Let us dance,
Let us sing,
Let us be merry and jovial
See! The lark flies!
Red and gold
Aflutter in the breeze!
The strings resonate
The drums beat in time
As horns and flute
There is much to
No such thing!
Each day is much
Like the other
So sadness, evil,
Away with thee!
We will sing
Of what was,
What will be
The past shall not
The present ever
a walking pace
So will be our days
Left to fate
Such are the
So what use are
These of gloom and doom?
Stay with me,
Let us be with
Music til the end
But may our music
Beethoven Violin Concerto, Op.61 - third movement
There is no substitute for healing,
than to bloom in your own fire.
To climb wound by wound
on your bruised fervour,
is far better than growing wild.
Do not despise your reflection,
the shadows can lie.
You turn stones into petals,
this art is sublime.
Years of infight results into an exalted rank we are too blind to notice at times. Give yourself a chance.
In your eyes
In your smile
In your closeness
I am mute
At your sight
But should I
Or should I not?
I want you
But I’m scared
I fear that
You will go
And I will be
Or trust I not?
You are the highlight
Of my fantasies
Of my realities
Of my frivolities
Love I you
Or love I not
That is the question.
i love William Shakespeare poems more than anything else, this poems is dedicated to my love Eden who is always treated me like a child.
it’s not that my eyes
we’re wide awake
to the merriment
it’s that I was tired
of holding onto
one sided relationships
It is getting to an end
very soon the whole enjoyment
merriment and jollyment will soon be over
But anyway it was fun
being around everyone
and the happiness is without bound
I'm so sad and at the same time
happy that things are coming to an end
and i love the ending ***'
its a happy one and i wish
it would not come to an end at all
Frenzied swirls of royal purple, glittering gold, & shimmering green dance about the long marbled corridors, soft echoing laughter & clinks of champagne flutes melody throughout the room, muffled soft moans drone from a secret chamber, shielded from prying eyes. merriment & glee will continue to perfume this place for hours even after the drunken frolicking revelry.
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.**
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
inspired by Suzanne Vega's song, "Gypsy".
Lost your *** and spent your gold
Drunk all night and you were told
The Murphy girls have brothers ninefold...
So, have you an inkling this mornin'?
Don't say you had no warnin'!
Gee those Murphy girls sure are pretty
But now your listening to this "told ya so" ditty
Got a bit fresh and way too giddy...
So now your hurting this mornin'
At least last night wasn't boring!
So next year's the same when put'n on the green
Remember the date it's March Seventeen
Kathleen, Maureen, Colleen do preen...
Just to count your gold in the mornin'
So don't be a leprechaun hornin'
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Any coincidental name of the same is sheerly that, please don't send your brother.
In order to be glee
One's mind should be free
Free of burdens and exhaustion
Only such life is a satisfaction
This world is a dungeon for us
That is why we have created so much fuss
Just like birds trapped in a cage
Waiting for the door to open, they gaze.
So let them overburden you with their expectations
And don't say a word about it in hesitation
Just do what they say
As long as you stay
Life is so exhausting,tough and unfair.
— The End —