Best Ad Lib Poems
In The Mornin'
(Chorus)
I will see you in the mornin'
When this long night has flown away
There was a time when I was young
When life had only just begun
And lookin' back I'm glad that I was born then.
A simple time and slower pace
Until the day I saw her face
Then everything was changed without a warnin'.
(Chorus)
I will see you in the mornin'
When this long night has flown away
She took me captive from the start
But swore she'd never break my heart
And magic wove a web of love and more then.
She made me laugh. She made me cry
But always was my alibi
Through thick and thin regardless of the stormin'...
(Repeat Chorus)
Then late one night these fourty years
Went flashing in a flood of tears.
I held her close and heard her whisper "Yours", then.
She closed her eyes. I wiped the tears.
Then one last time to ease my fears
She whispered out these words in sweet adorin'...
(Chorus)
I will see you in the mornin'
When this long night has flown away
I will see you in the mornin'
As the dawn breaks another day...
(Chorus--repeat ad lib to end)
©deborah burch
1.31.2013
(To the tune of Hallelujah)
Sun RA Rockets to Mars/Tony Adamo/2000
Sun Ra rockets to Mars/ landing with his Arkestra by way of his supersonic jazzhip ship/
The red dust be a flyin’ below his dancen’ feet/
The heliocentric world of Sun Ra comes to the red planet
Sun Ra is a true jazzophonic citizen and the first musician to probe deep space/
He is a high tech hitchhiker among the stars with knowledge of the heavens above taken from the Egyptian pyramids below/
SING BRIDGE
Get on board the Sun Ra space cruiser/
Get on board we’ll travel the space ways together/
Get on board for bebop, jazz and beyond/
Dig the flight with Sun Ra leading the way/
Message from Sun Ra calling from Saturn and the milky way/
Message from” sonny”/
I’ve long left my earthly ways at Delmark,ESP,Saturn and Black Saint records/
My free jazz spacealicous music can be heard in between the layers of cosmic space to the galactic beyond
I bring you the healing force of the universe/
Space is the place
Oh yeah man talkin bout Sun Ra
The first space cruiser to dig outer space
That cat was beyond heavy
We don’t even know if he was born on this planet earth
Sun-Ra the first space cruiser to dig outer space
The first galactic man
See that sun a shinnin’
Right in back of your face
Sun-Ra space is the place
Yeahh Sun Ra doin his thing now
That creazy kind of galactic tripped out music
Bumpin ya rollin ya
ad lib vamp out (sing)Space is the place
Words from Tony Adamo’s CD,Miles of Blu
"Alpha Mnemonic"
Word
Image
without the image
no word
Language
a disease
communicable
by mouth
Alpha from brain
Omega passed
on her tongue
to yours
Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation
gutteral
romantic
cerebral
never rehearsed
language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where exactly,
Within?
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
from somewhere
other birthed
codex ancient
Alpha alien
genetic
hive driven
we are observed
writhing in our smalls
amphibian brained
we are still
loud embryos
clashing and clinging
unjust
we are
just learning exotic
movements
within our
blue pitri plate
circular in motion
we are agitated
not calm, chasing long versed
pre-recorded, re-rehearsed tales
a breath blown over us
language divides us
in love and belief
a disease
we are
we think
we speak
we spread
our languages
communicable
by eyes that
envision dreams
of others within
we are not knowing
with clandestined
futures and
over-ripe mouths
to succour
we simulate
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
sensual
cold
science
hot and feverish
we lie
in bed
with irreverent
romantic fate
Omega
ohm resistant
high voltage
across the conductor
Always equal
Metaphors of unity
become
the Sequel
Blissfully ignorant
Ripe Red currents
juiced up and
Blue buries itself
warm palmed
on a soft beating breast
Ideology and
Romance
arrive
late
Memory
lost in the
Alpha
Mnemonic
Stuck in
the warm
and sticky
we grow cold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Language is a Virus" / Laurie Anderson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIOnODxUTZQ
The Story of Adam and Eve
Is all well and good and fine,
It marks the frailties of each sex
Without really trying.
