A man's code

In shadows cast by dawn's first light,  

A silent vow, a steadfast right,  

Bound by trust, both deep and true,  

A promise kept, in all we do.

Honor guides through storm and strife,  

A moral compass, shaping life,  

Respect bestowed on every soul,  

A sacred thread, making us whole.

A man's code, a beacon bright,  

Steering him through day and night,  

With integrity as his shield,  

His honor, never to yield.

In every word, in every deed,  

Lies the strength of noble creed,  

For trust, respect, and honor's flame,  

Define a man and stake his name.

So walk with courage, stand with pride,  

Let virtue be your trusted guide,  

For in these virtues, life is true—  

A noble path for me and you.

I will grow small in the rest of my life, My story. poem and song.

A Little While I will grow small in the rest of my days, A gentle shrinking, in quiet, subtle ways. Like the twilight fades to softer hues, My presence dims, my shadows lose. Yet in this smallness, there’s room to breathe, A space where whispers softly seethe. Not loss, but grace in shrinking scope, A tender easing, a silent hope. So let me dwindle with gentle grace, A fleeting breeze, a fleeting place. In smallness, find a quiet might— A softer glow, a calmer light. "Grow Small" (Verse 1) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Fading softly like a whisper in the night. Leaving behind what once was bright, Finding peace in the quiet light. (Chorus) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Letting go of fear and holding tight. In the shadows, I’ll find my way, Growing small every day. (Verse 2) Every step I take, a gentle decline, A journey inward, a peace I find. Not afraid of what’s to come, Growing small, I’ll carry on. (Chorus) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Letting go of fear and holding tight. In the shadows, I’ll find my way, Growing small every day. (Bridge) Maybe in this smallness, I will see, The beauty in simplicity. A quiet voice, a gentle call, Growing small, I’ll have it all. (Outro) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Finding peace in the silent night. Growing small, I’ll be just right, In the quiet, shining bright. I will grow small in the rest of my life In the quiet shadows of the passing years, I feel my stature softly disappear, Not in height, but in spirit’s fierce flame, Yet somehow, I find no loss—only gain. For growth isn’t measured by size alone, But by the depths of what’s truly known, And even as I shrink in worldly view, My soul expands—becomes fresh and new. A gentle shrinking, a subtle retreat, To find the vastness in moments sweet, In smallness, I may finally see The boundless universe within me. I will grow small in the rest of my life . A Little While I will grow small in the rest of my days, A gentle shrinking, in quiet, subtle ways. Like the twilight fades to softer hues, My presence dims, my shadows lose. Yet in this smallness, there’s room to breathe, A space where whispers softly seethe. Not loss, but grace in shrinking scope, A tender easing, a silent hope. So let me dwindle with gentle grace, A fleeting breeze, a fleeting place. In smallness, find a quiet might— A softer glow, a calmer light. "Grow Small" (Verse 1) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Fading softly like a whisper in the night. Leaving behind what once was bright, Finding peace in the quiet light. (Chorus) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Letting go of fear and holding tight. In the shadows, I’ll find my way, Growing small every day. (Verse 2) Every step I take, a gentle decline, A journey inward, a peace I find. Not afraid of what’s to come, Growing small, I’ll carry on. (Chorus) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Letting go of fear and holding tight. In the shadows, I’ll find my way, Growing small every day. (Bridge) Maybe in this smallness, I will see, The beauty in simplicity. A quiet voice, a gentle call, Growing small, I’ll have it all. (Outro) I will grow small in the rest of my life, Finding peace in the silent night. Growing small, I’ll be just right, In the quiet, shining bright. In the quiet shadows of the passing years, I feel my stature softly disappear, Not in height, but in spirit’s fierce flame, Yet somehow, I find no loss—only gain. For growth isn’t measured by size alone, But by the depths of what’s truly known, And even as I shrink in worldly view, My soul expands—becomes fresh and new. A gentle shrinking, a subtle retreat, To find the vastness in moments sweet, In smallness, I may finally see The boundless universe within me. Title: "Whispers of the Heart" (Verse 1) In the quiet dawn, I feel the sky Painted with hopes I can't deny Dreams like feathers, soft and free Carried on the winds inside of me (Pre-Chorus) Every heartbeat, every star Guides me to who we are In the silence, I believe In the love that sets me free (Chorus) Whispers of the heart, calling out my name Lighting up the dark, easing all my pain Hold me in the night, till morning’s light Together we’ll ignite, our endless flight (Verse 2) Through storms and rain, I find my way