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Jim Marchel Sep 2016
Every day I spend with you is a song.
High notes mixed with low to create a melody, and it's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. You're my favorite genre, soothing my spirit with a single word. Life's a performance of talent and grace whenever you're in the room.
Wrote a piece a while back and thought it'd be better in parts than a standalone.
Don Bouchard Sep 2016
Stuck in the cloving of seasons,
Mourning the falling leaves,
The long, hot summer hours,
The dusty flowers,
Tired with their bee-filling,
Wanting only sleep.

I am torn for loving summer,
Regretting nothing:
The summer flings,
The two-up rides on tree-lined paths,
The running, ducking laughter in the summer rains,
The sparking, smoking skies of 4th July,
The too-warm walks and wanting shade,
The pleasures of a new-cut lawn,
And you, the constant sun-bather there-upon.
The sweet embraces you and I shared in the nights,
Knowing seasons last for just a while,
We celebrated summer through it all,
Not wasting time before the coming Fall.

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I love you, Melody Joy. db
Our lives are seasons. "We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.... -Terry Jacks, 1974
Autumn Rose Sep 2016
The brown leaves
that shiver on the
bare branches greet
the last rays of gold
as the sun goes down.
A melody rises over
that velvet, shade of
fading green.
Bells of the indifferent
wind chime, for I am led
to a miracle of ancient
mother.
How beautiful...
A rose that grows waywardly
from within autumn's woods.
Spirits delighted to see the
rose that will not die, her red
petals shame my lips while
drooped sisters weep bitterly.
And in my garden, exquisite
fragrance,
Old memories,so sweet,
despite the thorns.
Illusions of the happiness of
the asleep and the dead...
Yesterday evening as i was walking through the forest, i saw a gorgeous red rose in front of an old abandoned house that still has not drooped...
Mozalios Sep 2016
Music is my drive, a self-expression
The compilation of words and rhythm running through my veins
Expressing things my mind wishes it could
It is my emotion no matter it be
The only thing that matters is that there's a constant melody
Ruman Hafsa Sep 2016
Whistling, it emerge from it's station
Singing, it begins for destination
It sings a tune of truth & peace
And with it's melody, to you it please

It sings a song of punctuality
"Be on time" flows in its harmony
"Else time leaves you behind"

Passing through hills, valleys& mountain
It sings "Never run away from your pain"
Running into the dark black canals
It sings "face your problems all"

It carries people of all kinds
No variance in caste or colour it finds
your strength lies in unity

To it's destination it reaches
The song of train preaches
With hard work of your soul
*You'll surely reach your goal
NURUL AMALIA Sep 2016
The sun greets softly in the morning stage
Ricefield carpet so greenish refreshing the melancholy eyes
It's time to wake up
Birds orchestra with sound of water flowing can be heard
Such a nice music of nature
The wind blew the rhythm so the trees are dancing
Celebrating the beautiful days as usual
Life has just begun
Under the roof of the pretty blue sky
The farmer goes to his field
Walking on a wooden bridge with cadence
through a cheerful river below
Autumn Rose Aug 2016
("Lord, bless this holy ground")

In the morning all the sunflowers turned their heads to the east.

("Where ancient spirits meet")

They swayed on the gentle wind like tired passengers, their shadows lied on the ground.

(" 'Round the old harvesters")

Corn,pumpkin and potato  
harvested all day long, till the sun hides behind the hills.


("With a ribbon to tie our souls")

Now the fields are empty and the rusty sickle is hung on the wall.

("And to bind love in our hearts")

*But the melody goes on and on.
-The warm harvest song from my childhood is still ringing in my ears at night.
Tehreem Aug 2016
She was an unheard melody
An unwritten love letter
You sang her out loud
You destroyed her words
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
16
Innocent promise
calling for sweet gracefulness
A child's lullaby
NURUL AMALIA Jul 2016
Heart sings a song of my feelings
hope you can hear deeply
ricocheting a rhythm of love
so you can feel it strongly
you're the colour of my tune
I'll create our own music
spreading splash melody
and let's dancing together
just you and I
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