The Grand Piano
In the centre of four white corners
He stood proudly dressed in black upright
Keys in minors and sharps
Shining in mahogany in the light
He spoke with golden tones
With definition and authority
He was sort after
By the minority and majority
So many desired
To play his keys
Producing melodies with chords
But very few could afford
His price
It was worth it
It was nice
He was the grand piano
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The Grand Piano
The grand piano stood in the corner
no longer played anymore.
Once it stood under the spotlights
in crowded concert halls.
Famous musicians from around the world
sat and played concertos
and solo arias with soft melodic tones.
Each note graced lovely
from eagerly expectant ears.
Now the crowds have disappeared,
loving fingers no longer graced
its black and white keys.
The grand piano just stands alone
locked with memories
of the great old days.
25 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Minority Government
The wise are in minority.
The rulers are in minority
Rogues too are in minority.
So are captains and militants.
Teachers are in minority.
Bishops are in minority.
Juries too are minority.
So are smugglers and the rich.
Americans are in minority.
Human beings are in minority.
Minority rules the majority.
Minority rides the majority.
Majority yields to minority.
Majority fears the minority,
And loves to play the role of drudgery.
The sign of majority is slavery
23.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thank you
Thanks for being you
Thanks for being true
For you I always have a dozen thanks
For you I forever have a bank of thanks
And let me be quite plain and frank
I hold you high up in my heart of ranks
Thank you being there
Showing me constant love and care
Thank you for your patience
It does play upon my conscience
This eight letter word
For you is a price I can always afford
And when my voice in appreciation clanks
With these words just know it aint no prank
Thank you for your humour
With you laughter is an emotion I can explore
Thank you for being nice
They say true friendship comes without a price
Thank you for being you
And for demonstrating what it is to be true
Thank you being good
And for forever lifting up my fluctuating mood
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Women
W – Wonderful, witty and wise
O – Obligated obedience applies
M – Mysterious to be precise
E - Elegance with a price
N – Naughty but nice
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A silly poem about keys
Keys can open doors
they can lock you in
keys on a piano
but not on a Violin.
Keys to a safe
inside a vault
keys lost again
well that's your fault.
Keys on an old typewriter
and on a modern laptop
keys stolen by a thief
to break into a shop.
Keys hang on a keyring
or on a fancy chain
but how on earth can you
dropp them down a drain?
Keys for this and that
a key lying under the mat
having to rush to the Vet
it's been swallowed by the cat.
So I'll end this poem now
and try and get my key
I dropped it down a drain
oh stupid and silly me!
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Raining snow
There was once a little town
Where it rained only heavy snow
The town was consumed by sadness
It kept snowing a fortress
of never ending madness
'Raining snow, pour down and go'
They would say
'All you do is make us feel low'
Winter has never been our friend
Coldness is the only message it sends
Rivers turn into blocks of cold ice
Everyone is everything but nice
Obstacles hit us not once but thrice
Why shower us with such a price?
The raining snow replied,
'If you all just unite as one,
Your warmth alone will melt the ice'
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The Minority
I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the morals of majority
'cuz I wanna be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dark
the freaks are all alone
A face in the crowd
A song against the mold
without a doubt singled out
the only way I do
'cuz I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the morals of majority
'cuz I wanna be the minority
Step out on the light
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
to my own beat now
the only way to go
One light
song performed by by Green Day
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The piano chords
You play the piano chords
In this sonata as well as
In the music of Prokofiev,
Emphatically catching the music's mood.
Fingers seem to stick the keys
And the keys seem to direct the fingers,
When the thumbs move under them.
You both look like a single being,
In together.
The piano seemingly breaks the sounds.
They penetrate my soul,
Searching for the necessary words.
I understand the story of your feelings.
Dedicated to Richard Clayderman
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Open Heavens
The Heavens have opened
Pouring down with rain
Pouring down a range of sorrows
Like there is no tomorrow
We stand in unity
Awaiting a faculty of miracles
Praying for some form of immunity
From the uncertain
Famines, tornadoes, earthquakes
Without giving us a break
In no chronological disorder
Our earth, our Mother
Has chosen days and places
To reinstate her authority
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Bitter Winter Sweet
Bitter Winter Sweet
Clattering shivering teeth
Frosty icy streets
People yearning for hot meat
A snowman freezes without heat
Snowy flakes lined up neat
Children play, laugh and sit
Schools close down in defeat
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Pleasure
P - PAIN
L - LOVE
E - EXCITEMENT
A - AFFECTION
S - SEX
U - UNDERSTANDING
R - RELAXATION
E - EXPLORATION
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Candle dance
The candle dance
implies a significance
of beautiful romance
The candle dance
ensures that there is a balance
of darkness and light
Its light flickers and dances away
Leaving us all in a romantic trance
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Your Trust
Your trust is what I desire
If you turn out to be a liar
like a raging fire
I will need seven daily weekly cures
Because there is only so much that I can endure
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The Day the Piano Came
His fingers caressed the new, shiny keys, pulling out the strings
of Chopin melodies and chords that tugged at the heart.
We had never heard anything so beautiful as the gentle notes
that rolled into my ears, soft and warm. I shivered
in this warmth. It was too beautiful. This man
was a genius, bringing us this new and beautiful happiness.
That night, while everyone slept, I crept downstairs
and sat at the new piano. The smooth white glistened
under my curious fingertips. They itched to play.
This was a real piano.
I had never seen such an elegantly monstrous instrument,
and it was right here, in my house, under my fingers.
I was wrapped in bliss that night, and in the years
that followed, that silent piano brought me peace.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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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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The Truth about Life
The struggle goes on
Whichever direction you turn
There is no excluded section where you can run
The truth about life
Is merely to survive
From the moment you arrive
In birth, to the end of death
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The Perfect Miracle
I have found
The perfect miracle
In a simple prayer
Forgive me
Love me
Hold me
Guide me
Let me be
Lord I thank thee
I do not expect an answer
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Piano Key Color Stream
The white and black spruce
That edge so well
In sharp melodies of contrast.
The piano key color stream
Mesh like light in a simile
And jive so unexpectedly,
And sway
with a rhythm
that contrives intravenously
Over interlocutor’s musical frequency’s
.
Black and white.
Hard.
Keys.
Ledgers.
Who build and perform
With nouns and adjectives
And odd punctuation.
But are so different?
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Light
Day and night
Is decided upon by light
Daylight is wondrous and bright
Darkness solely brings upon fright
Black and white
Is entirely lucid in light
The beauty of sight
Is valued broadest in light
Any form of fight
Must be done in light
Otherwise winning will be tight
In the absence of light
Hovering around will be our plight
We can't separate wrong from right
If we cannot see without the light
So light from the sun is fun
Essential for a battle to be won
As a fire ignites
Particles of dust reunite
The fiery orange light
Fends of the termites that bite
The candle or moonlight
Is always a special invite
Inspiring me to write
Spinning my imagination to great heights!
Light is good
Light is food
Light acts upon our moods
Light is a weapon
Light is a bundle of fun
Light of a lamp, of a candle or sun
I call for you to keep shining on!
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Black or White - Political Correctness
Black, black is beautiful
All colours are meaningful
But Obama is not black, he is mixed race
Think about it; absorb this at your own pace
I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
In all fairness, in this world of madness
This is what I call 'Political Correctness'
Obama is not black but mixed race
Take a look at the color of his face
He is light skinned, not even dark
But they chose to call him black
I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
With a white mother and a father that is black
The ignorant masses prefer to refer to you as black!
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
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