It is music
makes you not in toxic
leaves you intoxicated.
It is melody
extends a liberal mellifluous harmony
an exhilarating rhapsody.
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Category: Melody
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Music be Thy food.
The music flowed in the air.
It caught me in a snare.
The melody was something rare.
reminiscing of the great musicians in the fair.
Listening to it keenly
I was able to get into it deeply
The nuances were so lovely
that made my heart melt fondly.
I took a stroll out into the avenue
The music flowed out from a venue
where a flautist was playing for revenue
With a heavy heart dropped a dime bidding him adieu.
Getting into the woods on a lively day,
brought unfelt experience of gay.
There was penetration of sun’s rays,
through the dense trees in a trace.
directing to a tiny bay.
There was a march of elephants in a fray,
calling each other in a bray.
The water fell down the hills in a sway,
flowing quick without delay.
The birds twittered in a joyful jay,
chirping with a spirited say.
There arose a desire to stay,
in the splendid woods all the day.
Up on the hillock,
up on the grassy lock,
up over a marshy block,
up at the strike of the clock,
amidst a happy flock,
there was a lovely slot.
A dainty entry from the hills,
with a sharp bill,
with a sapphire fill,
calling in a voice shrill,
made its way in a drill,
it was an enticing dance.
The colourful feathers spread grand,
opened up like a canopy on a land,
throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,
the dense feathers enchanted the band,
it appeared as an action of a magic wand,
It created a trance.
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The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,
it greeted the pleasantries of south,
it solicited the charm of west,
it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,
exhibiting a marvellous feat,
it was a concert best.
Hopping it went ahead,
jumping it trotted back,
elaborating it moved right,
accelerating it speeded left,
displaying a nimble footed treat,
it held everyone in toes.
Crooning goes round the peahen
singing tunes of love in tens,
kindling the peacock to dance in sevens,
enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,
Good God! it was nothing but heavens,
it was a beautiful romance.
It was in France.
I saw a dance.
It depicted a romance.
It was a delightful stance.
It was a sprightly advance.
It instigated a trance.
The episodes were enhancing.
The movements were scintillating.
The music was capturing.
The presentation was engulfing.
On the whole it was vivaciously charming.
Round and round the danseuse moved in a whirl.
Round and round the music filled in a swirl.
Round and round the expressions gathered in a curl.
Round and round the scenes changed in a furl.
Round and round the drummers beat in a hurl.
It was a recital very engaging.
It was a concert very enlivening.
It was an experience absolutely enthralling.
It released a significant nostalgic feeling.
On the whole it was overwhelmingly amazing.
The soft petal unfolds,
The silky shine raptures,
The colourful throw captures,
The eyes of those who behold.
The fragrance invariably spreads,
The charm slowly entices,
The sweetness quickly enriches,
All delicious threads.
Its span of life is short,
Its memory is long,
The experience got is lifelong,
Lingering always in thought.
The little flowers beautifully invigorate
Their loveliness endlessly entrances
So does the child’s delicate stance
Induces a melody elaborate.
The little ones sharp crying,.
Its delicious lisping sounds,
Its toothless smiles bounds,
All to a warm coaxing.
The child’s delightful odour fills up,
Its interrupted cries trigger lowly
Its tiny eyes flicker slowly,
Extolling a pleasure high up.
Holding the child to the bosom,
Delivers a feeling infectious,
Renders an unexplainable bliss religious,
Akin to that of espying a flower blossom.
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A Story Of The Ringing Bell
Bell at the door rang loud,
After a few moments it bellowed,
A little later it shrieked aloud,
It was absolutely bold.
Bells in the fire engine rang rapidly
After a few seconds they clattered frequently,
A short while after they started off incessantly,
They were entirely alarming irreversibly.
Bells in the school struck boldly,
A period after they hummed softly,
A break was announced distinctively,
They were reminiscent of a pause regularly.
Bells in the church ring to call a communion,
Most times they greet the congregation,
Every time they remind the resurrection,
They are a graceful voice of the incarnation.
The chiming of christmas bells bring cheer,
The ringing of bells recapture memories dear,
The musical bells elucidate tunes melodious to hear,
Bells do also have rhymes and cadence remarkable to care.
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