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My Evening Star

MY EVENING STAR
In the gathering gloom of my evening
sky,
I saw your face in that evening star;
Showering your brightness and your
magic light,
To dispel my gloom from afar!
While in my heart a sad old tune, -
A tune of sadness and of love,
Played like the melody of an old violin,
And I listened as if in a waking dream!
For you have left me and gone afar,
To shine as my enduring evening star!

-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
12 Jun 08

poem by Raj Nandy
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Offering As An Ignorant

The tune
You tuned
At the time
Of my birth

Cryingly I find
To harmonize
My living
My love
My journey
To make its end

The tune
You tuned
I listen in the wind
The dream sends the signal
Yet the life the present the past
The seeker I ever unrest
Unsettled to synchronize
Me with the chariot

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poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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My Plea

I send you my letter
you who reads hearts better
to tell you how life is turning sour
and that my sorrows are more

I send you this prayer
you who shows that you care
when life proves bitter
a wound without cure

i send you this case
you who bares no curse
for my actions so coarse
and that my heart bares a crust.

I send you this hymn
you who knows life's theme
please keep my lips in tune
and receive my life; a song out of tune

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poem by Timothy muggaga
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Africa Flute.

Our soul feels the tune of the
Africa flute as it dance it way
through the gentle wind, this
sweet melody supassed our
sorrowfull moments, so hands
gloryfy the full moon, in it we
trust. Tonight we merry with our
gods, so the death are at peace,
through our moves we intorxicate
and communicate with them, their
laughter out sound our voices so the
future is bright. We are the children
of the full moon, and the tune of this
flute made us Africans, and Africa is
our religion..

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Music

Music is timeless
We sway to its beat
The slow the fast
Make us glow
With ecstasy
That powers to the beat

Rock and Roll
Classics
Pop and Blues
Jazz and Rap
Music no matter what the beat
Always sooths the soul

Love songs
Mowtown
Barbershop and Chorus
Each and ever tune
Makes us swoon to the tune

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poem by Kaila George
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Muse I

Recognize your muse
Among the multitude of whispers.

To see her, through many colors, shining,
Tune your senses
To hear the highest tones,

Fly beyond the scale
To hear her melody,
Tune ears and eyes

To colors beyond the spectrum,
Recognize her beyond yellow and blue
Creating your own rainbow;

Have a way with her
To catch her grace in the sublime
For the Muse to recognize you

And choose among multitudes;

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poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Blue Daze

True as the moon turns
a zephyr blue daze,
seeks the end of
a quandary of weaving,
 
A zephyr blue daze
and a crescent of sky,
a quandary of weaving,
sharp light in my eye.
 
And a crescent of sky
is a reason to smile;
sharp light in my eye
while singing a tune
 
is a reason to smile,
a tangle of jangles
while singing a tune,
glowing with light.
 

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poem by Rick Stokes
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The Old Paino

The old piano plays the same tune over and over again.
Why you say? Its because it's my tune no one else's! Why you want to change it? Its because I know I can!
I don't want anything to change on this old broken piano!
I don't want nothing to change it's because its stronger than you think! I beg you please don't change it!
That song is more powerful than you think! Please don't change anything! I love the way it plays so please don't leave me and say good bye! I feel lost with out you but I know it's time to say okay and let you go...

poem by Jessica Howard
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So Satisfying

The musician struggles with a tune all night
and tries to keep it near.
Sometimes it slips right through the ear.
At times it's gone I fear.

A cursed blankness creates a loss
and in the morn you sigh.
'Should the theme have ended low
or have taken the notes up high?

That tune is gone but the quest goes on
and the music comes alive.
A theme is finally completed
and so you let it survive.

Over and over it plays in the head
and will not be subdued.
To the musician that wrestled with the notes
the completion is just like food.
So satisfying.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Play Jolly Music at My Funeral

I’ve taken in recent years to thinking about my funeral
and have decided to make one paramount request:
play jolly music at that ritual.
What good does it do to heap on dirges
or other mournful melodies?
I won’t be there to be gratified by the grieving
and if I could tune in
I’d be happier to see those present have some relief.
Dixieland would be nice.
Joplin would be fine.
Something by Fats Waller would certainly do.
Those early jazzmen knew what they were up to
when they set about making funeral marches swing.
So swing me away, please, with a rousing tune.

poem by Richard Greene
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