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Sing The Anthropomorphic Song

Sing the anthropomorphic song

For everything that has a face,

Everywhere and every place;

Of the human, find a trace-

Sing the anthropomorphic song.


Sing the anthropomorphic song

To things don't love, and have no heart;

Imagination's got the art-

With them, you won't need to part-

Sing the anthropomorphic song.
 
Patti Masterman

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  346.     

Unique Song

Unique Song

The notes bounced, announced a feeling,
That threw me off, then on balance and in more positions.
Of which I was cautious of all.
Yet I would yearn about some vagary and dismiss it,
Then do that about some other vagary and dismiss that.

Yet these erratic notes that hit me strong,
Told me my soul didn’t belong.
This composer’s song got worse and worse,
Even though I followed his notes and verse,
Straining more now,
Wouldn’t he rescue me from my malaise.

But no, he wouldn’t,
Because his song was not just his song.
It could be anybody’s special song, if they just pondered upon it for long.
 
Vera Sidhwa

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  347.     

Folkloric Music

Portugal is not Lisbon it consists of small villages and districts
where people have their own songs, local costumes and sing
songs relating to their world. To Alte they came for
an evening of music and dance. What were the songs about,
they were about hardship of working in the field looking after
animals and milking cows and goats. But it was very sexy too,
a woman sang, you can’t come to my bed unless you behave,
and a man΄s voice promised he would always take care of her
if she would be a bit forthcoming. And there were songs about
young love kissing in the hay stack and disapproving parents.

Like religions folk music has the sharing about love and human
hardship, it doesn΄t matter which country songs emits from
which religion they believe in; no it is about simple drama of
love, jealousy, and chaste kiss under the olive tree of peace.
 
oskar hansen

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Oft Repeated Waters

Once I lived in an ocean trance where me and my maiden took course to dance

To sing a song of endless dreams, glory, and practical serenity

This ocean was vast; But as just as it was vast so was it micro having us truly in a flask

Of the laughs that the waters held dear from our kissing lips and the touch I had on her heart, Oh such sensitivity

But in this small But vastness of a world lied a standing point much more far reaching than any could grasp

Like an atom or the expanding splendour of the very world

One day so would we split and and lose all that had been justified in our hearts

But at the end of this song is no formal glorified ending

Tis just another dream on the end of another shore of yet another ocean of another song that is to be heard by all other dreams oceans songs and shores

And all what is it for?

That is where I have deeply explored; yet through progress my body has numbed and I have grown sore.

For that ocean like me has turned to a drought



Consumed by all the years that have traveled by forming that endless tune of song that my heart sings yet forming a new ocean that manifests me solely into yet a new dream

Where all of our oceans meet...
 
Daegonius Bonapartea

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