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 May 2016
Qasid Ali
Hey buddy you're funny you make me smile
Oh yeah well why don't you sit with me for a while
I'll tell all about my fake shattered smile


Found my brother
******* about me at my back
Why call him a brother
When dignity he lacks


Well I want to stick in his face some darts
He ain't nothing, not worth a real brother's farts

Oh well yeah that's a funny one


Someone weeping said to me
I have a broken heart
I said to her well
I have one too..!

What do we get when we combine two broken hearts?
She smiled and said softly a new heart

I smirked and said no lady that's two broken hearts...



Just the pain shared
Die a thousand times love dared...


A small doubt that someone cared
Expecting some help being scared



The humor is just a mask
The sarcasm just does the task
Why so serious you ask?
Try living in havoc's flask.
 May 2016
Tom Blake
I know what I'm thinking you don't
Agree.
It may not be right but it's right by me
At the moment it's how I feel, how I see...
Just me, right or wrong.

I am another Life, another Mind
Another throbbing heart
At this time.

You say listen, listen I do
I hear no words of wisdom
I' m hearing nothing new.
There was a time
It was everyone else
Now it's Me
Becoming Myself... Important or not.

I am another Life, another mind
Another throbbing heart
At this time.

Another life to be something
Another life to be nothing
Another life to  win or lose
Another life to laugh and cry
Another life to live, to die.
 May 2016
Nathan Pival
As I lay down
To fall into slumber
In a gentle land
*******
Yellow Jacket
Stung me in my hand
Tonight not insomnia
Nor caffeine
Or even the troubles I keep
Kept me from my sleep
The little *******
Hid under my pillow
Doing his best
Waiting and plotting
To steal my peace
And much needed rest
I usually keep the peace
And let nature be free
But tonight I made an exception
And I killed that ******* bee
 May 2016
Aquinas
I'm safe in my room
This glorious tomb
Afraid to leave and scared to be
Faced with all the possibilities
That the cards show
In sick, steady flows
The future that won't happen
The future in my head

So happy birthday to me
You annoying ****
I hope your day is filled with happiness and luck
And that you're not lusting after that guy
That rejected you every time you tried
Because you've come to accept that
The future is in your head
I turned sixteen today and it was pretty sweet (pun intended)
 May 2016
DJR
Old School Thoughts:

My ink rans out!
The sheets are out of stock!
Get the gun, fire the torch...
This is an immediate war!

Nowadays Thoughts:**

My ink rans out!
The sheets are out of stock!
Get the phone, type the words
Wifi is fair, my neighbour is well
Hello Poetry is on, ready for my poetic soul...
Here they hail, poems that should remain!
Hail O' Poetry for "Hello" Poetry.

It was nice to meet people with wits, passion and love for poems here in the website. I'm kind of the "newbie" here, and the like I first received in one of my own made me blush! Now, going through the system here and forth is one of my newest and best amazement, a new hobby, I would like to foresee and hold onto until I live.

And so, my imprints lie in here.

Dedicated to all of you. :)
Thank you.
 May 2016
RAJ NANDY
THE  SAXOPHONE STORY
          BY RAJ NANDY

The Saxophone is perhaps the most expressive
instrument next to the human voice.
Was made by Adolphe Sax, a Belgian, through
a deliberate choice!
He wanted to offset the tonal disparity, -
Between the string, wind, and brass instruments,
with musical clarity !
He felt that the strings ones were overpowered
by the wind instruments.
While the wind instruments got overblown by
the brass ones instead !
Now what would happen if the best qualities
of these three instruments types,
Could in a fusion blend and coalesces into a single
instrument type ?  
So finally at the age of 20 years, in March Eighteen
Hundred and Thirty Four,
Adolphe Sax created a magical instrument for the
World to hear and adore!
It had the power of the brass, the flexibility of the
strings, and the woodwind’s variety and tone;
Which got christened after Adolphe Sax as the
SAXOPHONE !

Adolphe’s famous composer friend Hector Berlioz
in Paris City,
Gave this new instrument wide publicity!
In 1844 the Sax was presented in the Industrial
Exhibition at Paris;
And subsequently got patented on 20 March 1846.
It soon got adopted by the Bands of the French Army.
Making other instrument makers to become green
with envy!
The Sax was 80 years old when it became part of the
musical instruments of the Jazz Band.
A small bore mouth piece was created to suite the
varying tonal qualities required by Jazz.
Initially, 14 different sizes of Sax was created by
Adolphe.
Today only five types are in use for us to hear and
see;
The Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass and the Baritone
Saxophone.
They now form a part of our Jazz music's backbone!
                                                      - By Raj Nandy
FOOT NOTES :
Adolphe Sax (1814-1894) , son of famous musical instrument maker
Charles Joseph Sax of Belgium. Woodwind Instruments = Flute, Clarinet, Bassoon etc. Brass Instruments = Trumpet, Tuba, Cornet etc. String Instruments  = Violin, Guitar, Harp, Banjo etc. The Saxophone today has become the very backbone of Jazz Music!
** ALL COPY RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY: - RAJ NANDY
Those who have read my Story of Jazz Music in Verse, are likely to like this true story also. Best wishes, -Raj.
 May 2016
Jimmy Hegan
Highway runs with small and big vehicles
Highway makes no differences in vehicles
Every vehicles can run on it,but human kinds that makes differences.
Human that makes restrictions and rules
They make VIP route for VIP personal and
Common route for common personal
But Highway is for everybody where You run fast and slow,save and die.
Highway that runs night and day with every kind of vehicles carrying VIP and Common personal.
Highway is better than humans beings which makes no differences.
 May 2016
Christina Philipe
~
Eternal ****** rose
temple of joy and tears
I'll treasure all the love
for a thousand years.
~


© Christina Philipe
 May 2016
Torin
Soon enough
This soggy eyed pollution
Acid rain and broken logic
Soon enough
The old man tells the young
It all will become clear
Soon enough

That maybe a rose
That grows from her hands
Reaches through her lips
Speaking words without thorns
That even the beast
In the seas can understand
Leviathan

Soon enough
All the years are leading to
what is to be
Soon enough
The wars have been fought
Are part of history
Soon enough

That a child in her heart
Sings a song of innocence
It gives color to her words
Soft and gentle hues
That even shine into her eyes
As I look into
And feel creation

Soon enough
We will see the hidden constellations
Are stars that we call home
Soon enough
The dreams we hold onto
Become something we can feel
Soon enough
Incomplete.
 May 2016
Cynthia Jean
I love You, my Papa.
I love You, my Jesus.

I know I am loved by You.

I can trust You
no matter what

what I see,
what I hear
whatever people say
or don't.

I might change,
I might mess up,
and I do
fairly often.

But You never do.
I can count on You
to do the right thing.
Always
Every time.

And that when You say something
You mean it.

And that You never stop loving me.
Never.

I thank You for that.
for always.

You never fail me
or forsake me.

You never give up on me.

Ever.

cj 2016
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