Mystic Rhythm
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know - things I wonder
Things I'd like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone -
Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms - under northern lights
Or the African Sun
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms - under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar
song performed by by Rush
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Mystic Rythms
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, Things I wonder
Thins I'd like to say.
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms, under northern lights
Or the African sun
Primitive things stir the hearts of everyone.
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way.
Mystic rhythms, under city lights
Or a canopy of stars.
We feel the powers and we wonder what they are.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms, under northern lights
Or a canopy of start
We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar.
song performed by by Rush
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Mystic Rhythms
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know -- things I wonder
Things Id like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone --
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of whats beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms -- under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar
song performed by by Rush
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Why he puts me there
as i leave the island i have stayed for seven years
the familiar sound of waves and ingratiating rhythms
shake me into realisation that the Almighty
has placed me here to learn the mechanics
and power of rhythms and nuance of nature
so that i too can churn out lines that could
gravitate their way into the heart of humanity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Precious Gift Of Poetry!
Yes, poetry's a wondrous gift, vivacious lines of verse
That help to give the heart a lift with rhythms to rehearse!
When spoken, it's a memory to bless the ears as well,
The incantations gently weave their very special spell!
Encapsulating captured words that fill the air above,
All circling high like tame young birds to help spin yarns of love!
At best, the rhythms carry you into the writer's realm
Where he directs them ever new, the captain at the helm!
Perhaps across calm seas that soothe the soul in need of rest...
Or stretching forth and thus improve with thoughts so full of zest!
Whatever words are brought to bear, mid this realm and the next,
The poet strives and thus takes care, creative muscles flexed!
Perhaps the midnight oil's burned, perhaps there's little strain
And yet the poet's rarely spurned when there's so much to gain!
Of all the blessings God bestows to aid us as 'Mankind',
It's poetry that overflows from mind to mind to mind!
If only we'd all try to write, we wouldn't waste the ink!
We'd be more noble, more polite, investing time to think!
We'd mull things over in our hearts, we'd take the time to see
One of the greatest of the arts is precious poetry!
poem by Denis Martindale
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I Want to Be Everything to You
yesterday, i was think in rhythms
it's just like you and me to be that awesome
earth isn't a planet in the galaxy with a moon
it's where i live with you
my bed isn't where i lay
it's whenever we sleep, though night or day
songs that make me feel. good.
i like to relate them all to you
i can't wait to come home every night
to see you when i wake up is everything
i'm glad we both did things the way we did
so that things are the way they are
i want to be everything to you
in this realm, all is about the future
let's keep dreaming, so the future doesn't run out
but let's make the future the present
and your presence is the future of my past
poem by Annie Cordelia Adams
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Mystic Moon
the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light
mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush
the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her
mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector
mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Truth & Bone
Sometime I can feel you breathing into me.
And these hands I can feel them tugging at my sleeve,
I move through the day in the rhythms that Ive known.
Ive got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down.
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
My mouth is full of secrets Im too afraid to tell.
My bodys full of longing for you to know me well.
I move through the day in the rhythms that Ive known.
Ive got this crazy dream of stripping down to thruth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
I think of sinking in way over my shoulders,
Let the water, the water take me in and i
Need you to cut through to where Im hidden,
Im awkward and Im too polite and I want
Two stars for arms like orion I could
Breathe in and breathe in and breathe out.
If I could only lose myself
I would lose myself in you,
I move trough the day in the rhythms that Ive known.
Ive got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Truth & Bone
Sometime i can feel you breathing into me.
And these hands i can feel them tugging at my sleeve,
I move through the day in the rhythms that i've known.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down.
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
My mouth is full of secrets i'm too afraid to tell.
My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
I move through the day in the rhythms that i've known.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to thruth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
I think of sinking in way over my shoulders,
Let the water, the water take me in and i
Need you to cut through to where i'm hidden,
I'm awkward and i'm too polite and i want
Two stars for arms like orion i could
Breathe in and breathe in and breathe out.
If i could only lose myself
I would lose myself in you,
I move trough the day in the rhythms that i've known.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
All of it, all of it, all of it stripped down
All of it, all of it, all of it, to truth and bone.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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That central system
poetry is ringing that bell
in the scheme of things
- that central system we draw
our moods, our growth,
our hours and seconds -
so that it resonates the
secret yearnings of our hearts
punctuated them with
words and rhythms
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Early Works - There’s A Light
The world seems mystic and unreal
as into the night I steal
seeing shadows on the ground
of towering figures all around.
In the distance, there’s a light
of a candle burning bright
as the moon up high
shines through crevices in the sky.
Like a sleeking ghost, I wander
gazing at the shadows I ponder
in the darkness of the mystic night
and feel the call of a beckoning light.
My shadow seem to run and steal
into the mystic and unreal
as the candle lit by my love sends
cascades of light dancing on the stars above.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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Rhythms Of Life
Everything has a rhythm
that puts music in the air.
The morning with its bird calls
awakening everywhere.
The yawns of the waking
as they greet a new day.
The afternoon rhythm
is smiling faces to be seen,
especially while the sun
is high up in the sky
mingled with laughter
from children as they play.
The evening rhythm
is of the close of day
as the voices of the night
begin to appear.
A gentle breeze cools the air
to end another day of rhythms
before they all begin again.
The seasons have their rhythms too;
the spring with its new life
from the earth begins to grow.
The summer with its warmth
and bright colours, begin to show.
The autumn as the year
begins to die away.
The falling of the leaves nurture the soil.
Then the winter’s rhythm comes in play
with the cold winds that blow
and the bringing of the snow.
It is the rhythm of the closing of the year
and so the rhythms of life
go on everyday.
19 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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One of the hardest things to believe is that anyone will abandon the effort to escape a charge of murder. It is extremely important to suspend disbelief on that. If you don't, the story is spoiled.
I used to write sonnets and various things, and moved from there into writing prose, which, incidentally, is a lot more interesting than poetry, including the rhythms of prose.
quote by Shelby Foote
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Dancing To The Rhythm
Lonely, my life used to be lonely
Lonely like the lonely single number one
Lonely like a lonely sun
Without a single iota to shine upon
Crying, deep inside I was crying
Like the muddy Mississippi, my tears flowed
Carrying with it my lonely soul
Leaving no clue of who,
where or what I would become
Oh, how I longed to be possessed by one somebody
To hold me, control me, show me what I should do with my broken life
But oh, was I lifted when I let your light shine in my body
Then I shed my sorrows for joy, love and
you in my, my, my li-li-life
Im dancing to the rhythms of your love
Singing sweet melodies of your sweet, sweet love
Forever grateful for your love
Money, oh how did I have money
Enough to last me from start til the end of time
With some more to leave behind
And yet I was a cent-less pauper in distress
I can, feel the very presence of your love here
Though Ive never seen the pleasure of your smile
No, Ive never touched your hand
And yet youve given me eternal happiness
Oh, how I longed to be possessed by one somebody
To hold me, control me, show me what I should do with my broken life
But oh, was I lifted when I let your light shine in my body
Then I shed my sorrows for joy, love and
you in my, my, my li-li-life
Im dancing to the rhythms of your love
Singing sweet melodies of your sweet, sweet love
Forever grateful for your sweet, sweet love
Im dancing to the rhythms of your love
Singing sweet melodies of your sweet, sweet love
Forever grateful for your sweet,sweet, love
Im dancing to the rhythms of your love
Forever grateful for your love
Oh, how I longed to be possessed by one somebody
To hold me, control me, show me what I should do with my broken life
Oh, was I lifted when I let Gods light shine in my body
Then I shed my sorrows for joy, love and you
in my, my, my li-li-life
Im dancing to the rhythms of your love
Singing sweet melodies of your sweet, sweet love
Giving all praises for your sweet, sweet love
Im dancing to the rhythms of your love
Forever grateful for your love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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My poems is not Poetry
My Poems are not Poetry
Poetry rhythm is essential part
Communicative act of rhythms
Where words created music
An effect on the reader’s and listener
Words beginning with the same letter
And achieve a poetically effect.
My Poems has no rhythms
For the first time I don’t know
What to say and how to show.
Many words is not my style
Let me say, I like your smile
I don’t think I should like you,
Unfortunately I do.
I'm not sure now how to write
I lost my idea how, where words
Are used in away similar
Creating Music, where you find
Languages of rhymes
I write Prose but not Poetry
Using a regular rhythm
Where vast majority
Of languages spoken and written.
I try to be a barn, the muses were believed and inspire
I try to hard without success,
you already know, I guess.
Anyhow, it doesn’t matter
Usually I do not write
Things like this, I never tried,
for the first time I don’t know
what these lines should say or show.
Allegory, metaphor equated
Meaning lie outside the narrative
Acrostic phase when read together
Alliteration words same letter for poetical effect
Satire is a form of humour
Limerick is a short humorous poem.
And Honestly, I don’t regret
Things I did and words I said.
7. January 2008
poem by Mary Wismer
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Dinner Invitation
if I at this keyboard
proffer
thoughts of how I feel
among the dirt paths
within the valleys green
reduce opportunities
infer profanities
slimming hopes
dulcet rhythms
increasing mirth
whence shall arise
understanding
that only I shall know
offer me
on your keyboard
thoughts of how you feel.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Myriad Thoughts
I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.
28 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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There Are Poets Better Than Me
There are poets better than me:
Many known, and many more unknown-
They have language I don’t have
And an ability to surprise in ways I cannot
And the beauty of their sound is a beauty beyond mine-
They have worlds I do not know
And rhythms I cannot reach
They can entertain as I cannot-
And they see and feel what I cannot;
They are better than me:
Other poets are better than me
Greater than me
More than me.
And the only consolation is
Writing what I feel I must-
Going on.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Vampyres
there are things you don't know about
things that go unseen
things that chill our very soul
things that muffle our screams
there are things that hide behind us
things that feed on flesh
things that try to find you
things that don't need rest........
the night may hide
what need not be seen
forgotten by the sun
only remembered in dreams
lovely killers....
stalkers of the night
children of darkness
fearing the light.
poem by Faith Franklin
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Derangement Historically Expansive Echoes
To my sensual soulful Istanbul
mystic veiled spectre haunting
undulations soft sensual rhythms.
Flowing fusillade thoughts frequently flee
to lost time ruined dissipated private places
where once fermented an empire's juices.
Fat plots seeping fostered luscious dramatic covetous juices
producing throbbing dust choked conspired changes
rich in diverse emotive engineered hegemonic experience.
Stretching tortured sepsis fabled essence
across greased or ungeased unread palm
countless hands caught stirred murky waters.
Far from war's devastation
also are laments cried
due to plot weak willed men
eager to exploit carnage.
Seed such designated derangement
neither were you spared in times
past nor present in war nor commerce
politic my mystic soulful Istanbul.
Hegemony - Leadership, predominance.
Sepsis - Putrefaction; infection from a festering wound, blood-poisoning.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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