Best Capo Poems
Take me back, to good old Rio
Let me lie there in the Sun
Then take a ride to Capo Ferro
Dancing Samba, having fun
And the girls will all be prancing
In the waves along the shore
Eating crab and fish together
That were caught the day before
As my passion starts increasing
Like the heat upon the grill
With all the stress now I'm releasing
I don't miss the northern chill
Take me back to good old Rio
Let me stay there to the end
No yesterdays or tomorrows
The place where night and day, just blends
Take me back.....
Wrap around me
just so
string yourself through the needle of time
chase the froth of foam lipping the tide
let my nascent heart tap with the tip of your toe
samba, slow dance, make romance
Oh wrap yourself around me
just so
slide down the capo across the strings
through this opening in cosmic signs
birth the waiting wonder of my love mi corazon
limb to limb entranced, your head inclines
Wrap yourself around me
just so
just so
pluck me from the moving melody of rhyme
dip with me as the moonlight strides
let my petals curl with the click of heel I love you so
samba, slow dance, make romance
Wrap around me
just so
*Meant to be sung to Peter White's song “Life Story”.
THE ZULU CRIER
Where thou thee
Sons of Afrika
There over the edge is a halo
It's coming to crown the world
He who stands wear it first
So rise up my people, my children
For we had long remain knelt to the giant
That charmeleon, Ananse of our indiference
End him now with the swords of oneness
You Asante man marry that Buganda maid
You Zulu landlord accomodate that Fula
Thee Igbo barter with that Nubian
Yee men, men of this land, I call !
All tribes, all caste of Afrika
Know thy neighbour
Break the land's fences down
And travel the sands and the rocks
From Cape Town to Alexandria
From Capo Verde to Eritrea
And share the goodness, tastes of Afrika
Of our new communism
The twenty firsst revolutionary calls
Now, Now, before the sun downs
With joy and pride.
Awake Mama Afrika !
Mary was the poetess
who loved handsome Franco,
the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader;
and in Naples they met:
at The Galleria Umberto,
under the surveillance of my father...
Mary was barely eigtheen,
and writing was her only passion;
even her big, hazel eyes were
as light as the Tyrannean Sea in summer,
somehow too melanchonic as a fading moon,
which longed more for a friend than a lover!
Her first song was recorded in Milan, with a brilliant
production of composer Angelo Camis;
that song became quite popular in Capo D'Istria,
and in all the booth-shaped Italian Peninsula!
Ermanna Melli from the city of Forli was the artist
with that mellow, sensual and expressive voice!
" What's this desire? " a delicate and spontaneous love song,
captured a large audience, both young and old...
it was a song telling of the emotions of a young heart too naive,
falling in love with someone much older that she was, indeed;
and it made many people cry, perhaps recalling the time
they fell for someone as special and gorgeous as Mary's dream guy!
Mary, your song still plays on the airwaves of that radio station and although
you no longer sing it in the manner of a famous virtuoso: the visions
of your past life become too real as you performed it by surprise;
it is the jewel you left on earth for us to remember you by,
and it immesely dazzles like every rainbow in the Capri's sky...
when an unknown tenor improvises his impassioned aria with an absolute sorrow!
Mary was the poetess who dedicted her time
writing about love, but never found it in reality;
she was my oldest sister inspiring me with her creativity!
Mary had the potential of becoming great and shine,
but the tides turned abruptly and fate wasn't kind:
even today, her fearless voice comes alive through her poetry!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
One week to live? That's more than I expected to breath
I shot the capo in the knee cap before quickly I fled
"Go to hell boy!" blindly I yelled that insane night
One moment of fright has me looking over my right
Goodnight to all I ever knew but tonight I must die
But before you stand over my grave I must sigh
He tried to play me for a fool, how many days left?
A week I suppose before all that love me weep
I have a girl to kiss and make love to all night long
I will fight for my life before singing that sad song
Come and get me killa, come and get me gangsta
Five days left before my head rests on a platter
Sell my final shipment of goodies to the hood
Give a middle finger to anyone who said I was rude
Drive one hundred and fifty miles just to do it
One hundred miles per hour eating a banana split
Two days left and their getting ready to invade
On a roller coaster having the time of my life
I hope they don't bring a knife to a gun fight
I'm ready for war, they don't know what's in store
The evening before the showdown I'm stoned
Too late to travel the world but imagination rules
Read 'The Art of War' several times drenched in jewels
Find a dime and on her face slowly begin to drool
Rent a weather balloon, the message reads "damn fools!"
Last night I couldn't sleep, today I must say goodbye
The more I think about it, it sure was a good ride
Before I could speak another word I heard a noise
Bang! Bang! I took two with me, like a wild cowboy
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Soli, Soli, then be Tacet!
Ossai,Ossai, Rubato,Tenuto
Ossai, Soli.
Adagio? Adagio: no, no, no !
Vivase! Vivase, Vivase!
Da Capo!
De Capo!
Divisi, Cresendo,Cresendo!
Aria, Arai, Mastros baton wishes
me to sing., legato, legato
ah- buto concerto!
they prayed for six spheres!
Methinks, who wanders after pint size toy
To which Aristocrats bow in humbleness?
Afore the little toy went to dance with the rough,
Off the tee in bounces, unto the way unfair,
Wrong way, or off the fair fairway,
Thought hazard but out of bound!
Grudgingly he bowed for a retake,
Now to the little toy the mighty was humbled.
Pint size, mint size, bright white,
Toys in colour bundles.
Fly it goes in kiss with the sky
Little toy, little joy laced in greedy-burden.
