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The Perfect Song

When there's something so beautiful, that it truly touches one of the senses so severely...
..it's because it's so magical that all of the other senses are in complete wonder;
as in the wonder of witnessing a rainbow supreme for the very first time.

The eyes absorb it in all of it's splendor, because of all the glorious colors
and the other senses join in applauding in unison,
the overwhelming effect that this has on the soul...

..assisting the heart to bask in the yield of pure agreement.
Well, today I heard the most sweetest of all melodies
with the most haunting of tunes that I had ever heard,

for so soft were it's crescendos, and prominent were it's choruses,
and I was not alone in enjoying this song's tune.
For you must believe, there was many a tapping of feet.....and a clapping of hands.

This song's melody was so very special and overwhelming, that it set my mind at ease;
because "easy" was the sound playing upon my heart.
For, if a song's so perfect that it's complexly simple,

it ends up being very pleasant unto the ears
and is amiable enough to exceed long past the eardrums
and into the listener's very core.

This tune did exactly just that.
And everyone who heard this song was greatly amazed,
and they all wanted to be in the chorus, so as to maybe sing a solo.

But, as unique as it was.....that notion wasn't necessary, or even a possibility;
for soloists were not even needed, or allowed to be involved.
Because, it was a choir for whom this song was written to accommodate.

For great was this melody's musical dynamics,
and so beautiful were these written choir parts,
and so perfectly lovely were the harmonics of this melody...

..that whoever collectively sang this perfect song in unison
was forever blessed by the echo of it's anthem;
and equally blessed were those who heard it's theme and title.....for, it was entitled, "Love".

— docmaverick, Mar 10, 2009

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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yenti

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Sights and sounds

they are the portrayal of a dream scape that are in the soul, There are some children I speak to sometimes and they tell me that our colours are bland to what they see and use,they use colour for expression as an artist and sounds so sweet that even the Sirens from the old stories would be drawn to their abode. They play games where they talk in colours and feelings are colours in lots of their ways but thats another story Eh! Lovely write, but am a little worried as to the construction as a gret poem there, I will leave it with you my friend to talk of this, Yours Ian.T
AW

Antoinette Mar…

17 years 3 months ago

Beautifully put

It is the perfect song...and described so beautifully ...I Loved it