Best Basso Poems
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Erotic bark of exotic tree
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Help a man be all he can be
I come home tired, but my woman want me.
She give me little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
She say it make a difference she can feel and see
She give me little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
She say I make her body feel hap…hap…eee
She give me little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Erotic bark of exotic tree
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Help a man be all he can be
So if you want to get a lot, just like me
Try a little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
Try it just and you will see
Try a little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
It work for you like it work for me
Try a little rum and some Yohimbe (basso line)
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Erotic bark of exotic tree
Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo… O…. Himbe
Help a man be all he can be (down tempo)
The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off,
Reeellaaaxxx!
Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies
And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed
Here lies a besotted chorister, too soon
Out of grog and out of tune.
A basso nicht-so profundo is ne'er forgot
Whether he die by clinker or by pot.
Based on BBC news article "Fart in parliament: Row blows up in Canada"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-38037187
Should our leaders discuss debt?
Under which we toil and sweat
How to tax us? Lots or little?
Or somewhere roughly in the middle?
Do we grow and do they borrow?
Or make a promise vague and hollow
Economic conflagration?
Unemployment or inflation?
Do they reason? Time well spent?
No, they argue rectal scent
Flatus, butt burp, toxic winds
Makes eyes water, nose hairs singe
Rear crescendo, basso bum
Call a ballot 'bout the hum
Referendum! Backside notes?
Use some room spray! Gets my vote!
A kaleidescope of cacophonic carols
Attacks my cochlea
From hammer to anvil to stirrup
To the mesa we ride with timbrels and lyres.
\Gaily tripping lightly stepping
Through oceans of dandelions
Trailing the greening dew heel after heel.
The brae alive with pirouetting pansies and horns a-blare.
\Pixilation personified
The basso buffoon and bassoon collide
Would the afternoon fawn still respect the Buck-in-the-morning?
Ode to Erato
“Hear, hear!” What’s this poppycock all about?
“Get rid of St. Valentine’s Day… you say — I say naught!”
Brave Britannia, are we losing our faculties?
I’d give my life for God, king, and country,
but to give up St. Valentine’s Day? “Preposterous!”
A night with Erato is an experience like no other.
Painfully erotic, overwhelming, and barbaric,
or tenderly smothering, so Oedipal complex,
as passion guides your heart’s desire in words.
'Tis to die satisfied, knowing the utmost pleasure.
So, to this chicanery, I say, let us sing
out in an overture, from soprano high to basso low,
with mid-range baritone in between,
to fragile Eros’s joy in avoiding Chronos’s eye,
and follow Erato and not be dismayed by Thanatos,
but let the sexes engage intimately
in the propagation of the species.
What is this upon the rosy vine?
As evening sunlight’s sloth entwines
Shadows thickening against a sky
Of approaching stormy jagged clouds
Lit inside with flash and sound
Thunder’s rumble shook the ground
And on the vine when all were closed
One flower stood in blank repose
As if to mock the storms advance
And bear witness to the carnal dance
Of elemental beauty, so it seemed
Or perhaps it was just stupidity
But there stubbornly the flower sat
As softly rose the pitter-pat
Of the first of many drops
To fall steaming on the lava rocks
But soon the rocks were quenched
The flower too completely drenched
Thunder’s grinding crack then wrenched
The modest quiet
And its basso rumbling
Set the very pebbles trembling
Thus it went; the storm did pass
But the flower’s soft pink petals fast
Were beaten off and hammered down
Upon the wet and windswept ground
As ash from some dark tragedy
Yet as beautiful as all can be
Early morning chill in the air
Jack the Frost with ice in his hair
Sliding along on his slippered feet
upon trails left from his whispered heat
Singing so lightly his winter tune
hoping ice remnants will last until noon
Knowing that soon the icicles will stay
just a dingaling instrument along his way
Keeping tune with the wind chimes
swaying tall grasses in pantomime
Basso is felt from wind blown branches
winters song music will always entrans' us
As beautiful the melody,as ice crystals fall
caution,be steady,avoiding Frost's snowy walls......