Amidst the Aristos stood the landlord, well-trodden,
Yes, the Capo whose toy ran him out of bound,
Silly toy, bad troy, “O, not my day!” He mused.
His baroness hummed, bumped her bum in bummer,
Pitiable they were before the bunker.
“Handicap will tell.” She said in laughter.
But the Aristos were called handicaps too,
Laughed I was at these “Handicaps”
As they missed the little hole in taps.
Hopped the Aristo to win the hole;
Warped the baroness in prayer he missed the hole,
The little hole, pint size toy.
With smiles, his toy, she glanced,
The Aristo did miss the hole.
I laughed at the people of holes.
Hmm! Life with Golfers and little holes.
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
Chicken and Other Foods.
She is coming home tonight, been away for two days.
Bought her, what she likes… a well roasted chicken.
On the farm where I was brought up, old hens that
didn’t lay eggs as before had heads chopped off and
ended up in the pot. Incredible tough meat had to boil
it for hours. Never liked the smell in a chicken coop,
I think concentration camps must have stunk like that
too many bodies in small rooms and no escape.
The coop’s capo wasn’t safe either, when it didn’t
perform as before, off with its head. When she enjoys
her roasted chicken with lemon sauce I will eat a burger,
since it doesn’t look remotely like a dead animal and as
I have never seen a dead cow, only milked them every
morning at five, it will taste ok with Italian salad.
She watched him pluck the strings.
His fingers up and down the frets
of her spine,
pulling out notes and moans
from deep within the cavity
of her hollowed-out chest.
Apollo’s golden lyre lulling the muses
beyond their sensibilities.
Grooves of passion causing a riff
and changing his tune.
Needing space like air.
The Pied Piper’s pitch filling
the acoustics in the room.
The arpeggio scaffolding and bending,
burning the bridge and lacing
the capo around her neck,
causing her to fall flat.
Vibrato measured
in octaves and picked over.
Metronomic dissonance clashing
through their progression
Until the blue notes scaled her back
into a solo improvisation.
When
you have played
noteworthy moves
early in a relationship
and the harmony
becomes discordant
it's time to backpedal…
diminuendo.
da capo
follow love's lead
December 24, 2020
She to be his Uxor: or he to be her Vir,
might I pause to discuss?
" When he makes interest in a Woman we
shall seek you
to challenge him in for her love
might some speak this as misculo
so I might profit from his gains
" the fair lazzo"
She like him must want
there desires shall be laughed
upon the tongues of those who
to learn from such troubles.
Might the moon troublee the still waters
to wave from shore to shore!
One's interest in her might pry her from
him. One's interest in her might
draw them closer.
Thus must we challenge and and make
story of these persons. To make specticail
and folly of.
Might I quote Sir tropiteaze " Cuius est solum,
eius est usque
ad coelum et ad
inferos" From the subsurface to the Surface,
interest make hell rise under heavens skies!"
might such sieze to exsist, under the nights of
Misculo!"
From The Bovel
Goals of Lovers
Desires of Others,
By Haas Gissen.
Apache Prince
and The Wisdom Of the
wise.
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Da Capo Accent
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Prompt Bastarding
out of Context
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he saw the Sale of the theater
and wondered if
her meager value
allow her to understand
the meaning of being able to
One seeks Knowledge of
the Sale of property
where a hungry cook
could of people
like his food enough
to buy it
One could wish to ruin him
by linking him to
something horrible
said the wise men
he used as a person to
speak to
They put my name on the Facey Gramm
as someone people don't like
yet should
i be worried
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All are cursed that he knewest thee
that he shall be deceitful in his
unraveling of you
Only Satan is able to
use hie position
to Unravel
and Cause others
to be viewed as
Cast's in his distorted
behavior.
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Goeduck only Fly at Night
from the Cajain Mutta Ship!!!!!
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Trust neither the Majority
or the popular
that they might rally to deceive many
on behalf of Jesus.
Prompt Bastarding the asserts of there position
Spelching in script
that many shall seek those who are spoken
as wicked
angling the opinions of others
might they feel as he does!
Accent De Capo
He loves a great secret.
His job often meant that he
would prepare people
for things due to them.
He handled millionaire
Tristeier Didier's inheritance.
She was a waitress at a diner
in New Bristol, the day I meet her
she told me she only had
$13.0 until her next payday.
I left her a $300.00 tip.
The next morning I came in
with paperwork asking
her questions,
I had decided I would tell her
why I was there after I
noticed her change in mood.
She began cursing so that's when I
told her what I was doing.
Her Dad's boss made some
investments while her
father was still alive.
They were small investments at first
and then he
invested the returns,
then he and her mother
parted way's and her father
never said anything to
the mother about things and he
moved to Canada and became
a lumberjack, and never returned home.
He married Vissy Jasper
a world renowned Jeweler
she was called " Jazzy Vise Grip"
by her fans and customers
she was known for placing small gems
on large rings.
Well the paper's said she was
to have all assets to what ever the
family fortune was. The surprising
thing about the conversation
was, the woman told him:
she was going to buy four acres
and plant hickory trees, and pecans
and make truffles for
the poor peoples of New Bristol
and people through out the world.
One thing I know about Gangs:
They have their own cobra's fangs;
Those who've got maturity,
Still threats to security:
Their leaders Good - Bad feeders,
Very few poor mind readers...
Another thing about Gangs
Their angry fists on doors: Bangs!
Every one of them Raw Tout
From a once nice voice Rash shout
Gangs have their own officer
His looks always The Sinister
Yes A Capo: wished Sergeant
Eyes on Rum, not Detergent