Poetry: The Birth of a New Song

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Let us saddle up the horses.
Let’s run to midnight town!
Hurry! Hurry!
Slow but surely
Let’s run to midnight town!

Let’s reach out and pull the clouds down!
Let the wild moon see me
With voices raw
We’d scratch and paw
Let the wild moon see me.

Let’s deep, dive and flirt with the sea.
Bend the rules! Break the law!
Ride on horses
Fight for forces.
Bend the rules! Break the law!

Endless stories are dreams in awe
Sing! Hum! Chart your courses!
Count one, two , three
Say A, B, C,
Sing! Hum! Chart your courses!

Leonell
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Our Fathers knew no instrument
they never taught us songs
their hearts could drum
this conundrum,
they never taught us songs.

We grew with whistles and the gongs
our ears and hearts listened,
our rhythm grew
stroke notes on cue,
Our ears and hearts listened.

While on our lips, some keys glistened
to unlock doors of love
Our hearts would sync
like words and ink
To unlock doors of love.

As suns, our fathers from above
We birth a sentiment
To use our tongues
To sing of wrongs
We birth a sentiment.

Ruddapoet
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With a chick, the egg is disowned
Merry, merry, we went
Singing our song
What could go wrong?
Merry, merry, we went

Sadness now wears a happy dent
We have found a new gong
Let’s swing and sway
New song’s a-play
We have found a new gong

The sun must be wearing a thong
Everything seems a-stray
This day is crowned
Yesterday’s frowned
Everything seems a-stray

The moon’s decided we must pray
So dawn’ll have our fears drowned
The night to rent
Let’s pitch our tent
So dawn’ll have our fears drowned

Tee2emm
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I lost my voice
In the hollow of a tree trunk
The solo I wish to birth
Sounds like the athletes whistle
In the hollow of a tree trunk

I forgot shame
As with eyes wide closed
I gazed at your soul
Singing the chorus of a love song
As with eyes wide closed

Tell me if you heard me
Wailing a solo like the weaver bird
Just so I will pull a string in your heart
Take off on a long flight
Wailing a solo like the weaver bird

And here i am at the back of your hut
Folded inside out
Belting out my latest love song
But you cannot hear me
Because i’m folded inside out

Bose
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It all began with a whistle
thanks to a beating heart
hand to my mouth
which wasn’t couth
thanks to my beating heart

I determined to top a chart
So I whistled on truth
When no words form
I feign me some
So I whistled on truth

I have been told I am no sleuth
While working down this dorm
Scratch the trifle
Itchy bristle
While working down this dorm

I think it’s the sound of reform
It’s just like the thistle
Meow on dear cat
Music may fart
It’s just like the thistle

Jennifer Dafwat

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