Cappella Poems

We Were Never 'I'

Within this sanctum
of breath and bone—
ten trillion anchorites
mimic their devotions.

Bacteria threading
blood’s vermilion rivers
braiding holy water
into the cathedral
of now.

Their alchemy transmutes
starlight
into the wine of existence—
decanted
from Orion’s mythical vine.

Viruses—
those threshold wraiths
between being
and unbeing—
inscribe new verses
in the living gospel
of our chromosomes.

Fungi a cappella
in mycelial tongues
through marrow’s moaning chambers
decomposing resurrection
from each small death
we die.

We are not hosts—
but cantatas
still composing themselves
in light.

Each cell—
a verse rehearsing resurrection.

Hark:
your pulse conducts
this unseen choir
where mortal breath
becomes immortal song.

And in this sacrosanct
communion of kingdoms,
we learn
we were never “I”—

but a constellation of prayers:
timeless,
boundless—

Bacteria
Viruses
Fungi
Me—
becoming
one.

A Capella Erotica

No need for a loud background sound,
my howl will raise you up off the ground.

I can snatch you up with my voice,
you won’t walk away again by choice.

Go spill our interstellar secrets,
share there are absolutely no regrets.

Speak of how my taste is addictive, 
dramatize every drop I have to give.

You always say ‘You have Moon skin.
Tell me tales of everywhere you’ve been.’

Fall into my depiction of a far off land, 
my words you instinctively understand. 

Savor a sip of picante’ exotica.
I’m the backbeat, a cappella erotica.

Going Out on a Lim: A Whale of a Tale

The humpback whale is a musical fella
With a sonorous voice that's remarkably "mella".
He doesn't need orchestration
To cause a sensation
When he lets loose and belts out a tune a cappella.

Song And Dance

                        song
             musical, a cappella 
     jamming, appealing, refraining
 chorus, melody, choreography, waltz
         whirling, jiving, bebopping
             footwork, movement
                        dance

Our September in the Rain

       Strolling softly, in September rains,
       beneath a bright, plaid umbrella.
       A tender couple strolled in joyous love,
       he indeed, her dear, sensuous ‘fella.
       Listen now, to the tender raindrops, 
       singing such sweet notes, a cappella!


                         9/27/2024

  {Defintion of a capella.To sing without words}


      Poem form: Tercet. A group of three          
      lines of verse, that rhyme  together.   
      It is also known as, “Terza Rima.”
      Used in the Italian Sonnet, a classical form.

Raindrops

Sunny days of amber 
Start daylight summer.
Skyline clear, veils of clouds' scatter.
Sunshine silhouettes placid and plenty
Sustain vivid space for dreaming beauty.  
Sparrow sisters spirit chirp, 
Scene engaging melody urp.
Semi-aquatic bullfrogs sing a cappella 
Sight of festy aerial dragonfly’s gala.
Serendipity cast most timely,
Spontaneous lavish rain sublimely. 
Smell of rain swaddles Nature finely.
Scintillating wet spatter collaborative.  
Sun shines through raindrops weave, 
Seamless hues, stretch of favorite colors mark,
Symbolic eternal life rainbow arc. 

6/19/2024

Pitch Pipe Overture

Sing for me and make it a cappella,
an album of musical afternoons;
By the light of the old candelabra
with a pitch pipe harness exotic tunes;

Your voice a passport to a far off land
no need for any accompaniment;
Colorful suitcase let me hold your hand 
I’m smitten by the vocal enchantment;

That accent so deliciously foreign 
I want to lick it clean off of your lips;
When can we go to the airport again?
I revel in all of our first class trips;

The moment the last song is in the air
I’ve begun planning our next overture.

Lakeside, the Music Plays On

The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics.
The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks
of a skein of geese 
conduct a loosely scored morning air.

Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, 
a wind section throats through its hollow notes,

and then there is you.

you who hesitantly strum 
within each lip-breathing earshot

nevertheless

your strings are tuned high
to the vibrating moment.

All this ‘a cappella’ is inside you now
like a chick cracking though its own eggshell.

