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Who Wrote This Song?
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Who Wrote This Song? |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Who Wrote This Song? When first the music touched my ear And speared my chest’s most tender wound I felt the chords were opening This melody so long entombed For never had such sweet, sweet thorns enfolded round a lover’s rose Nor had a soft musicians hand So magically a love exposed Wasn’t it the samba beat ? That smooth and gentle way we danced Or did we fall in love that night to To bossa’s most exotic trance? It was a night of Carnival But unlike any I had known The night I fell in love with you I felt this music all my own Was it within Lambada sway? That we were lost in lover’s steep The ladies wore those little skirts With nothing, nothing underneath And now tonight these songs recall The nights on Samba’s coastal turf These very notes were ever pulsing On Lambadas’ swinging skirts They pierce the night but no one knows How deep the notes fall in my tears Who wrote this song, this wondrous song? That stirred the hurt of bygone years Now as the song plays on and on The melody’s sharp dagger wanes And washes wounds with sweetest balm Like mellow wine runs throught the veins It mixes tears of joy and sorrow Non distinguished are the two Who could have known that these pure notes Would so bewitch, I wonder who? Who wrote this song, then left me here With just a one single little kiss Who plays the chords of bygone days Unraveling my unhappiness Whoever wrote these glorious notes Knows who I am and what my thought For only I could know the meaning Of a phrase so deeply wrought Whatever magic pen he holds Who ever wrote this melody Whatever muse his heart enfolds This song was written just for me Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 06-12-2000).] |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Music can be quite powerful and sometimes it feels at if it is speaking to just us. anyway wow...and wow... LIz that was amazing such atmosphere, such beauty, I just loved the way this flows. SO romantic. If you don't mind i would I really like to print a copy of this poem off. Along with Post petals this is my probably my favourite poem from your pen. And now tonight these songs recall The nights on Samba’s coastal turf These very notes were ever pulsing On Lambadas’ swinging skirts They pierce the night but no one knows How deep the notes fall in my tears Who wrote this song, this wondrous song? That stirred the hurt of bygone years Now as the song plays on and on The melody’s sharp dagger wanes And washes wounds with sweetest balm Like mellow wine runs throught the veins wow. wonderful poem.  ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. manic street preachers "Culture Alienation Borebom and Despair" "I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing" -faster MSP "And you see, I kind of shiver to conformity Did you see, the way I cower to authority, you see And my life, it's a series of compromises anyway It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see" six by Paul Draper. ----- |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you Brian for your very kind words on several of my poems, of course you may print it out. Here comes the lightening so off goes the computer see you later Thanks Liz |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Lovely and romantic. James |
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Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
More beautiful ink from your pen. I so look forward to reading your posts. |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
I thought I heard the beating drum, I felt the heat, I joined the dance, I danced the sweet delerium That shunned the weight of circumstance; I breathed the scent with wild delight, But then, with unbelieving eye, I watched it fade into the night: And, through the tears, I watched it die. This was indeed an adventure. You will dance again ... --Kess YOUR LIFE IS A TEST It is only a test ... If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions! |
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JulieAnn Senior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 754Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!! |
Songs are the magic of a romantic night....always saying what we don't dare...Loved your poem!! |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Music is a powerful thing, just as powerful as poetry, and just as staying. I've felt like this many times, and you describe it beautifully. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I am not going to respond to this poem. There are no words I could use to do it justice. Disregard this message. I am not here  |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I second Balladeer on that! I am speechless and, of course, teary-eyed. Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Blown away ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
THank you all for your kind comments, including Balladeer , whom I consider present I appreciate all of your remarks, and skyfyre, your poem. Thank you all Liz |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
cant add much i just love your poetry |
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