Music - Hello Poetry

Dec 2016

Denel Kessler

Stardust

in the dark
compass spinning
wanton wind
howling, wailing
brittle arms
in concert waving
emerald waters
whipped and raging

sky crushed velvet
sequins sewn tight
to the shattered
span of night
a million times
each time as new
with stardust eyes
with gratitude

#nature #appreciation #moments

Oct 2016

Bhakti Lata

Poet's Work

Playing with words
Flirting with thoughts
Hiding behind metaphors
Seeking an expression
Prancing in the past
Down memory lanes
Reliving the joys
Relieving the pains
Painting a future
Winking at the possible
Gazing at the probable
Sighing at the impossible
Poet is at work
Creating a uni-verse.

#poetry #poet

Aug 2016

Sjr1000

The Sound Tracks of Our Lives

In heartfelt
songs sung

Coming together
or
Tearing apart

Falling in love
or
Breaking up.

Aug 2015

Sydney Victoria

Sing

Sound Penetrates The Ear
& Seeps To The Soul

Singing Can Make
The Broken Heart Whole

Minnesota All-State Choir Was A Blast.
Music Allows Me To Find The Beauty Within Myself

#music #sing

Mar 2015

David

In His Image

Why does mankind deliberately evade true happiness? I have been pondering this baffling question for several years.
Why does mankind so often punish themselves and others by resorting to foolish and needless arguments?
God created man and woman in His own
image and although they fell in the garden of Eden, He sent His beloved Son Jesus to forgive them if they return to Him and are reborn through His mercy.
Why are we so downcast, dear readers? Can we not henceforth take our troubles to our Heavenly Father who loves us? He is a Mother to us as well.
If we are created in His beautiful image, why cannot we choose to create as He would wish us to? This might include writing of poetry or fiction; it may include sketching or painting or crafts of culinary arts, etc.
Do we choose to use whatever gifts He has showered upon us or to refuse them?

David copyright March 2, 2015

Dec 2014

Andrew Durst

When you love someone.

And when you
            love someone;

their name
begins
to sound like
a song that
never leaves
       your
            head.

-Andrew Durst.

Aug 2014

Ann M Johnson

Mood Music Revised

I listen to music that matches my mood

The music is like color to my senses

Pink: A  happy tune

Blue: A sad song

Green: A song with lots of energy

  Purple: A song that makes me feel joyful

  Black: A depressing tune that I cry to

  Mixing them would be like a rainbow after the rain

  A mixture of happiness, joy and pain, what remains is mood music, let it play



  I sometimes want to play something with a rocking beat, to clean to, to make the time fly by

  Other times I want to really personally connect with the lyrics, when I need to cry

  There are times when I will listen to some oldies, i will not lie to reflect on days gone bye

  There are times I’m in the mood for a country tune

  In my lifetime , i have often sung the blues when the problems of life knocked me down

  I try to brush off the dust and get back up and listen to something I can dance to

  I sometimes don’t want to hear words and like to listen to Classical music, like Bach

  I sometimes will listen to pop
I also like some experimental electronic music
created by a friend
I Love music and may the Love never end

  I sometimes need to unwind after a tough day and listen to something inspirational

  I take off my shoes and my socks and listen and relax or  just  dance  in my own unique way

  I say whatever my mood I Love the tunes and I like to play it Loud and be swept  away

  It is all Mood Music , Let It Play!

#life #music #mood #tunes

Jul 2014

Marian

Music (7W)

I cried at the beauty of it!!

**~Marian~

Jul 2014

Jonny Angel

Dulcimerlover

I'm in love with a dulcimer,
she feels good in my hands,
I finger her strings
& she loves me back
with her sweet melody.

Jul 2014

Sonja Benskin Mesher

. the time .

seven minutes past six,
should it have passed,
the back bedroom?

sometimes it is earlier,
or later than this.

classic fm.

nine minutes past six,
their number is six,
eighteen twelve, for
those up early, need
a mention.

the piano plays.

sbm.

Jul 2014

Andrew Durst

"Now."

I'm the dust caught in the wind
Another raindrop upon your skin.
All the words that you couldn't say,
Another scar that I can't erase.
It's not the same, no, it's nothing like the past,
I can't help myself from always looking back.
I wanna live again in those better days,
I swear I can't stand how time makes everything change.

I guess this is to the past,
I guess this is to growing up,
Those were the best summers I ever had,
Now it feels like it's closing the door on us.
Where will you be when I need you "now"?
how will you be able to hear me call your name?
Can't you feel me reaching out?
I'll do anything to make you stay.

May 14th, 2014.

Jun 2014

nivek

music

there is music playing over these hills a secret sound
played by the unseen and heard in the early watches
of a summer that hardly sleeps you can count on it
as sure as the sea is only a mirror to be walked across
every morn these days the music is an eternal rolling
mist from out the deeper sea and will play every day