Music Poems

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
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As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
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Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
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When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
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I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.
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All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:
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Music is freedom that relentlessly exists
Freedom of speech
Freedom of thought
Freedom of creativity
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Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
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A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
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Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
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What and how
Can I define
And give a meaning
When I look
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
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When music is far enough away
the eyelid does not often move

and objects are still as lavender
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How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
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The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
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(For Music)

What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
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Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
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The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.

He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
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In the depths of my heart,
A music I wish to constantly listen;
One that's never been heard!
A pure diamond, unbroken!
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Listening to music people forget themselves of all problems, worries, fear and tension;
The swaying power of music is such that it inspires one face any situation in world life;
Perhaps due to this great fact, music is played in military war times too in the world;
Military music keeps soldiers to regain confidence and wage war with great courage!
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i sit, deep within the centerfold in the center of the circle, i contemplate deeply the dwelling place of my heart, and the archangels reprise within, which sings a melody that moves before my eyes, as i understand and realize the beauty inside, that thrives, truly alive, within my inner heart, playing repeatedly, the song of the music that plays evermore in my heart, a melody that quickens the mind, and unfolds from the love within, that plays its notes on the staff of creation, from without from within, inside this inner harmony, this hidden hymn, is the luscious illuminescent song of my soul that plays with crescendo in a melody without end, that trumpets the power that lies beneath, the secrets of my inner deep self that lies within me, and blows a wind under my wings as an uttered breath, that makes me soar within the heart, stealing breath, that I, intertwined in the melody, fly freely, deeply within the sound, as the music of the Arcangel's reprise pulses deeply, singing sweetly, to the illuminescents of my ever living soul, that within me I find the beauty of the melody within through which i sing and mend, tempered by the notes that astound me, as the realization of gods love abounds to me surrounding me, as i fall to the beauty of him in my life, and within my love, i bow ever in peity and joy. that my love might reach him in my silent prayer, that my heart would be seen by his sight, that i may dwell in his light, as his might, illuminates the light within, and i begin to hear the beauty of my soul. as i understand and realize that i know nothing at all, and through not knowing, i truly see, the beauty of the god inside of me, and the beauty of us all, as i listen to the song that sings of hymn, inside my soul, like a poem, a hymn, the archangels reprise, that is the music that i realize, as god within all. that sings of the source, the only true one the almighty, and in my fleeting mind and beating heart, i hear only the whisper of the art, of the music of that which is all. for in which his music sings i hear his call. and i come head bowed and dancing, before his throne, to the music which he plays in my soul. as in peity i am placed, on my hands and knees before his grace. that i know his love and i know my place, and before him i am joyously placed. as within me the music of on high sings, into my being, through everything, and i see higher's love. who is god, as a way of god, apart of god as itself the whole of all that is, through my higher being i live, and through my higher being i give, as he gives to me, the power to see, and i give my gift of thought, that it may be bought, by the wandering souls of a feather, sold for the price of a listening ear, given with love to a heartful tear, that it maybe heard as a voice calling of love forevermore, into the heat of the beating heart, that it maybe heard, the music of highers song, as i hear highers call, and i come head bowed and dancing, before his throne, to the music which he plays in my soul, through my higher being i live, and through my higher being i give, as he gives me, the power to give. that i may bring gifts to all, blessing the simple, placing my notes into the hearts of the listening ears, of hearts that feel the love deep within their souls, that hear the whispers of god singing, making music to the beating hearts of the young and the wise.
that they may see with their hearts god's eyes. as his sight falls upon their breast, deep into their chest, to the beating heart of who they are, who are truly alive. that they may feel his love shine as a light inside, and through his melody find power to thrive, within the beating love of the beauty within, that is the life of angels and men. that music that plays as a melody within the heart. the song of Gods love. the song of Gods art. the music of the melody within the souls of all. of all that is creation and within creation, the melody of god, the melody of all. the melody of god within all. the beauty of the symphony, in its divine simplicity, the melody and the song within the heart, the music of the archangels reprise.
