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Master Piece for the love music and the change in humans.
posted by
Mystereo
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December 25, 2008
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Uniquely creative poem, CLEVER AND SO TRUE.
posted by
yellowrose55
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September 7, 2008
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FierceQueen, It is still there just waiting to help you through bad times, you just have to have the strength to start the first few notes.
posted by
TAPS.
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August 28, 2008
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this is wonderful, and so true. Where does the music go when we need it most?!
posted by
mejustme
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August 28, 2008
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Taps
I had to read this twice. It was just THAT good.
posted by
Hilow
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August 15, 2008
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Maybe we erase the staff when distressed and do not listen to these dances. beautiful write!
posted by
merkie
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August 9, 2008
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Re: wow.... this is amazing
safriyie, Thank you so much for visiting my post and for leaving a comment. I don't think I have noticed your name before. I will be visiting you soon to read what you write.
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TAPS.
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August 6, 2008
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wow.... this is amazing
What is it about music,
and singing, and dancing?
Are they fickle? ...cowards? ...
fair-weather friends
Those were my favorite lines. That is really interesting. They really are some "fair-weather friends" They disapear when you are in sorrow and need them most. That is one interesting poem. It was a delight to read this.
posted by
safriyie
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August 6, 2008
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My thoughts exactly, Taps.
posted by
midget34
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August 4, 2008
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smiling softly your words
hold true indeed
laughing kindly
music is magic
looking within
Loving you
posted by
Smittenheimer
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July 31, 2008
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But I as a person and we as a community of persons have had music that has
been with us when the chips are down.
posted by
Straightforward
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July 31, 2008
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Yes, Justi. Like Mahalia Jackson singing....
"His Eye Is On The Sparrow" or Thomas A. Dorsey singing his "Precious Lord".
posted by
TAPS.
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July 31, 2008
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TAPS
When we are down is the time to sing, dance and play music. It may seem difficult but that is when the Lord meets you at the point of your need. You know he is with you, sing anyway. Lovely poem.
posted by
Justi
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July 31, 2008
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Sinome
Thank you so much. I appreciate the comment.
posted by
TAPS.
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July 30, 2008
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Harderup
Anger has a way of killing the desire to sing. But, if one can make themselves sing, the anger will fade away.
posted by
TAPS.
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July 30, 2008
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Kayzzaman
I used to like to consider myself as one. I haven't written poetry for a long time. Everything in this blog is "Second Time Around."
posted by
TAPS.
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July 30, 2008
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Re: Lovely imagery
Thanks for reading, Malcolm.
posted by
TAPS.
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July 30, 2008
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LOL, Ash_Pradhan
I chase them! I love singing
The Blues.
posted by
TAPS.
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July 30, 2008
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They like to be chased, TAPS..hahaha! - Ash
posted by
ash_pradhan
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July 30, 2008
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Lovely imagery
posted by
malcolm
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July 30, 2008
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Who says you are not a poet, TAPS?
posted by
Kayzzaman
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July 29, 2008
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TAPS, you are so right
You so easily find songs that share your feelings of joy or sadness, but when you are stressed and angry and need it the most, you can't seem to find it as your mind is blocked
posted by
Lotus_Flower
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July 29, 2008
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Great poem Taps. Unique concept ... liked the personification of music and dancing and laughter...
posted by
Sinome
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July 29, 2008
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