You look around your shoulders
searching for the composer
see nothing, only a naught that imagines
paused fingertips above a keyboard.

Will you sing now or depart unfinished?

The ensemble of the assembled
has left.
You can try again
when your inner metronome
is less bolted to its mechanical tongue,

but for a time
harmony nest elsewhere.

Global Outreach

Getting connected through rhymes;
Lifted by our collective energy 
our outreach exponentially increases;
Beautiful belted voices 
a cappella synergy 
letting the distance fall
out of the shadows together as one;
Under a pen name making a statement
to the readers;
Rondines, couplets,or senyrus 
every letter moves as our souls align;
Alphabet magic 
connects us with it’s universal language
helping build bridges around the world.

Umbrella

Under the umbrella   
       rainbows glean my love    
           I dance with raindrops.  
                                            Quote by _Poet

Rainy day, great feeling with my fella
Heavenly rainbow dance upon my heart
Always blooming beneath my umbrella
Rainy day, great feeling with my fella
Romantic sound singing a cappella
Pave moment, a love trail never apart
Rainy day, great feeling with my fella
Heavenly rainbow dance upon my heart

11/3/2022


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Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

I keep a notebook on the nightstand,
pencil at hand – life-rafts for thoughts.
A flock of dream-crows take off all at once,
the clatter of their wings
a whole symphony played in just one moment.

Grandmother would speak in her Highland tongue;
sounds lyrical and melodic. As a child
I just listened not deciphering or even thinking,
absorbing only the sounds of her rhythmic brogue,
her Celtic chimes.

Mozart leaps up from a nocturnal reverie
stumbles around lighting candles,
lays his sleepy forehead on a keyboard
endeavors to recall a certain harmonic
overheard as the trills of Pipistrelle bats.

When my head swings from the pillow
I cannot find the pencil.
Mind mutely watches a cappella words
wander away from their musical roots,
silence falls out of nowhere into nowhere.

Playing the Harp

From strings miserably out-of-tune,
voices compose music, sung a cappella.
Writers join them prepared to oppose injustice
yet harping over the kinks in government.

September 1, 2021

'baby T'

God had blessed baby tyrannosaurus
Much more than allo or stegosaurus
   Baby T played piano
   She even sang soprano ~
Formed the sweetest a cappella chorus

FRIEND OF MINE

Artie Mac was a hero of mine
Singing songs most all of the time 
He would never just say Hello
He'd hit you with a greeting from some Broadway show 
Man he could sing everything 
That voice divine... he was a friend of mine...
 
Saw him down town sing a cappella 
Send In The Clowns in some downtown cellar 
The Ayresome Angel from his distant youth 
Nailing those notes with a resolute truth 
A Holgate man, no fancy Dan 
That voice so fine... he was a friend of mine...

One night he's on the stage with J.T. 
I looked away but I knew he'd seen me 
Get up Lou he shouts, let's do Out Of Time 
You and me we do that real fine 
Artie and me, rock harmony 
Line for line ... he was a friend of mine...

Dying to Live, note after note 
I hear this song, lump in my throat 
Gone far too young this magical guy 
Drink in my hand, tears in my eye 
Thanks for them all, duos recalled
Time after time... he was a friend of mine...

Tribute to Artie McDermott who was a great guy, Boro fan and the best singer I ever shared a stage with.
And there has been quite a few.

Footle Fest 1

Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font.  A footle fest!

Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her

Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar

Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email

Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source

Borgana Interior
Driver
Dry fur

RN A Cappella
Nursing
Nurse sing

Comic Vowel
Funny
Fun "E"

Blarney Stone
Irish
I wish

Out of Time
Stopwatch
Stopped watch

Head to Toe
Dress you
Dress shoe

Canyon Carnival
Engorge
In gorge

Castle Restoration
Remote
Re-moat

Insomnia
Coffee
Cough fee

Beautiful
Sorry
Sari





2/8/2020

Poetry form: Footle -Just a reminder, a footle is a 2 line, 2 syllable trochaiac monometer poem with an integral title suitable for light, witty, pertinent, topical verse.  To make it more fun, I also try to have the second line have a similar sound as the first line.

So there! Now you know.

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