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my soulful display of affection coming into play in this deep thoughtful direlection, in which in my melody i spell the words, that they may sound the notes of deeper heart, and in their sounding be heard before the listening ears of hearts unfettered, to feel within the mystery of thine hollowed grace, placed upon a heart with unfettered faith, that there be no trace of doubt left singing in the dark, that hearing the sound the brighter flame burns brighter, and dances to the music of the soul, which plays its tune unabated, through the music of its burning song, in which the sound that comes is only that of a poem, yet the poem within speaks of a poetry seething, the notes of its seething words bubble and boil in the the heart, as its notes play as golden flecks, glittering of many tones, in the sight of thine minds eye. that the music of ancient song be heard in the depth of thine others souls. to hear it in the whispers of the page, upon the light upon the wall from which a mages fettered heart types these words. that the song may be written with a graceful hand, and penned by a humble man, that the hum of his hymn may indeed be heard, by the music of the note and the silence in the words. that forever in the depth of the soul in which it is played. the message is sent and the words diplayed to unbriddled mystery is the poem given before nothing, that in the evenease of the poetry within is the simple fool enlightened by the touch of the music of his own hand, that the sound vibrates through the illusions into the heart, to feel wholesomely as it falls into the deeper depths of the ever deeper center of the i am within, that in turn i am, may listen within thine hearts and in turn tell the tale of the music of deepr depth that plays, and weave it into thine listening minds that thine heart may catch the golden flecked notes that are meant soulfully wholefully just for thee, each listening ear a different note may catch, that their heart may feel the energies in which this poem reflects, to fundamentally understand the depth within thine heart, that the soul may comprehend within my art, a truth that is mine from mine own listening ears, that if i ever do hear the words speak of such grace that even i have to humble myself before the face of the poetry seething wihtin thine soul.
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slipping through the rhythm into the rhymes, diving into the spaces between space and time, to combine the depth and meaning and with the heart align, into the sound that the beating heart makes there of, within every line, to scry the meaning of which the depth of word is contrived, to intricately compose understanding through the verses alive, that the wordless depth of meaning become unfolding into grace, a definition of reallity that encapsulates my faith, that it may be emblazoned by the integrity, that fills my heart and through my noble aspirations and my humble art, be given form to throught, that i ought not be forgot, in the words in which i do dearly speak, that if it is constrived what is realized behind the poem, the energy of presence, written within the tome, of the ever burning passion present, of the blazing higher presence, through which these words are duely spoken, in an epiphany of the minds eye, through which i try to concieve, the relations between my soul and thee and find within my heart the reality that is ever present within the undercurrents of the now and that in the whispering of my soul to the words in the poem, because the music of my soul, is deep and old, the uttered breath of my whisper sets ablaze the words and their meanings with fire upon the page, that in thee that flame may burn, and inside thee some note may yearn, and in your heart earn a page, from thee to be writ with the fires in thine soul. that if the power in thine heart alines with the power in mine, we two the poets, in our hearts combine, and align, with the music inside our souls. that our music combines together within our notes, and our muses sing a tethered song, together, with each our hearts beating to the music of their song, and our music dances with the flames of our love, and our muses sing from high above, the heavens into that which is wraught, that our combine song may not be forgot, yet saught after and caught, by the listening children with wings of white and hearts of gold. that their own music might burst forth and sing, and a cadence we all may bring, to the heavens with heads bowed and hallows bright, a song, a melody, unto heavens might, that we all might in chorus sing, and to the hearts of all new life bring, that forever that song may be song, and the will of the heavens be done. and all would be still before the echoes of our hearts unfettered grace
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Music touches heart, mind and soul and absorbs whole soul no doubt in life;
Whether we see Nature or hear loving words or enjoy beauty or read poetry or not,
Superseding all these, music just by its melodious sound immediately says heart;
That certainly gives best of mood to think fresh, say new ideas and spirit gets rejuvenated!
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Part 1

The nostalgia of music
Goes on forever
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Rakibul Hasan Rahat was born on Apr 12,1999, in Sandwip(his native village) . At present, he is living in Biswanath with his family of four member


Rakibul Hasan Rahat started his music career in 2017. He is learning a song from his brother. He is first competition attend upazila big program and won the second place in Chittagong district. Thus began the life of his song. A few bands later offered him. He joined Rupkothar Sanskritik Sangsad and improved his music career.
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Like Space and Time, Music is infinite and eternal with source and destiny none knows;
Emotions of melancholy and mirth kindles in men sans any particular language;
Like composition of Poetry as magic, music is composed to satisfy all in the world;
Sans music, air, water and food we take becomes incomplete in our world life sure!
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Music is common to all languages in the world as it's the beginning for all sure;
With any language, songs are composed with the tunes of music suitable ever;
Hence music has a permanent place in the lives of all people everywhere indeed;
For beginning, continuation and end of anything, music serves as great background!
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