First of all it shows the Love of our Creator,
The One, the Good, the True, the Beautiful,
And the deviousness of the Hater.
Antithesis of Love and Justice; a traitor.
The story of Adam and Eve
Is all well and good and fine.
It marks the frailties of each sex
Without really trying.
In our selfish disobedience
we are the very same today,
In our sinful expedience
to get our own way.
Adam was created first,
the woman as an ad lib.
Because Adam was lonely for his own kind
God formed her from his rib.
Well, they were doing just fine
Until one day the serpent said “Eve
You want to be like God, I believe.”
She said yes that would be fine.
So she gave Adam a tempting plausible line,
And he apathetically joined in the sinful crime.
Didn’t want to make any waves, you know,
After all he had his seeds to sow.
And so we see how they fared
Still, woman always shooting for control
The man timid and scared.
The snake laughing in his hole.
So men, before you succumb to so called feminists
and both sexes spend eternity crying…
Remember, ..God only gave her your rib…
so please,.. take back your spine.
Tis quite a beast of burden to bear atlas (shrug off not allowed)
Atlas shrugged an impossibility
tantamount to skinny dipping in the lock nest lagoon
Tantamount to shrugging Atlas off mine bony,
ill suited, widower wizened shoulders,
would take naked fat chance in Fountain Head of virgin waters,
eddy fied with huge boulders
which preliminary sketches to maintain pristine
(pure as Snow White's booty) kept in folders
when collaborative effort called, the fore mid able,
trio, sans state of the artists
(within their respective trades as writer
fictional hero, and architect)
Ayn Rand, John Galt, and Howard Roark,
who undertook resplendent measures
affected resilient as omnipotent cable
tub ring plenti kickstarting linkedin gatecrashers
to a snapchatting halt
instagramming, crowdsourcing, crowdfunding,
held at equivalent asper Bay of Pigs
viz Pay of Bigs
(in this context identified as
(vudu trained stalwarts, petsmart outlook,
incorporating literary, metaphorical,
nautical staff comprising fable
sea Crete cure metamorphoses abilities, as failsafe method –
i.e., physically, instantaneously, architecturally rendering
modus operandi capacity asper quick as blazing saddles
(ponied up by young Frankenstein)
kept in fireproof stable,
where at dextrous fingers ala hocus-pocus prestidigitation
which chiefly buoyantly ardently, and hardily drafted imp pier re: hull
rock hull impediment for shore also cast evil spells should
any foolish soul, who dared
to maneuver past the near blinding pier sing redoubt
to access blue lagoon like watery oasis
shielded via reeking poor Island
(where an atomic rooster gargoyle shrouded parapet)
buffeted the crashing waves against
the lock smooth as a glass table
whose wooden sea legs solidly affixed
to hip, hip hooray three chairs
inviting two story book heroes plus the author,
unfurling parchment scriptural roles invited ad lib flairs
since threat of category five hurricane
manifested took writer by surprise,
thus requiring her to utilize cognitive gears
which necessitated modification of original plot,
now bumped credos with religion
vis a vis engendering prayers.
At precisely 6:45 each morning
the house, it starts to shake
I don't need a clock
Oh no, for godness sake...
Big Ol' Redneck Piggly Wiggly
goes roaring off to war
I thing I'd rather listen
To seven people snore
His truck must use a jet-engine
And top grade jet fuel too
Just where he works I wonder
But i think I have a clue
When he comes home I
go just as insane...
He roars in like a 747
Landing on that tiny landing lane
Lumberjack? Hunter on attack?
Construction worker who needs no tool.
I'm sure he could lift a jetliner
Or maybe I'm again the fool
I'm rather sure, I swear
I'd bet my derriere
No Maitre' D is he...
No Physicist do I there see
Not an MD, mailman, or
salesman...unless he sells
chopped wood...
Maybe a Moonshiner perhaps,
Now that'd be oh so good
I'm ashamed to talk this way
Cause I'm no dandy either
Imagine what he'll say
Of me, no I can't either...
