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
Categories:
capo, allah,
Form: Naat
Might in want shall
her gentlemen speak
to have his trusted
woman take his
hand.
She gives as much as
she takes
he looks to mornings
to smile
might she kiss him to
began the day
What ways are we different
to the sameness of
our desires
that we meet in ned to
want no more
and will be satisfied and
pleased
From Whelk Cookery
Categories:
capo, beautiful, music,
Form: Ballad
Frisian
nsos voulons
a un dollar dans? amazon dans
le'space vacantio
pres' de la
bibliotheque
solomons Island.
Sincerly Your
Frisian
"the Happy"Polynesian
How can I
when it
seems the worlds
on my shoulders
and it stranger
as I get older
seems like no know
ever wanted me.
How can I when
II'm all by myself
and there no one else.
No one to adore and love me.
Man needs affection
love and admiration
People can make it harder
and cause your
undermacion.
Baby how can I
when I look to you
for comfort
wanna lean on your shoulder
and you tell me it's all right.
Categories:
capo, music,
Form: Ballad
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.
Categories:
capo, film, music,
Form: Ballad
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
Categories:
capo, character, death, humanity, violence,
Form: Rhyme
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!
Categories:
capo, clothes, fashion, marriage, music,
Form: Ballad
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.
Categories:
capo, appreciation, extended metaphor, golf,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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
Categories:
capo, 11th grade, love, music,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
capo, guitar, music,
Form: Free verse
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.....
Categories:
capo, addiction, appreciation, beauty, happiness,
Form: Lyric
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”.
Categories:
capo, romance,
Form: Lyric
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.
Categories:
capo, food, life,
Form: Blank verse
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 !
Categories:
capo, history
Form: Prose Poetry