Zing Went The Strings Of My Heart
Dear, when you smile at me
I hear a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me
Started a symphony
Zing went the strings of my heart
Whoa now the breath of spring
Whoa i heard a robin sing
About a nest... apart
All that you seem to be
End up in harmony
Zing went the strings of my heart
I still recall the thrill
I guess i always will
I hope we'll never depart
Dear, with your lips to mine
A rhapsody divine
Zing went the strings of my heart
Zing went the strings of my heart
Zing zing zing zing
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Misunderstandings
are like chillies.
seen in isolation
it makes you cry.
but
they add the zing
when mixed to a meal.
same way
lovers tiff
stood alone
is poison to relationship,
but
as a part
of
love's pot pourrie,
it cannot but add the
zing
and
bring zest to life.
..atp
.6.09.2007.
poem by Samyak Jain
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Hey Miss Fanny
Roy orbison/james morrow
Here comes fanny walking down the street
Walks so groovy and she talks so sweet
Hey miss fanny you sure look fine
Tell me please, wont you be mine?
Hey now miss fanny
Hey now please be mine
Well come on baby lets go downtown
Rock, jump and mess around
Well hang out and raise some fun
Well stay out till after one
Hey now miss fanny
Hey now please be mine
Well sugar us sweet and so are you
Im plumb crazy bout what you do
My heart string it does go zing zing
Everytime you start that thing
Hey now miss fanny
Hey now please be mine
Well listen to me baby please
Youve become my hearts ...
Youve got me just wild for you
Please dont drive me crazy too
Hey now miss fanny
Hey now please be mine
Hey miss fanny, please wont you be mine
Please be mine
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Blackbird
Ov all the birds upon the wing
Between the zunny showers o' spring,-
Vor all the lark, a-swingen high,
Mid zing below a cloudless sky,
An' sparrows, clust'ren roun' the bough,
Mid chatter to the men at plough, -
The blackbird, whisslen in among
The boughs, do zing the gayest zong.
Vor we do hear the blackbird zing
His sweetest ditties in the spring,
When nippen win's noo mwore do blow
Vrom northern skies, wi' sleet or snow,
But dreve light doust along between
The leane-zide hedges, thick an' green;
An' zoo the blackbird in among
The boughs do zing the gayest zong.
'Tis blithe, wi' newly-opened eyes,
To zee the mornen's ruddy skies;
Or, out a-haulen frith or lops
Vrom new-pleshed hedge or new-velled copse,
To rest at noon in primrwose beds
Below the white-barked woak-trees' heads;
But there's noo time, the whole day long,
Lik' evenen wi' the blackbird's zong.
Vor when my work is all a-done
Avore the zetten o' the zun,
Then blushen Jeane do walk along
The hedge to meet me in the drong,
An' stay till all is dim an' dark
Bezides the ashen tree's white bark;
An' all bezides the blackbird's shrill
An' runnen evenen-whissle's still.
An' there in bwoyhood I did rove
Wi' pryen eyes along the drove
To vind the nest the blackbird meade
O' grass-stalks in the high bough's sheade;
Or climb aloft, wi' clingen knees,
Vor crows' aggs up in swayen trees,
While frightened blackbirds down below
Did chatter o' their little foe.
An' zoo there's noo pleace lik' the drong,
Where I do hear the blackbird's zong.
poem by William Barnes
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The Spring
When wintry weather's all a-done,
An' brooks do sparkle in the zun,
An' naisy-builden rooks do vlee
Wi' sticks toward their elem tree;
When birds do zing, an' we can zee
Upon the boughs the buds o' spring, -
Then I'm as happy as a king,
A-vield wi' health an' zunsheen.
Vor then the cowlsip's hangen flower
A-wetted in the zunny shower,
Do grow wi' vi'lets, sweet o' smell,
Bezide the wood-screened graegle's bell;
Where drushes' aggs, wi' sky-blue shell,
Do lie in mossy nest among
The thorns, while they do zing their zong
At evenen in the zunsheen.
An' God do meake his win' to blow
An' rain to vall vor high an' low,
An' bid his mornen zun to rise
Vor all alike, an' groun' an' skies
Ha' colors vor the poor man's eyes:
An' in our trials He is near,
To hear our mwoan an' zee our tear,
An' turn our clouds to zunsheen.
An' many times when I do vind
Things all goo wrong, an' v'ok unkind,
To zee the happy veeden herds,
An' hear the zingen o' the birds,
Do soothe my sorrow mwore than words;
Vor I do zee that 'tis our sin
Do meake woone's soul so dark 'ithin,
When God would gi'e woone zunsheen.
poem by William Barnes
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Shoestring
Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
Without the zing of bling things!