Don't judge a TV show
By critics who critique
They often don't really know
And I guess that's not unique
They've never watched I know
Just ad-lib it as they go...
I think I'd better end
this silly, silly rhyme
I don't know why I do it
I just do it all the time
I hope you're not too mad
If I seem to have a cause,..mm...mm
And that I didn't show myself
to be one with adnauseam...
Dropped ad lib in foreign terrain
Not knowing a word of English
It was called ‘learn fast, sink or swim’
You smiled when I first looked at you
Offered to be my translator
Almost too pleased to be helpful
You came on a little too strong
I was uncommonly bashful
You somewhat a bit of a nerd
You kept watching from afar
Became my tacit comfort zone
I truly took you for granted
But honestly, what did I know
We were only kids in fifth grade
AP: 2nd place 2021
I roll these words in the mere moment
off the cuff....
without posy (prims)
to say hello,
(ad-lib is the Lion)
A Beggar in the mud....
for a lighter brush;
with less darkness in verse,
She has fallen....
from grace,
I shudder ----
how wan the dying rose!
Her petals lilt,
(my wings plucked with shadow.....)
I've given all, but not enough,
love is absolute(ly).....
without delay in affection
I shall try to return with a rainbow
or two....
**(Wrote this 'off the cuff' for lack of material....)
Note: The author has a tentative melody as well as the arrangement of the song. However, a musician or a professional recording musician may happen to come across this piece of writing, i shall be glad to offer this a collaborative piece whenever the artistic contribution is suited to the author's preference. Please send demo.
Intro: random sound of children running; playing; singing
Chorus:
We are the remnants of the ages
And the off springs of the dawn;
Facing realities of the new day
Within the realm of a dream.
I.
I hear the voices of the past
As they echoed down my spine.
Beckoning me to move onward
Like an amber of a dying flame.
II.
I saw a silhouette at a distant
But I can't figure what it was
My clue was blurred with confusion
But there's a voice I can barely grasp.
Repeat Chorus:
III.
There are faces of strangers
As I have not known a long-time friend
They have come as generation
In which I feel I do belong.
IV.
We utter in many voices
But we're blended for a song
A song of joy, love, and freedom
From which our music got its tune.
Repeat Chorus:
Ad Lib:
Repeat 3rd and 4th stanzas
Repeat chorus twice then fade.
Author: Jecon B. Nadela
Date and time of writing:
15 November 2013 ; 1:10pm - 2:22pm
Typhoon Yolanda has just devastated our neighbor island in the Philippines leaving thousands homeless and starving. The death toll was estimated to over ten thousand. There was chaos and disorganization. I, too, was confused of what to write as I already have written poems about nature's wrath, sufferings, or compassion . It must be that I have a mental block or maybe the urge to write was blown away too as we're preoccupied with the news and the humanitarian endeavor we are trying to be a part of to aid the victims in the devastated islands.
Today my 9-year old son and his uncle instructor are sitting by the keyboard again for practice. I can sense the excitement as they reviewed the piano chords. With a smile he asked, can you also write songs Papa? I said, I have tried some and maybe I can try again for you and for your sisters and cousins to sing with you in the chorus. And the idea of children singing in chorus brought to my mind the lines of this song.
I’m leader of a Bluegrass Band
A tough critic watches each show
She’s always out there listening
Hears goofs that others never know
No reviews in the Newspaper
But after the show, when I’m home
My wife always gives her review
Caught it all, like a fine tooth comb
She’s heard all of the songs practiced
And knows how they sound when they’re right
She’s heard the harmony singing
Can tell when the harmony’s tight
But as M C, I do ad Lib
My Critic never has a clue
The few jokes I tell on the stage
She’s never heard, they’re always new
Lightening bugs flash,
like the worn celluloid images of old movies,
I sit beneath a great Greta Garbo moon.
I am the heroine of this short.
The dew point drops,
Mists rise.
Crickets chirp.
Muskwats buzz.
Loons ululate and wail.
My dialogue,
The click and whir of my spinning reel.