honjitsu no taisen
card o happuou shimasu
liyou lo shai
20 pun ippon shoubu
omatase shimaa
shiai wokaishi itashimasu
conduct code
july 24----august 9 2020
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lucha libre
luchador
rudo
tecnico
class act
one hard to follow
more intriguing then
ah-bore
he thinks of all involved
when he performs
seen and unseen
his works are a class act
a showcase of talent
and sheer ability
it wouldn't suprise me if
millions of people would
support his effords of
acheiving his goals
the right guidance
and the right
people around him
will help him
in his success
his failures might
not be as long as his runs
if he's lucky
it wouldn't hurt to have the
right corner man
and the
right trainers
to keep him focused
and someone to
get him seen as
a contender
and maybe even a champion
His Cucoloris is made
from his own works
lets see what he can do with it
The Average Quarter's announce team queued in on
Champion Royal's debut! With B$ basso intro's
provided by IntroMedia
The Class Act in precision music!
Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open.
"Come on in.
We've been wait- ing for
you." Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice.
Something pushed me from behind ...
Chiffonade
Basso Continuo Bolero.
The term "procreate"
refers to the act of reproducing,
meaning to have children or
offspring. If you are middle-aged
and wish to procreate, it means
you desire to have children later in life,
which may present some unique
challenges and considerations.
While it's possible to have children
later in life, fertility can naturally
decline, particularly in women,
as they get older.
Here's a more detailed look:
a hoax that owes their existence,
as well as their l
striking blue color
The human intellect itself has
evolved to contribute
to reproductive success.
Countertenor and.Fagotto.
Above-Board;Atwixt
conflicts sorted through
gettin ready for a Baby making
Getting the night ready for you!
musically
on the staff
f major treble
clef keeps me
with only one
note that is
B flat and so
maestro
tap tap
tap your baton
attention
follow
ing his lead
i'm feeling
basso
filled up on
beans so
i'll be
a tuba
fragrantly
playing Rimsky
Korsakov
not even
thinking
of stopping
fingering
flight
not bumbling
the bumblebee
but the spit valve
will
need
drained
at
least
twice
i cannot contest
a judge of a contest
the best is the winner
but when the cup
is given based on
based and abrasive
words and what some
say isn't poetry then
i must say i try best
to be the basso
if a trio with a low
droning moan of want
and knowing even
the bass cello tells
what the score is
so i ask for no
forgiveness for
if
you can't love and
laugh then no matter
what you are
you
are an
arsehole
P. Mauriat Eldon she spoke his name for all to remember.His name means basso with the augmentative suffix -one. Her belief was that he was Italian. She spoke of him with a Peking Duck inspired meatloaf with brown rice and cabbage. I love his tone and suttle temperament.Echolocation used to create his image.She spoke of his brother as somewhat clumsy: clownish even, Puchner I believe his name was:Pushner Eldon.He wore rings as Cymbal of His Excellence.The minute the night sky appeared he looked to me to be his: I laughed and called to his brother: who I loved in the night in tones of vengeful desire. The next evening Puchner looked again to me and my suseries of intercessory prayers where answered. Steeped full of desire I allowed him to love me: and was pleased and satisfied.His claves were a rhythmic pattern of satisfaction, soothing my longing and desire." With you,an Everlasting Love" I was a tempress of passion, a lyre beneath the flute! Propulsive grooves, that created a duration of want and need.
The oils of the supper plate coated my mouth as he kissed me..Issuing me published to the world. I stood beside him for day's and at night I loved him with a deep neverending ppassion.People had to cause us to stand before God as one. In such doings I had achieve all that a woman could acheive in finding: the satisfaction of belonging until I was made his before God and man. I smiled in delight that some saw me different: he who I had learned to love had made me steeped into oneness
Written by: Contraltos de Passionate
From the AlbumF3 to F5
"Sounds of a Woman in Love"
Troupes of Love-Troupes of Lovers
"Half way Thru"-
create and recreated
by Big Beats Music Co.
Usage of both male and Female
Background singers
Done with collaborated efforts with
the Intention to Impress Sound Team
and "Sumthang Special"
For Groove Chore Group
"Special Night" performed
with Modern Mixes
and Real Opera Music
with sum Twang from Groovey Beats
"Gotez to Be"
sang wiff C-Mid Octave
of The Same Name
(courtesy of Marriage Minded Album Co.)