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
Droppin' hip hop poppin'
To stop coppin'...
From lockin' boppin'
So rock mop and toppin'.
They woke up soak and wet,
And feelin' threatin'.
'Cause' all the bling
They stung up...
Stopped affectin'!
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
Without the zing of bling things!
And trying to live today on just a shoestring.
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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KEY TO A WOMANS HEART...by talile ali
CASH
SECURITY
FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVE
LUST ENTWINES ALL OF THESE
AND BUMPED UP WHEN IT NEEDS TO BE GREASED
LIFE
GREED
PAST, PRESENT DEEDS
SOMETHING IN THE BRAIN
DRIVING THEM ALL INSANE AS THEY KEEP
BUMPIN AND GRINDIN AGAIN
TO PERPETUATE THE NEEDS
I CAN'T STAND BEING USED, WOMEN
AND I CAN'T EXIST WITHOUT ANY OF THEM
A SLAVE FROM THE VERY START
NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
ONCE,
TWICE,
THREE TIME WAS VERY NICE
DOESN'T MEAN A THING
IF THE CASH FLOW DOESN'T HAVE A ZING
ZIM
ZAM
FORGIVE ME, NO THANK YOU MA'AM
WHO KNOWS WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN
WAS IT ALWAYS A GAME, PLAY PRETEND
DID WE NEVER GIVE IT THOUGHT AGAIN
IT'S TEARING ME ALL APART MY FRIEND
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
poem by Talile Ali
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The Kiss
My mouth blooms like a cut.
I've been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!
Before today my body was useless.
Now it's tearing at its square corners.
It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knot
and see - Now it's shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing! A resurrection!
Once it was a boat, quite wooden
and with no business, no salt water under it
and in need of some paint. It was no more
than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She's been elected.
My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has stepped
into fire.
poem by Anne Sexton
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What Sanctity...? ...
T he dawn is part of pattern webs which spin
O ut from the past and not from future fate,
A nd may Time mime, itself anticipate?
C an far horizons scan the span within?
T he wind won’t carry inkling whispers in
O pen echo unfurled in single trait.
R esponse to whom? to what? When? Early? Late?
N ew strength unveiled, by star signs sent to bait
O ne Cause or one Effect, - to end? begin?
T he story feeds from song or need to sing?
O ne’s need to heed the lied, lead on, create
U rgent vistas which can compensate
DRE aded hole inside inside’s dammed spring,
AMA zing grace to help face everything?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Being Tina Turner
When I turn my Hoover on
I usually burst into a song
for if I sing the notes all wrong
no one can hear when my Hoovers on!
I mimic Tina Turner
because she's Simply the Best
I dance like her and I prance like her
and my ‘big hair' looks a mess!
I pretend to myself that the spotlights on
and I'm wearing a gorgeous dress
Well maybe in reality
it's short shorts and a vest!
I take my bow as I dust and sweep
I curtsey very low
I collapse on the couch all in a heap
Cos' I'm getting old you know.
Well it's rotten doing housework
and it adds a bit of zing
when I'm being Tina Turner
and pretending I can sing.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Flinging The F-word
I suppose some of you versifiers
think the use of the f-word
puts that extra zing
in your lines
You think the truth is as crude
and coarse as your writing is
You abandon all standards
convinced of your righteous
intent
You ignore Emily's rule-
'Tell all theTruth but tell it slant-'
Emily Dickinson's
metaphor for
her lack of directness
is the stuff of poetry
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Emily's Rule
Some versifiers on this site
think using obscenity
puts a zing
in lame lines
They think truth is as crude
and coarse as their writing
They abandon all standards
and ridicule rules
convinced of their righteous
intent
They ignore Emily's Rule-
'Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-'
Emily Dickinson's metaphor
for her lack of directness
is the stuff of poetry
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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So Much Of It That Comes Awarded
Not mystified by false idols.
Symbols
Bangles or beads.
Faith is a decision one makes.
And keeps that...
Throughout misery.
Or a grief left,
By another.
Who chooses that to leave.
Being pleased and grateful.
No judgements to pass or share!
Waking up each morning.
And expressing thankfulness.
Without concerns of what 'bling' to 'zing'
To wear for stares.
There is so much in life,
That awakens one aware.
So much of it is there without conflict.
So much of it that comes awarded...
One can afford that is not limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night Sound
Out there
in the tranquillity of my night forest
there is a squeak
of a small animal
or bird
or frog.
I hear it above the intermittent swish
of tyres on the distant highway
and the gentle zing
of crickets below my window
and the deep contented breathing
of the dogs at my feet.
