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Maryann I Feb 23
The wind hums low, the rivers sing,
The flowers bow, the branches swing.
The sky, a canvas brushed with light,
A masterpiece both bold and bright.

The rolling hills, the ocean’s breath,
The whispers held in silent depth.
Oh, how the world forever sways—
A song of life in endless praise.

Beneath the stars, beneath the trees,
A quiet peace, a flowing ease.
The earth hums soft, a lullaby,
A love that never says goodbye.
10. The Wonder of Nature
(Intro - Strings softly, like a gentle breeze)

I. (Flute - Bright and playful)
A sun-kissed park, a whispered jest,
Two souls entwined, no room for rest,
From laughter shared, a joyful start,
A melody of hopeful heart.
No shadows lingered, skies so blue,
A world of dreams, just me and you.

II. (Oboe - Slightly melancholic, but sweet)
A distant hum, a whispered fear,
Of broken dreams, and unshed tears,
A family's weight, a stifling hold,
A future planned, a story told,
That wasn't ours, a path astray,
A different tune, we longed to play.

III. (Clarinet - Rich and warm, a comforting tone)
A quiet talk, a listening ear,
A shared burden, banishing fear,
"I understand," a gentle sigh,
"Let's face the world, you and I."
A kindred spirit, strong and true,
A helping hand, to see us through.

IV. (French Horn - Bold and confident)
The horn proclaims, a vibrant call,
A spirit rising, standing tall,
"No more regrets, no looking back,"
"We'll forge our path, on the right track."
A symphony of courage bold,
A story waiting to unfold.

V. (Flute & Oboe - Intertwined, a duet of understanding)
The flute and oboe softly blend,
A melody of hearts that mend,
"Your pain I feel, your dreams I know,"
"Together we'll help our spirits grow."
A shared compassion, deep and bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

VI. (Clarinet & French Horn - Building in strength and harmony)
The clarinet joins, a steady beat,
The French horn's voice, can't be beat,
"We'll face the world, hand in hand,"
"A symphony of love, we'll stand."
A fortress built on trust and care,
A bond unbreakable, beyond compare.

VII. (Strings swell, a crescendo of hope and resilience)
The strings arise, a vibrant surge,
A tapestry of dreams emerge,
"No matter what, we'll find our way,"
"Together we'll greet a brighter day."
A symphony of hope takes flight,
A future painted, bold and bright.

VIII. (All instruments together, a joyous finale)
The music swells, a joyful sound,
A harmony of love profound,
Two souls entwined, forever near,
Conquering doubts, banishing fear.
A symphony of life's sweet song,
Together we'll always belong.

(Outro - Strings fade softly, leaving a sense of peace and optimism)
This is an experiment.
I thought about my last pieces.  How music influences some of my writing.  How my father bought me at an early age a record of "Peter and the Wolf" for children, how it explained the meaning of the music, how each character had an instrument.
Africa Poems Jan 30
The Mystery
of You & Me
is that we see
things differently
but stop sometimes
considerably short
of misunderstanding
each other completely.
Agree to Disagree.
Zywa Jan 24
Horses are dancing

beneath the strawberry moon --


Life is very sweet.
Song "Cinnamon Horses" (2024, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds), album "Wild God"

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Your words so sweet, I oblige thee.
My words flow freely as I confide in thee,
Harmoniously, I shall reside in thee.
Effortlessly we flow,
Through light and shadows we go.
You have become all that I know.
When we cast a stone in anger’s wake,
Ripples return, our peace they take.
For in the hurt we choose to give, lies the pain within we live.

Negativity, a shadow cast,
In our spirit, it holds fast.
A burden heavy, dark, and grim,
Dimming the light that shines within.

Yet,when we sow seeds of gentle care,
Love returns, to us, fair and square.
For kindness shared is kindness gained,
In the cycle of life, so ordained.

So let us choose the path we tread,
With thoughts of harmony, not dread.
For when we heal, not harm, we find,
Peace of body, spirit, and mind.
The energy we give is the energy we receive
The writer of songs wishes to compose for his lover yet to come,
he asks the night if she will come as a floret in the wind
to caress him as a candle’s light, the lyrical harmony of
his beloved is clearer than the shower of the spheres
upon the deep violet petals, he rests into slumber
as a dreamlike vision appears of her hands softer
than velvet in motion upon the strings of the mandolin,
the gazes of him and her rivet as the one, gentle hymn of their souls,
he harrowly arouses then walks to his thistly rose garden, revelation
arrives to him so he returns home to begin the inking of the symbols
on the music sheet papers, through his symphonies, he
resolves to tell the endless fables of love and tragedy.
snipes Dec 2024
Does it all make sense yet?
Does this life have any feeling?
Is our soul in the right hearts?
Will we finally find harmony?

Once a upon a time we were all alive
Passed the golden gates as orchestras
synthesized a symphony
No one ever heard of hate or blasphemy
Peace was found along side of freedom
and we could peacefully breathe freely

Now twice a upon a reality death was rudimentary
The faucet leaking took a soul while all our hearts were sinking
Blood clogged so bad it sent vibrations worth 8 years of seizures
The lineage broken breaks down a soulmate into insanity
The silence of fear hoping to find its harmony
Meditation brought me to table of contents.
The subject matter of God and Death
has been humbling to the soul.
I talk with them often for grace.
At times the Devil will have a few whispers.
I am forced to hear but it’s my choice if I should listen.
Peace and freedom is something I fear to balance.
More or less the pages keep turning.
And in this book of life I hope to find the meaning of the soul at least once or twice.
Asher Dec 2024
Children of one heart,  
Devotion's ocean runs deep,  
Colors make it clear.
A haiku based on the song Dreams Sweet in Sea Major
Timmy Shanti Oct 2024
i fell in love more times than i can count
had my heart broken into tiny pieces
rose from the ashes, which is paramount
and every time i sought to find new meanings

i fell and stumbled, failed and tried again
weeping dry tears, fleeing my own purpose
and yet i chose to shine, and smile, and bless
at times it meant i did me a disservice

my trials were many, tribulations, too
my labours fruitless, my appeals unanswered
and, without fail, i ventured to choose you
you called the banners, and i bore the standard

i fell in love a hundred million times
in love, i found my calling, my true essence
if loving you is such a heinous crime
i'll fall again, and proudly serve my sentence
what are we but mere vessels and vehicles of love?

Oct 2024
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