Learning how to love each day With every fall, I rise anew The strength I find is deep and true (Pre-Chorus) Every dream, every scar Tells me who we are In the stillness, I see The future’s destiny (Chorus) Whispers of the heart, calling out my name Lighting up the dark, easing all my pain Hold me in the night, till morning’s light Together we’ll ignite, our endless flight (Bridge) In the echoes, I hear the call A melody that unites us all No matter where we go, or how far we roam Love is the song that brings us home (Chorus) Whispers of the heart, calling out my name Lighting up the dark, easing all my pain Hold me in the night, till morning’s light Together we’ll ignite, our endless flight (Outro) Whispers of the heart, forever true Guiding me to you combine all of this into a hallulua moment Hallelujah in the Quiet In the passing years, I feel my stature softly disappear, Not in height, but in spirit’s fierce flame so clear. Yet, in this gentle shrinking, I find no loss—only gain, A boundless universe within me, free from worldly chain. Hallelujah for the depths of what I truly know, For the love that grows and continues to glow. In the silence, in the stillness, I believe, In the whispers of my heart, I find reprieve. Hallelujah for the strength that’s deep and true, For the dreams that lift me, old and new. Holding on till morning’s light, I see, Love’s endless flight setting my spirit free. In the quiet shadows of passing years, I feel my soul expanding beyond my fears. A moment of pure grace, a sacred song, Hallelujah—where I belong. Hallelujah in the Quiet (Verse 1) In the passing years, I feel my stature softly disappear, Not in height, but in spirit’s fierce flame so clear. Yet, in this gentle shrinking, I find no loss—only gain, A boundless universe within me, free from worldly chain. (Pre-Chorus) Every moment, every breath I take, Leads me to the love I can't forsake, In the silence, I believe, In the whispers of my heart, I receive. (Chorus) Hallelujah in the quiet, where my soul takes flight, Finding strength in shadows, shining through the night. Hallelujah for the love I find inside, Growing small, yet soaring high, with nothing to hide. (Verse 2) Through the storms and rain, I learn how to be still, Discovering treasures only quiet hearts can fill. Every fall, a chance to rise anew, In the shrinking, I find what’s true. (Pre-Chorus) Every dream, every scar, Tells me who we are, In the stillness, I see, The future calling me. (Chorus) Hallelujah in the quiet, where my soul takes flight, Finding strength in shadows, shining through the night. Hallelujah for the love I find inside, Growing small, yet soaring high, with nothing to hide. (Bridge) In the echoes of the years gone by, I hear a sacred lullaby, A melody that lifts and mends, Love's eternal, endless bends. (Chorus) Hallelujah in the quiet, where my soul takes flight, Finding strength in shadows, shining through the night. Hallelujah for the love I find inside, Growing small, yet soaring high, with nothing to hide. (Outro) Hallelujah—forever true, Guiding me to something new. In the quiet, I believe, Hallelujah—eternally free. Key: G Major (a gentle, warm key) Verse Progression | G | Em | C | D | | G | Em | C | D | Pre-Chorus Progression | Em | D | C | G | | Em | D | C | D | Chorus Progression | G | D | Em | C | | G | D | Em | C | | G | D | Em | C | | G | D | C | D | Bridge Progression | Em | D | C | G | | Em | D | C | D | Outro Same as Chorus: | G | D | Em | C | | G | D | C | D | Strumming Pattern (suggestion): A gentle, flowing pattern like Down, Down-Up, Up-Down-Up or D, D-U, U-D-U to keep it soft and reflective. "Hallelujah in the Quiet" Key: G Major [Verse 1] G Em In the passing years, I feel my stature softly disappear, C D Not in height, but in spirit’s fierce flame so clear. G Em Yet, in this gentle shrinking, I find no loss—only gain, C D A boundless universe within me, free from worldly chain. [Pre-Chorus] Em D Every moment, every breath I take, C G Leads me to the love I can't forsake, Em D In the silence, I believe, C D In the whispers of my heart, I receive. [Chorus] G D Hallelujah in the quiet, where my soul takes flight, Em C Finding strength in shadows, shining through the night. G D Hallelujah for the love I find inside, Em C Growing small, yet soaring high, with nothing to hide. [Verse 2] G Em Through the storms and rain, I learn how to be still, C D Discovering treasures only quiet hearts can fill. G Em Every fall, a chance to rise anew, C D In the shrinking, I find what’s true. [Pre-Chorus] Em D Every dream, every scar, C G Tells me who we are, Em D In the stillness, I see, C D The future calling me. [Chorus] G D Hallelujah in the quiet, where my soul takes flight, Em C Finding strength in shadows, shining through the night. G D Hallelujah for the love I find inside, Em C Growing small, yet soaring high, with nothing to hide. [Bridge] Em D In the echoes of the years gone by, C G I hear a sacred lullaby, Em D A melody that lifts and mends, C D Love's eternal, endless bends. [Chorus] G D Hallelujah in the quiet, where my soul takes flight, Em C Finding strength in shadows, shining