And I need to share the squeak
of the small animal
or bird
or frog
with you.
(14 September 1986)
poem by Diana van den Berg
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She is that sunshine.......
Walking on the beach, with a lazy style
she made it bend,
before i know, we covered that mile,
...'nd my heart was mend
There was a time, when i looked around
but it was all dark
zing in her eyes lit a candle light
made'em fade, the old scar
She is that sunshine,
I have'been waiting for a long long time
took me to, that'old world'of mine
She is that sunshine.......
From my window, when i look outside
the grass is green and birds are white
now my door open to that beach
where waves come around to touch her feet
everything that glows is never out of reach...
She is that sunshine,
I have'been waiting for a long long time
took me to, that'old world'of mine
She is that sunshine.......
She is that sunshine.......
poem by Mohit Dhawan
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Television Addiction
Tom said, ” My! Dearest Friend Hick,
Why do you appear so weak and sick?
Do you have any major stress? ,
You seem to be in a great distress.'
'Has your father excluded you from his will? ,
Or has your wife again incurred a hefty bill?
'Has your son topped from bottom in his class?
Or has your boss again called you an 'ass' '
Has your daughter courted the trouble same? ,
By courting that wanton Casanova again.'
Hick replied, 'These are the trivial things,
That cannot diminish my zest and zing
Now I have lost interest in life,
Because cable operators are again on strike.”
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Knowing That It's Going On
Behind the wheel I can drive,
With you so close by my side.
And under a star bursting sky...
We ride with a love of life we like,
Undenied and so high!
And knowing that it's going on!
Snacks munched on the scene,
Are more enjoyed while singing.
We've got that happiness 'thing'.
With a zing that sizzles...
And a tingle that rings!
As a bongo looped with the rhythm flows.
To get us popping our fingers to that hip hop beat...
Grooving sounds from the radio.
We bob our heads as the moonlight glows.
And this is how we keep,
Our weekends together sweet.
And knowing that it's going on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spreadin' Rhythm Around
Ted Koehler Jimmy McHugh
Music everywhere, feet are pattin'
Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan
Everybody is out high hattin'
Spreadin' rhythm around
Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin'
Drums and saxophones rip and tearin'
Everybody you meet is rarin'
Spreadin' rhythm around
Up in Harlem in every flat they give it that zing
Which according to one and all is what they call swing
Those who can't afford silk and satin
Dance with Gigolos who are Latin
Come from Yonkers, the Bronx and Staten
Spreadin' rhythm around
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Spreadin The Rhythm Around
Ted koehler / jimmy mchugh
Music everywhere, feet are pattin
Puttin tempo in old manhattan
Everybody is out high hattin
Spreadin rhythm around
Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin
Drums and saxophones rip and tearin
Everybody you meet is rarin
Spreadin rhythm around
Up in harlem in every flat they give it that zing
Which according to one and all is what they call swing
Those who cant afford silk and satin
Dance with gigolos who are latin
Come from yonkers, the bronx and staten
Spreadin rhythm around
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Outro
This is for you Ms. Ann Who is now with our heavenly father Who made the real commandments. A ma zing gra a a a ace How sweet ( How ow sweet sweet) The sound (The sound) Souououound That saved (saaaaved) Saved a wretch ( a wretch) Like meeee I once was lo o ost (lo o ost) Lo o o o ost (lo o o ost) But now But now I'm found What you say girl? But now I'm found They still can't feel you But now (ad-libs) I'm found Was blind
song performed by by Destiny's Child from The Writing's On The Wall
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Easter Zunday
Last Easter Jim put on his blue
Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new;
Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass,
That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass;
An' pok'd 'ithin the button-hole
A tutty he'd a-begg'd or stole.
A span-new wes-co't, too, he wore,
Wi' yellow stripes all down avore;
An' tied his breeches' lags below
The knee, wi' ribbon in a bow;
An' drow'd his kitty-boots azide,
An' put his laggens on, an' tied
His shoes wi' strings two vingers wide,
Because 'twer Easter Zunday.
An' after mornen church wer out
He come back hwome, an' stroll'd about
All down the vields, an' drough the leane,
Wi' sister Kit an' cousin Jeane,
A-turnen proudly to their view
His yollow breast an' back o' blue.
The lambs did play, the grounds wer green,
The trees did bud, the zun did sheen;
The lark did zing below the sky,
An' roads wer all a-blown so dry,
As if the zummer wer begun;
An' he had sich a bit o' fun!
He meade the maidens squeal an' run,
Because 'twer Easter Zunday.
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
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