The glug-glug-glug of the Hula Popper lure.
To prepare for the climax,
Bring out the proven method acting.
I taste the dirt on my fingers,
Licking and twisting monofilament.
The savory sign of night-crawler trails.
Add the bobber, the weight.
I smell the algae and rotting leaves.
The sweet stew of the lake.
My nose tingles from the life motes it captures.
I cast.
This night, I ad-lib.
There never was a script,
No stupid fish.
Fade to Me,
The Garbo moon,
Clever fish,
Loon interlude.
RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD III
Where kids had the run-o’-the-place
Noisy
Dirty
Smelly brats
In-and-out
Everywhere!
Like a shot!
There was imagination.
Games ad lib
A terrible wonderful use of neighborhood
An awful rollicking use of the day
Where a poor aproned mom must scrub and scrub
The tub on Saturday nights
No begging a child to go to bed
Hell! He fell asleep at the dinner table
There were bed-wetters
Nose pickers
Clothesline-tent revealings
All secret explorations not even the adult will
admit to
I blush in shame for just a minute or two
Oh I fit so furtively so sweaty red-faced young
The curse of verse, at worst subversive,
Cursive, ad lib, tragic,
The means defines scenes, supreme beings let off steam,
Beauty queens daydream of magic.
Sense of place, being part of the tribe,
Strangers for whom, in that moment, we'd die,
Hypnotised by the lies,
Buy the lies, Buy Buy BUY.
They say that language makes these creatures noble,
(Though global, antisocial music mogul has you at his disposal)
And whilst it can be, I fully agree,
I put this to thee and hope ye can see.
With that in mind, defence of rhyme, a light to shine, to reassign
Must be a risky business, this vision, this mission,
Spitting on tradition
Commission with precision and wisdom, not premonition.
T'other condition of these lines, repetitions are declined,
Treating then as being malign or as a sign that you're not try'n'
Language naturally evolves, as new issues need resolved
And the duty on us all is to adopt this protocol.
So be counted,
Stand up tall,
I'm saying employ your wherewithal
Because in fact it's vital, survival of the fittest
Evolution overlooks and observes the dying witless
The rival is the other witness,
Seeing his rivals diminish.
That that is, and ever was, once wasn't,
And is will be a was because it Doesn't..
As new buds told old petals to forget
For whatever reasons between seasons, we met
I to take my hound for a bound in the park
You, to the zoo with your son before dark
And he, like a bee to a new-flowered tree
Saw the dog, I saw you and then you saw me
And while your begat was besmat with my pet
I asked for your name, you did same, so we met
No instance romance no ad-lib dance or report
Just a mellow hello and a smile of a sort
But our hearts with his darts, Cupid had shotten
And my hound could've drowned, and your begotten, forgotten!
On mountaintops I’d sing the verses of my poetry
under the umbrella of a starry night’s full moon
stand at a podium overlooking the vast blue sea
in foreign tongues half ad lib and half reciting
I’d stand up tall and clear my voice
so I could project as loud as loud can be
I’d find the words to move both earth and sea
as well as depths of every human heart and soul
I’d talk of love sympathy and kinship
a lot about peace and compassion
I’d promote the many healing benefits
of forgiveness and understanding
I’d dig deep to portray the imagery
that would move mankind to tears
I’d find a way like never done before
to propel my witty rhymes emphatically
I’d aim to capture life in all its glory
wisely encapsulate bold message
scattered by every earthly wind
for it to travel over land and sea
If all goes according to my plan
the universe would be rid of wars
cruel bitterness and disillusion
no more hurts or disappointments
My epic poem of everlasting love
would be my heartfelt legacy
launched to you the world from me
a most extravagant display of fireworks
while checking out I’d curtsy left and right
and to all bid a fond adieu ~
Read on air by invitation ~ April 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on March 20, 2022 for contest YOUR PEACE MESSAGE TO THE WORLD sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 1ST
on July 17, 2020 for contest IF THIS WAS MY LAST POETRY CONTEST POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST