Eroica, Eroica, Eroica
Beethoven Third Symphony
A Beethoven master piece
The First Movement
The music starts softly and sweet
Picks soon with full force
In charm awakening
With the orchestra in full display
Loud with majestic power
We are overwhelmed
No place to go
We are exhausted
He relieves us now
With soft melody that follows
He has master command
The music comes quick in flurry
with persistent repetition
We are whipped with emotions
The music comes back again and again
In fresh successive succession
Like a boy coming hurriedly in the field
The tunes comes back
Haunting us in familiar rhythm
It is over and over again
Filling and nourishing our soul
Some sound comes again
From far away
Like someone we knew
Calling us softly,
Gently and beautifully
Racing and touching our heart
The old familiar tune
Comes back and back again
Teasing us
With power
Hurriedly closing on us
The music casts some sadness
The familiar tune comes back
Full of charm
Second Movement
A faint sad sound
So sad
Like funeral procession
The same tune comes back
dressed in sadness
So sad
Revival the music comes strong
Third Movement
The old tune revives back
In full force with energy
With tunes of warning and destiny
Some sadness tunes
Goes deep in our hearts
Crushing us
Dwelling in us again
Mercy
Is there hope?
Fourth Movement
The movement with so elegance
In a while
So Happy tune finally appears
A relieve
The tune comes back again
In happy setting
It is getting louder
And majestic
A new tune
Taking us by surprise
The tune dominating all
We are taken to the wilderness in
Now where we go
We need guidance
The familiar tune comes back
Nibbling music
The music has died out
The faint tune in the back ground
Oh revived
a hurried tune
it comes back
all in force, strong
oh the main theme
bringing joy
the music instruments
bring announcement
talking to us
in language
we do not understand
then it is all beginning
same thing
all again
all again
to a loved tune
strange change of music
curious steps
like a sleuth
and echoing drum beats
as the end nears
very joyful music comes along
to wipe the stress
of past harsh suspense tunes
the music crashing
the trumpets are loud
the old tune comes teasing us
like flute in prairie
Mysterious tune
Like the awakening of the morning
So melodious and deep
Going fast like streaming river
And there is
The calmness of early morning
What we expect
Leaving us in expectation
The orchestra in full force
The repercussion instruments
In control
The French horn
Angry music comes in warning
A new tune born tune
Sad melody
Music comes like small wavelets in the ocean
The old tempo
Comes back in hurry and energetic
Like celebration
Like walking in the woods
Beautiful soft tune
It is all over
The symphony in all power
And fury in closing
Eorica, Eorica, Eorica
poem by Sherif Monem
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I love music. Without music I would be nothing. Music is apart of my soal & personality. For me music comes naturally. I dont have to think to hard to come up with a song or tune. Music comes to me in plenty of diffrent ways. Like voice, movement, nature, instruments, and beliefs. No sound is alike, each one is diffrent..........
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A Whistling Tune
(words & music by edwards - david)
Did you ever notice when the sun goes down
Out of nowhere comes a strange and pretty sound
Its a whistling tune for walking in the night
If you listen you can hear it in the breeze
Specially when the breeze is drifting through the trees
Its a whistling tune for walking in the night
And the murmuring waters sing the song
The echoing mountains hum along
The whispering valleys fill the air
With a whistling tune our hearts can share
Its so wonderful to walk beneath the moon
Listening to old mother natures favorite tune
Its a whistling tune for walking in the night
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Street Music
There's a band in the street, there's a band in the street.
It will play you a tune for a penny—
It will play you a tune, you a tune, you a tune,
And you, though you haven't got any,
For the music's free, and the music's bold.
It cannot really be bought and sold.
And the people walk with their heads held high
Whether or not they've a penny.
And the music's there as the bandsmen know,
For the poor though the poor are many.
Oh the music's free and the music's bold.
It cannot really be bought and sold.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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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
For Shrill The Piper Plays His Tune
When thoughts are idle wanderings
Words tumbled round and round
When feelings they turn inwardly
Still I hear the piper's sound.
When happiness is broken
And the Kings and Queens are gone
The piper's tune keeps playing
And I hear his victory song.
For even when awoken
From the sleepiness of time
There's a distant music playing
Heard clear within my mind
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
No-one has seen this piper man
And no-one has seen him play
But we all can hear his mournfulness
And fear for what he'll say
No folds of fathered cornfields
And no breaking of the bread
The piper's tune keeps playing
With his words as yet unsaid.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The piper's song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole complete
No piper plays before we're born
Before we touch the earth
The piper's tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness disease'd
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease.
Not one of us pays him to play
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is fully paid before
We entertain our wanderings
And confusion in the mind
For the piper's very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Music In The Heart
Music of the heart sounds in the orchestra
For others to judge according to taste;
The pumping of blood made you nearly ask
For the music to stop and make farewell.
