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Music makes the world go round; Oh, that much is true. Cajoling my own eardrums With rhythm, pace and blues. It strikes a chord, at least in me And I mean that metaphorically.
#sundayrepost Tales have been told since the dawn of man, Passed down to daughter and son. Tales to warn or to inspire, Or to teach how work gets done.
I. A poem is a snapshot of the soul; A feeling frozen in time, A memory stuck on flypaper, A window into the garden Stopped between night and morning. II.
Simplicity is sometimes the key, Go ahead read more you will see, That your analysis is completely wrong, The writing here is luscious and strong, Sometimes with poetry it's what's left unsaid, That...
Exotic words and phrases, I always take the bait, I am the illustrator, My job is to create .
I let the harmony, Lift my spirit free, Allow my fingers dance along, To create a symphony. Major or minor, Notes twirl and sing, It begins to get louder, Climax to a cacophony.
The silence echoes across a room of empty souls, a heart shot to pieces, riddled with bullet holes....
I was never good at much With my words People I could touch It is my only gift My words can be Happy and emotive My mind and hand Are as one Towards the world of words I ran Opuss was the...
I have a name; I live it without a thought or care. You were given a name, The brand that left you not...or the same. From others. They called yur name and you knew what it felt.
Let's begin with Something easy Something simple Something understandable For isn't that how We must be known. Oh, sure. Be a great.
#colourchallenge #purple #hithereimnew Phoenician The hue of kings A joyous melody Played by pipers Dancing on the backs Of the conquered.
She sits, alone at the bar A dry martini in a crystal-cut glass Balanced between her slender fingers Which, in the hazy smoke of her cigarette Drip with diamonds that wink and glitter In the low...
Akin to a stream animated on rocks, Each syllable embraces its beat. It longs to ensnare each snapshot of imagination, By a clause, simplicity harmonizing impact.
Write me a poem,. Or write me a song,. I don't care if it's short,. Or massive and long,. I just need words,. With rhythm and rhyme,. I need a special piece,. Something to stop time,.
You are a stave of music, You play for me to hear, Dainty as a flute, a reed, For I've the keenest ear.
Play me your music, Lull me with a song. Sing to me those words, I've been waiting for so long. Notes are better then words, So play them to me. Crescendo out your heart, Let me really see.
The dead have only one thought, I wish I was alive, For creative thought, this is what I strive. It all ended for me the day I took my life, Poetry set in motion, death to emotion.
Can I taste. The sound of laughter. Witness Cupid's bow of love. Can I chase the words I master. Spoken directly by my mouth. Could I paint. 'The Triumph of Galatea'. Only holding Raphael's brush.
The moon brightens the night as a nightlight, white as snow on a good night. Goodnight, we say to the world, but how many of us are good in this world.
They say a thousand words can be captured in one painting and I believe it to be true. For what words could I speak that I couldn't just show you. No sayings to ponder within your own head.
The sky turns black with anger, The sea, a well of pain, Sulphuric tears and bitter years, Acrylic in the rain.
I've never written one before. It doesn't really apply to my life... Well I guess it does, but not that much. I mean, there's a certain aspect that does, but really, just the one.
Man on stage, oh, how you straddle the strings that hold me together. I am a guitar in your arms, a mic in your palm, a shuddering, tormented wreck - like a nerve exposed.
Stood like an inanimate swan. Curvaceous and smooth. With graceful fingers. You'll succumb to a subtle groove. The notes will hypnotise you. Shivers will tingle. Starting from within.