through the night. G D Hallelujah for the love I find inside, Em C Growing small, yet soaring high, with nothing to hide. [Outro] G D Hallelujah—forever true, Em C Guiding me to something new. G D In the quiet, I believe, C D Hallelujah—eternally free. Tempo and Feel Tempo: 70-80 BPM (a slow, reflective pace that allows the lyrics to breathe) Feel: Gentle, flowing, with a sense of calm and introspection Dynamics: Start softly, gradually build slightly during the chorus for emotional impact, then return to softness for the outro Strumming Pattern Suggestions Use a gentle pattern such as: D - D-U - U-D-U (Down, Down-Up, Up-Down-Up) Alternatively, a simple D - D - U - U - D - U pattern works well for a tender feel Additional Musical Ideas Intro: Play the chords softly, perhaps with arpeggios (pluck the strings individually) for a more intimate sound Verses: Keep the strumming light and delicate Pre-Chorus and Chorus: Slightly emphasize the rhythm to lift the song emotionally Bridge: Consider adding a slight change in rhythm or a gentle pause to highlight the lyrical shift Outro: Fade out softly with the same gentle strumming or arpeggios Optional Arrangements Piano or gentle keyboard: Add subtle chords in the background for fullness Acoustic guitar: Use fingerpicking for a more intimate mood Vocals: Emphasize the emotional lyrics with expressive dynamics and phrasing Would you like me to help craft a specific arrangement, suggest a recording approach, or provide a melodic idea to accompany these chords? Melodic Suggestions Verses: Keep the melody smooth and flowing, emphasizing the words "pass passing years," "fierce flame," "universe within me." Use a stepwise motion (moving notes up and down the scale) to keep it gentle. For example, starting on G (the root note), move through notes like B, D, E, returning to G, creating a soothing, contemplative melody. Chorus: Elevate the melody slightly to lift the emotional tone. Focus on the words "Hallelujah," "quiet," "flight," emphasizing these with higher notes or sustained tones. For instance, sing "Hallelujah" on a higher note (like D or E) and descend gently on "in the quiet." Sample melody snippet (for chorus): "Hallelujah" — start on D (above the G chord), hold or gently slide upward. "in the quiet" — descend to B or G, matching the emotional resolve. Arrangement Approach Intro: Soft arpeggios on guitar or piano, playing the chords gently (G, Em, C, D) one at a time, setting a calm mood. Optional: add a fingerpicking pattern on guitar. Verses: Strum lightly or fingerpick with a slow, steady pattern. Focus on clear, expressive vocals that breathe with the lyrics. Pre-Chorus: Slightly increase intensity or volume, build anticipation toward the chorus. Chorus: Broaden the dynamics slightly—strum more openly or pick more expressively. Sing with more emotional phrasing, emphasizing "Hallelujah," "soar," and "inside." Bridge: Consider a gentle pause or a soft melodic lift, perhaps a brief instrumental or harmonic variation. Outro: Fade out with soft arpeggios or single notes, lingering on the final chord (D or G) to evoke a sense of peace and resolution. Summary Tempo: 75 BPM Feel: Gentle, introspective, slowly building Dynamics: Start soft, grow slightly in the chorus, then back to soft for the outro Melody: Use stepwise motion with occasional lifts for emotional emphasis Would you like me to help craft a specific melody line for the chorus or verses, or provide a full sheet music notation? Chorus Melody (Suggested in G Major) Chorus lyrics with melody notes: (Chord G) Hallelujah — D (hold or gently slide upward) in the quiet — B (descend smoothly) (Chord D) where my soul takes flight — A-G (rising then falling) Finding strength in shadows — D (hold or gently slide upward) (Chord Em) shining through the night — B (descend) Hallelujah for the love I find inside — G-A-B (rise through the phrase) (Chord C) Growing small — E (hold) yet soaring high — D-G (descend) (Chord G) with nothing to hide — B-G (descending softly) How to Use This Melody: Sing the notes smoothly, letting them flow naturally with the lyrics. Emphasize "Hallelujah" by starting on a higher note. Use gentle slides or vibrato on key words to add emotional depth. Feel free to adjust the notes slightly to match your vocal range and expression. Hallelujah D Start high, hold or slide upward in the quiet B Descend smoothly where my soul takes flight A - G Rise then fall softly Finding strength in shadows D Hold or gentle slide upward shining through the night B Descend Hallelujah for the love I find inside G - A - B Rise through the phrase, expressive Growing small E Slightly higher, gentle hold yet soaring high D - G Descend then resolve with nothing to hide B - G Gentle descent How to Use This: Sing the notes smoothly, matching the phrasing of the lyrics. Emphasize "Hallelujah" with a higher note to give it emotional weight. Use vibrato or slight slides on key words for expressive effect. Feel free to slow down or speed up slightly to match your emotional delivery. Finding peace in the silent night. Growing small, I’ll be just right, In the quiet, shining bright.