O how the heart senses your happy tune!
The melody survives the laughter;
O how the harmonious smell of wooden instruments
Involves us with sound and the astonishment!
Music is a happiness, music is sound,
More than a thought, more than a word;
May wise musicians design the good noise
And turn it into a message of hope.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The sound of music,
Hey! that’s ringing in my ears!
Tune into the tune.
quote by by Ernestine Northover
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Bring Back The Time
You sit alone in your room;
your mind wanders
to the sound of a tune.
A tune that was a hit
so long ago when you were young.
You remember the first time you heard it,
and where you were at the time.
Suddenly a memory springs
from the back of your mind.
Coloured lights and dancing feet
move across your mind.
Your wish now is
bring back the time.
Bring back the days
you remember so well.
Days when there was
a new dance craze every week,
when groups played instruments
before the synthesiser was born,
when songs had lyrics
that everyone could sing
and a tune everyone could hum.
Bring back the teenage time
before the years flew away.
Now in reality I sit and smile,
wishfully thinking I could
bring back the time.
poem by David Harris
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Music
Can you feel the music,
As it calms your soul,
Music helps to keep us
on our feet.
Music is surely the soul
that connects within us all,
Nourishing and comforting us.
The beauty of soft melody
playing helps to relax our
mind and body and our
soul.
Variety of different music helps
us all to decide which rhythm our
soul wants for today.
Music helps us to blossom,
The same way as flowers
like a good tune or a sweet
lullaby.
Without music life would
have no nourishment to help
move us along,
life would feel dull.
Music fills the emptiness in
our hearts,
Spreading that joyful feeling.
Music has a way to always chase
away those dark clouds,
When feeling gloomy and sad,
Turn on that favorite song.
Music has come along way through
out history,
Nothing could never take away
the magic of music.
poem by Derek James
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Refuse to dance
The girls wore their pretty little party dresses,
so sweetly they danced as the music played.
oh how in tune with the music they swayed.
You looked at me as the night began to fade,
follow the music you said.
listen to music with the tune in your head,
I refused to dance! I watched you all...
Refuse to dance, you all seem in a trance,
The way you all talk the way you all dance,
As you turn around to look for me,
it wont be me whom you shall see.
I dont want to fake like your'll.
refuse to dance! !
When you turn around I shall be gone..
Refuse to dance,
I will take that chance.
poem by Maneshree Govender
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Crippled Crow
Beggar standin' on the corner sing your song sing it for a dime
Give them all the pain you carried down the line
Music's flying past their ears rising like a burble those who herd will follow
The out of tune ravings of the crippled crow movin' down the ladder slow
Where your friends on knee will help you
And the cup of tin you carry is just the ticket to get you in
Beggar standin' on the corner dry your eyes your time is nigh
The tears your tastin' are only salty time
Your music's lasted through the years
Goin' through your troubles for the herd to follow
The out of tune ravings...
The crown of thorns you're wearin' is just the ticket to get you in
The out of tune ravings...
The out of tune ravings...
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The Sound of Music
Everyone likes music
and has a favourite song
a tune to brighten the mood
when the day has been long.
Some people like Classical
Beethoven chills them out
whilst others like their Rock
so they can shake their heads about.
A record may bring back memories
it can bring a smile to the face
the music can return you to the past
for a while your back in that place.
Words of a song can mean something
as if they were written just for you
but while they can make you feel happy
others can turn your mood sad and blue.
There's music to lift the spirits
and sounds to bring you down
some folk get turned on by Heavy Metal
but some love to listen to Tamla Motown.
But everyone likes some kind of music
no matter what type that may be
myself I love the mighty Led Zeppelin,
The Beatles, The Stones, and The Free!
poem by Kevin Halls
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The Piano-Organ
My student-lamp is lighted,
The books and papers are spread;
A sound comes floating upwards,
Chasing the thoughts from my head.
I open the garret window,
Let the music in and the moon;
See the woman grin for coppers,
While the man grinds out the tune.
Grind me a dirge or a requiem,
Or a funeral-march sad and slow,
But not, O not, that waltz tune
I heard so long ago.
I stand upright by the window,
The moonlight streams in wan:--
O God! with its changeless rise and fall
The tune twirls on and on.
It's The Music
Do you hear it
Its the pounding of your heart
The thump of your foot hitting the pavement
Its the rythym
Its the song in your head
That tune your whistling
The jingle on the TV
Its the music
Its the rap kicking with the subs
The rock that show you how to stick it to the man
The blues with that soul
Its the music
What is it
Its the music
The heartbeat of the world
The rythym that brings us together
The only universally understood language
Its the happiness
The sorrow,
The guidance,
The inspiration
Its the music
It lives in us all
Its the music
The power
The Life.
poem by Max Lehrman
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Its The Music
Do you hear it
Its the pounding of your heart
The thump of your foot hitting the pavement
Its the rythym
Its the song in your head
That tune your whistling
The jingle on the TV
Its the music
Its the rap kicking with the subs
The rock that show you how to stick it to the man
The blues with that soul
Its the music
What is it
Its the music
The heartbeat of the world
The rythym that brings us together
The only universally understood language
Its the happiness
The sorrow,
The guidance,
The inspiration
Its the music
It lives in us all
Its the music
The power
The Life.
poem by Max Lehrman
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Listen To Music
Listen to music
To change your mood
A fast beat
May make you shrewd
Listen to music
Just to relax
A melodious one
May freeze you as wax
Listen to music
Out of some passion
A slow beat
May keep you from tension
Listen to music
With a fresh cool breeze
A divine rythm
May keep you in peace
Listen to music
To keep doctors away
A classic tune
May keep your ail at bay
Listen to music
When your mind goes dull
A Rehman's composition
May cheer you up well
Listen to music
Just before you sleep
A bethoven's melody
May make your's deep
Listen to music
When your worries attack you
Then see those worries
Running out of view
Listen to music
When you turn as a angry hound
Your favourite beat
May cool you down
Listen to music
But when time says ''no''
Sing a song
And live so long
poem by Abinaya Saravanan
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Grandma Dances
It's not that I don't know how;
it's not that I don't know why;
it's just that you're leaving me
and it don't matter no how.
It's not just that love is lost
it's just that I have
a music call-
for me that's enough.
You and me were not
what we seemed.
It's not just that I was joy-prone
It's that I was never seen,
and won't be missed at all.
No one will pitch no fits
'cause I was nice as I was,
no impact
because in fact
it's not my face that's gone.
It's not my eyes or ears
It was my heart
took the purple shaft;
the full-on burning spear.
There was no purple scream
there was no muted call
parting musically too had beat
no problem,
no harm
no foul.
You never knew half-tones,
never got my melody,
and I
could never sing
your sad song
and faking it
didn't seem right to me.
Give me life's song book
give me a melody that's strong
I'll dance and pirouette
all the night long.
You never knew me;
never got my steps;
never never mind
the fault is mine
our rhythms just didn't click.
Now there was the old bebop
today there's the hippy hop;
but my style is live
my hand is jive
show me what you got.
My feet sweep
cross floors on heels,
happiness is just
the rhythm and the swing.
Get your self a tune
that carries the heart's beat
step along side someone
who can hear the music sweet.
Meld the tunes
lift the light,
sample happiness,
which is after all
music;
that no matter what
carries the tune
it is music true lovers
can always hear.
But if you get caught
with silence wrought
and you don't hear no beat
get yourself examified
you may be dead or dying,
or just plain unhappy.
So if you can hear me wailing
with words rhyme and meter
there's hope for you my friend
and coincidentally;
if I reach
the you that's there
and you catch the tune-
good,
that also means
my heart is live
I'm still jive
and both of us
still dancing—
right through
this old age single hood.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Its The Music
Do you hear it
Its the pounding of your heart
The thump of your foot hitting the pavement
Its the rythym
Its the song in your head
That tune your whistling
The jingle on the TV
Its the music
Its the rap kicking with the subs
The rock that show you how to stick it to the man
The blues with that soul
Its the music
What is it
Its the music
The heartbeat of the world
The rythym that brings us together
The only universally understood language
Its the happiness
The sorrow,
The guidance,
The inspiration
Its the music
It lives in us all
Its the music
The power
The life
An Epitaph for MJ
The world has lost a king.
Music is in chaos; it bewails his loss,
The one whose life was music.
All danced to his tune;
Now he lies low,
6 feet down,
Waiting for His Grace.
We pray for him,
The one whose music was prayer,
'Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race'.
Let us pray in unison for this great soul
Whose food was music
And music alone...
'If music be the food of love, play on....'
No music reigned above him,
But it sprang from his soul,
Whose spirit was music.
The charm of music lies within,
And from therein comes his voice.
He reigned like a fresh bloom
In the garden of music.
But now...
He’s gone from earth,
But not from our hearts...
He stays behind,
For coming generations...
There’s no end for MJ...
poem by Hajara Abdul Khader
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Music
Music is timeless
We sway to its beat
The slow the fast
Make us glow
With ecstasy
That powers to the beat
Rock and Roll
Classics
Pop and Blues
Jazz and Rap
Music no matter what the beat
Always sooths the soul
Love songs
Mowtown
Barbershop and Chorus
Each and ever tune
Makes us swoon to the tune
Those of us lucky
To have music in our souls
Are the ones that send melodies?
That lives forever in our souls
The sweet voices of angels
The rock of ages in bands
They are our escape
From our pinnacle dreams
poem by Kaila George
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