It revivals the obvious
scripting fun and pleasure
a mix that is as addictive as
anything one could
find needing
octave monte' in ranges
situated between measures
a sound that is different than the
sound
that it mad by the musician who
chore to be perfect and
more on time
Six Double Basses provided
the deep sound
along with a Tuba, 6 bassoons
and a flute that glided
on the warm summery air that
was fragrant with a Monte Cristo scented
dining area
we awaited lunch as we were hungry from
a day of rehearsal
salad and sandwiches with a
raspberry-tea and French Macaroons
she wrote the lyric here
she said it was from being in love with what
was going on.
" I watched her want to be
with someone she thought
was out of her League
I took the opportunity to be
someone she would the envy"
"What makes perfect the night
from the start of a lovely day"
Music was playing
one of those
ole love tunes
people were dancing and kissing
like lovers on
there honeymoon
I to hold my tongue
cause what wanted to say
my date may have gotten offended
and simply walked away
Squeezing heer hand
I asked for a kiss
when she turned to kiss me
I smiled with delight
the music started playing
a rhythmic groovy tune
when the trumpets started playing
the basses and the strings
I heard the piano
than the crooner
did his thing
people started waving
grooving to the tune
veryone started kissing
like they were on
their honeymoon
what is Sollabac- it Caballos spelled backwards.
A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
and I am grateful.
An officer of the law taps on my door
my breath and heartbeat screech to a sudden stop
preparing for the next-of-kin speech, or
where-were-you-on-the-night-of-the-23rd interrogation,
instead she informs me my car is ten inches in the red
and with a smile suggests I move it before I get a citation
pulse resumes as oxygen reunites with lungs,
and I am grateful.
A mask sitting by the front door; my ticket to commerce
the media replaying riot scenes, lockdown measures,
sporting event cancellations, worship restrictions,
death tolls, closed restaurants, and drive-by graduations.
Yet I am virus-free, housed, gainfully employed,
surrounded by family and electronically socialized,
I have my necessities: I am well-fed, well-loved,
and I am grateful.
written 30 Aug 2020
what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to tenors
and invite them to dinner
are they the ones who like wine
and tips waiters when things are fine
who are the sopranos
and do they play pianos
shut-up: shut-up!@ the tenor
wants dinner with the soprano,
to be serenaded by the piano, such say's the tenor
who wishes to to have dinner, the alto might interrupt
while the others have sup
but it is far less likely,
the alto to spite me, might
the tenor propose and confess his love.
then what is dinner
and is this one a winner
we need to up our ratings
and for goodness sake ands
do we welcome this soprano
who has no piano
and what is so to such
that a tenor lucks up
what is than greater
and who's the best sing dater
do we speak of love
to what then do we trust
if we are warned to never love
what the whoomp, whoomp, whoomp!
Tetrahedron Inception
The geometry of four equal threes,
A pyramid of tall pointy trees.
Green, red, yellow, gold,
Rainbows of music, arc through my soul,
Seeing the sounds past reds vast basses,
Symphonies of light hearing blues last traces.
Four phased spectra, aligned at the sixties,
Sweet melodic convergence of realities.
Touch, taste, smell it, too, with our senses,
Mountains lifted from the ether
With the touch of the Creator.
Sunday Afternoon
Never a more beautiful day,
Marvel upon marvel of
The grace upon grace
Which God sends.
Pieces of heaven,
I know he has prepared.
A symphony of birds,
Basses to lyric sopranos,
Lawn mowers adding
Deep sounds of low violas.
Soft harmonies soft thunder, soft rain,
A peacefully sleeping Pekinese,
Contentment in the kitchen.
The scent of chocolate chip cookies…
With my love.
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At Choir Practice Observing
Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.
Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did church bells rang,
And after hearing each alto and tenor
Surely knew choir was really a winner.
We heard choir had to wait until fall,
And will be singing in a concert hall;
Finally, eventually receive much fame,
Which would end up with world acclaim.
James Thomas Horn
True believer in much great music;
Who at this moment just had heard it.
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I wonder why aliens stay secret
While the elites play with their demons
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven
Secret basses on the moon
keeping the public in doom
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven
The most holy of symbols
The Pentagram is quite simple
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven
Unite us as one
Like the stars align the sun
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven
Grab your stun gun
It gonna be a tough one
Not only from this planet but their spaceships in heaven
03\21/2014
The melody sings out in the song
The bassline building up in tone
Screaming out in harmony
For all those true to hear
The sounds of brass and woodwinds
Echo throughout the hall
Signaling the coming storm
Of our loyal marchers band
Trumpets lead the charge
With the loud and ringing sound
Drums keeping beat
Winds enhancing the tune
Students peering out the doors
Eyes are wide to our sheer sound
While stepping carefull left and right
Playing my heart out is what i do
I feel the music sing within
And let it out
For the school to hear
I lead the charge for now
With the loud and ringing sound
Marching to the basses beat
For all the school to hear
It will be evident too
much in our sober
confidences,
Trusting all we needed
and to our little yatch
turns,
Making room for so much
creativity and learned
respect,
Grace for tommorrow
and our hope's needed
leaps to be in reality's
endform,
The signs are true...thus
the times were hard.
Above earth's schemes to
life,
Placing mysteries in little
"Salient-Natural-Things"
that came-by to salute a-
halloo and
balloo,
Pacingly..Here is what we
call thinking Old eyes...Still
thinking...
"Salient Minds"....Reality
linkings,
A Dreamy Phase...A
Dreamy Phrase...A Sinking
Haze,
This dreamy paraphrase.
Lets "Rock" on Basses
and Sambas,
Lets lighten on Cymbals
and the Guitars,
Lets level on "JAZZ and
SALSA",
Lets happen to travel on
pure white Dragons and
More,
The fumes of the
Lotus...Say while travelling
along with salient minds
along the banks
of Tommorrow in whited
yatchs and more,
Jack's bean stalk and
sundry linkings,
Cleanliness another fitting.
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