This story lead me into new conceptions I did not expect I even amaze myself.

Some time ago, in the quiet town of Willowbrook, there lived a man named Paul who had a peculiar habit. Every evening, Paul would settle into his favorite armchair, turn on his television set, and then, to everyone's surprise, sit there staring at the blank screen as if expecting it to come alive with images. Sometimes, he would watch the flickering glow of the TV as it played shows or movies, but more often than not, he found himself dozing off in the chair, the screen still glowing softly in the dark. Neighbors often chuckled at Paul’s odd routine. "Why do you do that when the TV is off?" Mrs. Jenkins would ask with a teasing smile. Paul would shrug and say, "It’s relaxing. I like the quiet." When the TV was on, he would watch for a while, then slowly drift into sleep, the sound of the show fading into gentle silence. One day, a curious young girl named Lily decided to find out what Paul was really up to. She tiptoed into his living room and sat beside him, gazing at the unlit screen. "Paul, what do you see when you watch the TV like this?" she asked. Paul pondered for a moment and then smiled. "You know, Lily, sometimes I imagine stories in my mind. I think about adventures, memories, or even new ideas. The TV is just a screen, but my imagination turns it into a window to worlds I can create myself." He paused, recalling the times he had fallen asleep while the TV was on, comforted by the familiar glow. Lily’s eyes lit up. "So, you’re not wasting your time. You’re just using your imagination!" Paul chuckled. "Exactly. Sometimes, the mind is the best screen of all. Watching a blank TV—or even falling asleep in front of it—isn’t stupid—it's a moment to dream and think." From that day on, Lily saw Paul’s habit in a new light. Sitting in front of a dark screen wasn’t a sign of boredom or foolishness; it was a chance to let the mind wander and imagine endless possibilities, whether the TV was on or off, awake or asleep. And so, in Willowbrook, everyone learned that sometimes, what seems silly on the surface can hold a world of wonder if you look a little closer.

