)
and
Fairuf Ibrahim (died 42)
Create Date: Sunday, April 18,2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Travelled this Far With Fine Things In My Life
Travelled this Far With Fine Things In My Life
Faith trust, love always completes its awesome victory
As it scatters its sweet fragrance with radiance tastefully
Under the unshaded eyes of the sizzling summer sun
And the darkest hours, the clouds hath bluntly spun
Stars do not struggle to shine, bringing in a pleasant sight
And the silvery stream flows gleaming, with a delight
Every avenue, singing merrily its unstained melody
With blissful joys, serene, dominating an unique harmony.
Flowers blossoming to awaken a heartfelt happiness
The luxurious green meadows with a touch of mist, seen rare
As The soft breeze, gently kisses to freshen the hazy air
With dignity and honor a dream is graciously granted
A loyalty, a trust a devotion that was never ever aborted
On a pedestal, a majestic empire now glistens confidently
As the journey nears its end with a glow triumphantly
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Fine things in life..traveled this far!
Travelled this Far With Fine Things In My Life
Fine Things In My Life.
Faith trust, love always completes its awesome victory
As it scatters its sweet fragrance with radiance tastefully
Under the unshaded eyes of the sizzling summer sun
And the darkest hours, the clouds hath bluntly spun
Stars does not struggle to shine, bringing in a pleasant sight
And the silvery stream flows gleaming, with a delight
Every avenue, singing merrily its unstained melody
With blissful joys, serene, dominating an unique harmony.
Flowers blossoming to awaken a heartfelt happiness
The luxurious green meadows with a touch of mist, seen rare
As The soft breeze, gently kisses to freshen the hazy air
With dignity and honor a dream is graciously granted
A loyalty, a trust a devotion that was never ever aborted
On a pedestal, a majestic empire now glistens confidently
As the journey nears its end with a glow triumphantly.
Create Date: Saturday, April 17,2010
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Radio Waves
From the transmitter, to the receiver.
Across the ether, out of your speaker.
Chorus:
Radio waves have life! radio waves have life!
Machines are living too, theyre working for me and you!
From the transmitter, to the receiver.
Across the ether, out of your speaker.
To the baltic fleet and atlantic fleet.
Faster than the breeze over stormy seas.
Repeat chorus (2)
Through america to albania.
Over reagans head, under moscows bed.
To the warsaw pact and the nato pact.
Down this cul de sac, never turning back.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Omd
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When Tornadoes Take Over The World
When tornadoes take over the world
There'll be no time for fretting
No fussing or complaining anymore
When tornadoes take over the world
You won't have your folks
To blame for all the stuff that's your fault
Your freinds will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head
When tornadoes take over the world
All the things in the fridge
That fell on the floor
Will dissapear
And all of your neighbors
Will be waving their flashlights at your house
Your friends will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head
When tornadoes take over the world.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Amazing Grace
Met did we, in another time, another place,
Not ready to make regard with her amazing grace!
Now and ever more, dreams now not needed-
My prayer for her requite, now again heeded!
She is with me, though many miles are between,
The joy I now feel, ne'er before have I seen!
She is my seraphic beauty, though would deny-
Yet, this quivering heart of mine doth this, belie!
Fortuitous beyond measure am I, indeed-
The complete capture of my heart, I do concede!
I am witness to her amazing grace,
She: cause for the smile ever on my face;
Everywhere I go, everything I do-
There is my love, so beauteous and true!
Maurice Harris,3 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Scene
The scene is so serene.
It gives me hope and sanity.
To these things I try to hold.
The beauty so elegant and bold.
When I come here it is strange.
I see the light.
The world is truly bright.
I feel no fear.
I have no doubt.
Nothing here could hold such clout.
The breeze is soft.
Above allelse my spirit is not lost.
When I come here it's a splendor.
I know that love is truly tender.
So I sit here in this scene.
Caught inside a wonderful dream.
poem by Michael McParland
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A star has faded
Michael Jackson was truly beloved son
He is no more among us as person,
History will honor him and vacuum will always be felt
We bow our head with respect but no ice will melt
He had risen from no where with full of energy
Society had nothing to do except to raise bogey
What can they offer at the time death except white coffer?
They have nothing new in their store to offer
We can mark him as one of the greatest
He had new pattern with songs almost newest
Each of them studded with message of love and peace,
As early morning is crowned with cool breeze,
You served as legend and lovely human being,
Shrouded with mystery but spent honest living
Nothing is remembered for bad or good,
Music was your life and energy was served as food,
You survived and ruled the scene as king of kings
Melodies inter woven with chorus to sing,
All songs crowned with fame of jewels and diamond,
World was fascinated as newest star was found
Does the poverty play an important role to shape the destiny?
Is it compelling a `person to rise in revolt and stage the mutiny?
Or is there any way to stage peaceful demonstration?
Prove true to self and rise to the occasion
He lead peaceful march in the filed of music
His voice and dance created a magic
He knew what good music is and it’s basic?
