Drizzle and frizzled hair crinkles,
such sounds demand a symphony;
Clammy cold showered with sprinkles
there’s a vibe that says ‘Be easy.’
Stock up the wood burning fire place,
it’s raining I’ll send you a song;
Smoke creates a treble clef trace,
that rhythm will help you along.
Epochal courses a tamed countryside,
Spectacle sparkles glowing trees and boughs,
Pedestal weights and measures counter slide,
Sensible enshrine flexible reigned bows.
A sentinel taps chords and ivories,
The typical lose blues and notes the muse,
The miracle resonates mute carries,
A mythical being awaits its dues.
As Bach spirited his classical piece,
Some brought heart and soul, yet their ears came first,
Has God Heaven sent his blesseth song sheets,
Glass box reveals harmonic sharp verses.
Gentle-deft barters simply and ables,
Treble Clef and all the rest, well arranged,
Level weft swaps light, keyboard, and pedals,
Special, left Bach's masterful skills remained,
You should be happy
that you found
someone else
it's not just the way
you carry yourself
you get smitten with love ah-new
you should hear
the things
those folk say about you
Keep it fresh
take care of yourself
stop looking around for
someone else
aint no thing like
what you do
the best overall
when it's you
Got yourself jammed up
with some broad
who gaming on
someone else
you just happy
cause you aint by yourself
La Frenchie Horner and
Clef Clarinet
a positive attitude
keeps the roll rolling
believe in love
Love with one who cares
something right
to keep ya'll straight
that to get that lover to
be more than a date
the company you keep
the things you say
communication
is the only way
within a relationship
everything starts to end
the two involved
steadfast together again
time apart
cherish the time together
everything matters
everything keeps folks together
respect to be respected
love to be loved
that what we talking about
that all we're thinking of
Amassed in tiny
droplets formed
on a windowsill
like virgin tears
of perfection...
the night-bird's
rendition of summer
rain behind the backdrop
of a trumpeter's smooth
grooves melting beneath
the warmth of
the enveloping sun.
That was when she
drifted in, unassuming
under a breeze
of melodic waves
like corners turn,
sharp and definitive
as a baby clef on
the musician's highest
notes shouting
I Wanna Take You HIGHER...
perfectly stained
on a sheet
tentatively titled
the Color of Eve.
Poised upon feathers
of song subdued
in blues she consumes
the world around her,
spiraling between
mellifluous rhythms
that sway her mind
where her body
dares not go...
there, soulful nectar
drips from her
brow as the sun
momentarily rests before
draping her in
a palette of warm
sensations under dusk's
lyrical awakening.
Her eyelids close
as she arches
back to feel
the cool sound
around her, becoming
conjoined within
it's many moods
of blues and hues
a denizen of
the moment embraced...
emitting a scent
so sweet
that by dawn
she leaves behind
a confectionery trail
of perfect notes.
Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996)
In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night?
The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef
Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar
A tsunami of discord,
blew out the flame of a good old fashioned
And lipstick-stained stubbed ends forgot bruised anguish
A minor digress
Untainted melodies,
swung from a silhouette commissioned from a Nova
Calling humanity to bath in the melody of birdsong
Quenching dried remnants of bourbon with a perfect pitch
Of rare cut diamond chords and rip
Each instrument paused before the bar
As the voice tootled a trumpet sound
The lady knew how to blow that horn
Yet, no brass brushed against her lips
Then, silence waited in awe for the coveted scat
From the sui generis range of a regal gemstone
Where the constellations hold the original cut
With lulled echoes flowing to hit ‘rewind’
You are a masterpiece created to inspire
& despite dire times
have continued to create music to our ears
You are a collection of years of notes composed
creating a symphony that is you in code
We need your quotes like we need air to breathe
& you are as needed in this world as the lungs
that give us breath for without you
we cannot sing
You are the G clef that leads us in the right
direction & we are 3 times stronger
with you than without
You are treble the melody & it's your voice
that lifts us higher than clouds
in the sky
We can never shy away from your greatness
for it is you that gives us life through
your everlasting song
It's hard to vocalize just how important you are
in my eyes & our lives but I continue
to give praise to the most high
We all shall sing your song throughout the
whole of our days as we are
forever in concert with you
until our demise
You are the epitome of timelessness
so, we shall dance with you
into eternity & beyond
long after the world has shed its tears
& died
Make all essential moments count,
be the essential part of the living:
this is the promise you must make to yourself!
all generosity starts to crumble if we stop giving...
can music indicate notes without a clef,
or can an unwise guy be smart?
