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My favorite music is the music that,I hear going off at the Hospital, when a COVID 19 patient is off the ventilator.

This music is
A Song of a new dawn,
A Journey to the future,
A melody of new life,
A Symphony of hope, and
The rebirth of the universe.

Hussein DekmaK

Copyright
Kudos to all of the healthcare workers who are risking their lives to save one life at a time!
Healer Oct 2
What good does it do for me to love a God?
I am nothing but a human, a hopeless creature.
Destroying everything I touch is my true nature.
Loving you doesn't come easy to me.
It's tearing me apart knowing that we don't have a future.
How can I protect my soul against the force of nature?
How can I work on the storm in my heart?

I was silent symphony you have undone me.
I am snow-blind at your golden sight,
I selfishly leach to your unearthly company.
I am in trouble every time I think of you,
I am trembling with a frantic uproar,
An inquiring rumble so deep it shocks me too.

You crept into my black dreams,
turning every unspeakable ****** nightmare into a rosy dream.
I am a creature starved of love,
you are an enchanting mirage of affection.
How can I not fall for your exquisite smile?
Your intangible but visible presence brightens my unholy sky.
Unknowingly, you snared my heart.
Now I am ruined for this lifetime.
But what good does it do for me to love a God?
I might as well love the sun or the stars or anything else that's forever out of reach.
Jenish Aug 19
swift breeze rolling waves
bamboo flutists trying notes -
symphony in air.
Andrew Rueter Jul 18
Kentucky nights bring stillness
but not silence

tranquility shrouds creatures of the night
their symphony betrays that.

Grasshoppers and crickets chirp ceaselessly
microorganisms making music of magnitude

introducing dusk to night
with unintelligible cheering.

Timid critters make their presence known
using the anonymity of darkness

raccoons and opossums wail in the distance
their cries aren’t a call to action but a wild expression

they could be dying—they could be giving birth
it’s always one or the other.

Vulnerable bellowing brings out the dogs
for a canine crescendo

projecting power into the air
raised hackles raise spontaneous barking

echoing through the ravine
alerting newts and neighbors alike.

The noise is paused as dogs are brought inside
the faint murmur of scolding replaces them

like an aria without an aside
the air is still again

until a pack of coyotes complete the satz
finding their prey as the night’s finale.
E Jul 4
I write
A symphony
Of you
And me

We sing
Our symphony
Colors and sounds
Float through the trees

Symphony
Red and blue
Make a purple symphony
Cecil Miller May 2
A tremble in the stillness
Disturbs the reflecting glows
Presages a message from the gently
   disturbed surface,There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
A peaceful song upon my life.
Almost called Natural Symphony, but I love the thought of nature personified.
Jenish Apr 23
Like buds open soft,
Mind blooms with no serenade.
But it's pure fragrance,
Reaches distant akin hearts.
The symphony tolling long...
roses
roses
on my word
roses

what a beautiful gesture
and a wondrous sight
a blessed day
finished with a symphonic night
Zack Ripley Jan 13
The crack of the neck
the pop of the knee.
These sounds are parts of the symphony of me.
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