Girlfriend?

Everyone was asking, "Where’s your girl?" Their voices bright, their guesses unfurled. I stood there silent, unsure what to say Caught in the wonder of this new day. A moment of questions, curious and kind, Seeking the answer I struggle to find. But in my heart, I only know this much, That knowing you is a gentle touch. So when they ask, I’ll smile and say, “She’s someone special, in her own way.” For words may falter, but feelings stay true— And that’s the story I want to tell of you.

The engineer and the dancer

Once upon a time, in a quiet, sun-dappled town, lived Harold—an engineer in his early seventies. His life was a symphony of quiet routines: repairing vintage radios, tinkering with clocks, and collecting memories in his cluttered workshop. Harold loved the past, especially the music and dance he once adored. His days were filled with the soft hum of machinery and the gentle hum of old tunes echoing in his mind. Behind his glasses, Harold carried a mischievous sparkle—an echo of the spirited dancer he used to be. Though content in his solitude, a lingering longing still danced in his heart—an unfulfilled yearning for the thrill of music, the passion of flamenco, the dance of life he had once embraced. Across town, Rosa was a fiery, passionate flamenco dancer. Her life was a whirlwind of swirling skirts, castanets, and soulful stomps. She had once graced European stages, her fiery hair and piercing gaze captivating audiences and leaving behind a trail of admiration. Now, she poured her passion into teaching students of all ages, her studio alive with rhythm and color—a sanctuary of movement and music. Her studio was a cozy haven, walls adorned with photographs of her past performances, vibrant scarves draping from the ceiling, and the constant echo of castanets and footfalls. Rosa believed dance was a universal language—a way to connect, to express, to breathe life into the soul. One radiant afternoon, the threads of fate wove an unexpected pattern. Harold, attempting to repair his beloved vintage radio—a relic from his youth—mistakenly wandered into Rosa’s dance studio, thinking it was a repair shop. His eyes widened at the sight of flowing fabrics and the scent of sandalwood and sweat. His fingers brushed over the textiles as if seeking some hidden secret. Rosa, who was practicing her latest routine, paused and looked at him with gentle amusement. "Looking for a dance partner, or just here to fix your radio?" she teased, her voice warm and inviting. Harold, caught off guard, blushed behind his glasses. "Actually, I just wanted to see if you had a spare wire... but I think I got distracted." Rosa chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. She stepped closer and with a playful smile said, "Well, maybe you need a little more rhythm in your life. Want to try a quick paso doble?" In that moment, Harold hesitated, then nodded. Rosa took his hand and guided him through the steps. Harold, trying his best, clumsily stomped on her toes—twice. Rosa burst into hearty laughter, and Harold, cheeks flushed, apologized profusely. But their shared laughter was contagious, and a spark ignited. That day marked the beginning of an unlikely friendship. Harold began repairing Rosa’s costumes and shoes with his engineering skills—sewing zippers, fixing beads, and ensuring every detail was perfect. Rosa, in turn, introduced Harold to flamenco’s fiery rhythms—clapping, stomping, twirling with abandon. Harold’s attempts often resulted in accidental stomps and toppled chairs, but Rosa adored his enthusiasm. Their days became a dance of humor, discovery, and quiet connection. Harold, inspired by Rosa’s passion, tried to cook paella for her—using a wrench as a spatula, which filled the kitchen with the scent of burnt saffron. Rosa, trying to teach Harold to snap castanets, accidentally hit herself in the face or the dog’s tail. They spent warm evenings dancing under the stars—Harold stumbling but trying with all his heart, Rosa gently guiding him, her laughter ringing in the night. One evening, Harold planned a surprise. Weeks of secret practice, fixing an old record player, and decorating her garden