People will trap us into their snare,
it doesn't have to be a stranger,
it's someone we know well and trust;
keep privacy to yourself, sit back into your chair
and sort out the ones underserving of friendship,
of the sacred ideals you adhere to with a firm grip:
learn how to read faces and the untruths they declare!
Make all essential moments count,
it's an event in your calendar;
remember who lent you a hand,
praise who didn't make a demand,
imposing a will that changed your intent...
what an adverse way to provoke anger!
One less friend won't spoil anything,
if he turned out to be a fiend infuriated with envy:
how green was his face showing a contrived feeling?
Shun the evil one bloating with vanity!
Whacky? Perhaps but extremely powerful too.
He’s a guinea pig wizard from north Kalamazoo.
We have seen him turn the windows both pink and blue.
He has commanded a crow to fly in from the flue.
We call him Mr. Tibblets Tanglewood Tony Treble Clef Two.
He likes the whole name, he says we simply cannot overdue.
His power and might terrifies my brother and sister too.
He is heading this way, so I suggest you be your best you.
Learning to play piano again
I feel like a toddler learning how to walk
My fingers fumble and like a sin
A wrong note yells at the air
The note hangs choking melodies
My brain aspires to create
Oh how I miss my youthful fingertips
That were nimble flexible and accurate
Now nerve damage curves my abilities
And gasp I must ignore reading music
And adore grasping sound with ear
I am frustrated but of good cheer
For if a famed musician can not see
Yet plays beautifully I must not be weak
If a musician who becomes deaf
Still has the skill to work treble clef
I too must persevere and do well
Ancestors demand this of me
Whacky? Perhaps but extremely powerful too.
He’s a guinea pig wizard from north Kalamazoo.
We have seen him turn the windows both pink and blue.
He has commanded a crow to fly in from the flue.
We call him Mr. Tibblets Tanglewood Tony Treble Clef Two.
He likes the whole name, he says we simply cannot overdue.
His power and might terrifies my brother and sister too.
He is heading this way, so I suggest you be your best you.
It had yet to enter Mister Jeff’s head
That I know him like the back of my hands:
Never would ask him bread let alone bed,
News of this sure to make it to distant lands…
The choice of a dog alive or lion dead,
A slow building with bricks or the fast with sands;
An offer of dying after being The Head
Or remaining alive just a helping hand,
A tranquil life in a lack-luster homestead,
Or a stormy one in a villa quite grand,
Smoldering with rage for Virgin one did wed…
Or shining with a whore who’d released her hand
It has just struck me I might, again, meet Jeff:
“God! Not in a hotel where Jeff is a chef:
Still I’d know his dish, if he changed Jeff to Clef,
A face surgery that says Clef, not Jeff.
My tears fall down to my shoes
I'm completely wrapped in the blues
I miss my love for she has left
Does my sorrow begin at the clef
I carry the notes around with me
They are there for only I to see
'cause my heart aches from pain inside
every day I just want to cry
Maybe one day I'll meet another
But for now my troubles smother
Monday, May 15, 2023
Couplet Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
His name is Cap red white and blue
He took the Super Soldier Serum for me and you
He was four feet tall and 98 pounds
Now when he walks, heros abound
The hulk to his right and Ironman to his left
And to the center is himself with his clef
Don't mess with Captain America, the best is yet to come!
Lo, ty mirthels cascahl ahvan soundrus
Tinkling, drancig, veyless othel clef en blish
Glimmish mare de propotel te groundus
Toosh da ligty mith ah gentish kish
Pretending the roman’a clef is fake
We portrayed bits of truth in every take
Director and author got into spiff
Author threw up his hands and said “what if”?
Protagonist was not camouflaged well
We knew him for sure. A child could tell.
Leading lady actress refused to speak
To our leading man, a little pipsqueak.
Tempers on set were climbing and popping
Angry voices with no signs of stopping
This roman a’ clef is fake, someone cried.
This is not the truth. The author has lied.
Protagonist outed by all who know
By everyone there and now also you
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