It was only devotion and not any trick
Great musicians and artists meet with tragic end
Fame and name is not accepted in good spirit by friends
They easily fall victims to their treachery and deception
This is very much realized from the inception
World may never have artist of such caliber in coming days
No one may have mastery or innovative ways
It was his masterly stroke that showed new horizons
People pray and adore him only for these reasons
He may fed away from our memory but not completely lost
So long music remains on earth he will be wanted most
He has enough contribution to the elevation of good music and dance
Everybody has valued his role for the time to come or at once
I salute to soul who has suffered a lot,
He was treasure hidden in pot,
Soul has departed with great pain in the end
He did his best to avoid controversy and tried to mend,
He has died with honor but not that of martyrs
Whole, world wept and shed the tears
How much agony and pain he bore
We have no other option left but simply to adore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne:
Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas-
This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He will send down his heavenly powers,
To carry us above.
There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in:
Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow:
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We are marching through Immanuel's grounds
To fairer worlds on high.
poem by Charles Wesley
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Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne:
Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas-
This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He will send down his heavenly powers,
To carry us above.
There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in:
Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow:
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We are marching through Immanuel's grounds
To fairer worlds on high.
poem by John Wesley
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On the world stage
I never knew as a boy
What can be termed a decoy?
What can be called happiness and joy?
It was just innocent stage to enjoy
As the time moved on
Many changes took place and gone
There was further expansion
Life had joy with beautiful extension
No one to stop and enough of space
Life was meant to be an open race
No restriction for scaling the ladder
I was only claimant and bidder
What makes you to keep head high?
Life is to be guided by principles sans lies
Never to deceive and never to betray
Only on scene permanently to stay
This may help in long run
As struggle is on in hot sun
"Come what may" approach may enlighten way
The story of success can't far away
Life with honor and name
There remains nothing to be blamed
No guilty conscious to feel shame
God only knows where from such feelings came
Only those people can look high
Who have the strong wings to fly?
High ideals and goals to try
No room to shed the tears and cry
So I am here on the world stage
Where it is proved with passing of an age
Individual may have his own identity
But can never be without the blessings from almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ye Mariners of England
Ye Mariners of England,
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze,
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe,
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave,
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And Ocean was their grave.
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep:
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow!
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow!
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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Melting Melodious Moment Of The Past
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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WM Saleem Clan....Memories Special
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Hi..bird Of The Spring Season, What Is Your Name? [ Part-3 ]
O..Bird Of Spring! What Is Your Name? [part-3]
Oh..slender-waisted bird!
You pilot the snowy yacht of the melody
On the blue seas of the skies
As if a breeze on its dreamy flight!
What is that opening line
That is stitched to the melody
Which deftly rolls over and over
To sweetly blend and increase the bliss?
In the melody of your music
I scale the heights of ecstasy;
But with no way to its meaning
I suffer in deep anguish! .
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Journey
A fantasy it was, with thoughts of a journey of starry days in full content
With the sweet fragrance at every sunrise, sunset, and many a pleasant even
But t'was a stormy sail, a mysterious twist and turns, the joy and the pain
Every chapter reads a story complete, with laughter and many a tears of rain
Recalling how it all began a majestic fleet with promises, alas many a broken
Vows made with sheer negligence and commitments all carelessly forsaken
As the steady insensitive flow of violation, disruption that sufficed many a tear
Every little dropp of hope, wishes, now blown away by the winds of despair
What a rigorous ride it really was with friends that could never see a mend
the hard work the endless tolerance patience, seeming to see a never never end
And nearing the winding route came a sudden pure prize, a pleasant friend
God s gift to wipe away the tears and make many a steadfast courageous amends
though a love non-existant, a strong hand reached out puzzled in battle I stand today
Shaping me to lend a ear to what life offers as the angels may not be far away
The rainbow of happiness spreads through the stormy clouds that never did fail
Before the journey makes a halt I am oh so thankful for being part of my troubled sail
Our fleet crossed, a lightening glance, we sailed away memories deep rooted in our hearts..
Dear God hearts must not fail me, as with courage I move on, blessings it is., the email apart!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Cuckoo’s Melody Vavroovahana Patra
Cuckoo’s sweet melody echoes in profound solitude, reverberates in silent atmosphere;
The sweet tune vibrates in the environment, contents poet’s desire.
Fragrance of mango-blossoms pervades through the vernal breeze;
Poet enchants in the lap of Nature being crazy.
Divinity reigns through the melody on Earth;
Earthy creatures rejoice with mirth.
Poet surrenders on the feet of mother Vinapanee, the Deity;
Depicts beauteous verses with gaiety.
Through the vernal breeze goddess mother Basantee blessth all innocent honest creatures;
Penetrating rays of wisdom contents their desires.
Cuckoo’s marvelous melody brings inspiration;
Beauteous is goddess mother’s creation.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Amazing Grace
(Traditional)
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
Amazing grace, oh amazing grace
That saved a wretch like me
Oh amazing grace, amazing grace
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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