with lanterns culminated in a small, intimate dance under the moon. Harold nervously offered his hand, and Rosa, with a sparkle in her eye, accepted. They danced—Harold trying to keep up, often stepping on Rosa’s toes, but never giving up. Rosa spun him around, teasing him softly, and Harold held her close, feeling a warmth that transcended age—a glow of shared joy. Their love grew quietly, like a melody only they could hear. They shared tender moments: Harold planting a gentle kiss on Rosa’s cheek after a dance, Rosa squeezing his hand during a quiet walk, whispering, “You’re learning fast, my dear.” Their laughter and affection echoed through the town, a testament to the idea that love could bloom at any age. But as months passed, Harold’s demeanor changed. He became more absorbed, more distant. His eyes shone with an odd, almost otherworldly glow. He would disappear for hours, sometimes days, leaving Rosa with only a cryptic note: "Back soon." Rosa kept the studio and his workshop open, her heart fluttering with hope and confusion. She believed Harold’s curious spirit would bring him back—perhaps on a new adventure, perhaps seeking some secret truth hidden in his old gadgets. Then, one day, Harold vanished altogether. His workshop was silent, as if he had been swallowed by the shadows. The only sign of him was a small, mysterious note tucked inside an old radio, written in delicate handwriting: "I’ve found a new tune to fix. Don’t wait for me—keep dancing." Rosa called his name into the empty workshop, her voice trembling with longing. She searched every corner of the town—his house, the riverbank, the old oak tree where they once danced—yet Harold was gone. Without explanation, without farewell. Days turned into weeks. The town whispered legends—some said Harold had found a portal to another world, others whispered he’d chased a dream beyond the limits of time. Rosa kept his studio open, her heart aching but her spirit unbroken, holding onto the hope that Harold was still somewhere out there—listening, waiting, perhaps dancing in a place beyond the stars. And so, their story remained unfinished—a dance paused mid-step, a song with a haunting missing note. Rosa kept dancing, her spirit undimmed, believing that Harold’s disappearance was just another chapter in their story—a silent invitation to continue when the moment was right. And on clear nights, under the luminous glow of the moon, the town’s whispers grew softer. The old radio remained silent, the studio still, the garden quiet. Rosa often looked up at the stars, her heart aching with longing—hope flickering like a fragile flame. Somewhere beyond what eyes could see, Harold was perhaps still searching for that missing piece of music, that final step, that elusive wire. Or was he wandering through a different realm—a place where time and space unraveled, where the dance of life continued in a way no one could understand? The story hung suspended, unresolved, in the gentle, infinite night. A dance unfinished, a melody unplayed, an invitation for the next chapter never written but forever felt...................................And then Harold !

honesty

Honesty’s like a shining star, It’s always bright and never far. Tells the truth with a giggle and grin, Keeps us honest from within! No need to hide or tell a lie, Honesty makes us smile and fly. It’s the best friend, pure and true, Bringing joy in all we do!

The Integrity Adventure

In a land where honesty’s the key, Lived a brave little sprite named Glee, He promised to tell the truth each day, In every game and every play! One day he found a shiny coin, “I’ll keep it!” thought he, “it’s just fine!” But then he remembered, deep inside, Honesty’s the hero’s pride! He could have kept it, sneaky and sly, But Glee chose truth, and that’s no lie! He returned the coin with a big bright grin, That’s integrity—confident from within! Through tangled woods and tricky scenes, Integrity’s the magic in our dreams, It’s doing right when no one’s watching, A shining star, never botching! So be like Glee, brave and true, With honesty as your crew, For integrity makes life bright and fun, And wins the day for everyone!