He happy buty he mad too! I told him i'd be faithful.
He don't want me out their with ya'll cause most time ya'll act like ya'll don't
like him. He said "that ole fool be rubbinbg Vick all over
your body so ya;'ll can sing better."
Then what? I know he wanna get somethang up wiff you so
he can brag about having the band, the Broad and the whole show!"
I say, Honey I'm loving you: why you aint loving me?"
He say" Aint loving: it's about you stepping out on me!"
Not wanting me their with you.
Rubbing vick all over your body so you can sing better. I know how you get after
you perform, I know how you is!"'Bouché and cuivré with a band?? That don't even sound right."
Say he gave ya'll a check, I bet you ya'll paying him to do these road shows."
It aint like that honey, you mad I said, but I'm going to go out theiir and do my thing."
Wish me luck, and then I came here!"
You got the vick we need to do some rehersting. It's in the bag.
Ya'll know Frustantien
Yeah aint he the one
who wife left him
while he was getting
a root canel.
I heard she took to the doctor
dropped off
and while he was there had the
moving company come
and pack up
and took her stuff to
a new place
and aint tell him nothing.
Nah, I heard he got emplants
and she said
she didn't like him smiling
up in woman faces first
cause he stopped doing that
while he was snagger-toothed
but the thought of
going thought that again,
she just couldn't do it.
He told me she became a birdliked creature
and flew him
to a polluted lake
where he turn to stone
and she flew him back and dropped
him to earth
where he shattered to stone.
Well anyway, I heard that he and
his wife were getting back together
she moved back in a coouple days ago.
They some nasty people, bet she
been out there doing God knows what
with any ole body:
We know he is!
(Laughing they changed the subject to something else)
Tristanism and Isoldetation
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Written By:Piegato Al Suo Volere
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Sculped by the happens I stood frozen
a statue on a pedestal
to which occurrences the creator speaks
each asseveration a new script to follow
Often he'd cite others looking at her
or some smiling and gaining her attention
he di it so often until I just
started cheating on him she told a friend.
to which had been found untrue.
She had meet him while
having a relationship a half hearted relationship
another guy she said it seems we meet those
who love us most within days of each.
One relationship faded and another sprung up
insurmountable trust issues open doors to
new loves she said.
Oh than are we loved
might the nights keep
us lonely
only to find love and
be disappointed
an ode to understanding
that I might determine
my unavoidible fortune
String of Evening: Bassoons Night
percussive rhythmictation
all is right
i forgot what i said,
but it’ll be stuck in my head
till the stage drops it’s curtains
and the ensemble starts to cease
where it all turns quiet,
the violins may now rest in peace
but it’s okay,
cause i’ve got something better,
better than a musical play,
or the songs we made,
a place i can stay to think of the old days
where i played clair de lune and smelt the bouquets, of flowers they left me when you started to decay
and i know i’m caught in the past
but maybe one day i’ll move on at last
i was only 10 on that day, when you turned into a memory and drifted farther away
and i think to myself, how could it possibly end up this way?
i watched your eyes turn bleak
i could not believe what i had seen
they rushed to come find you,
you were laying near the kitchen sink
i hoped and i prayed,
that it would all turn out okay
but the next time i saw you,
your skin turned an earl grey
once this is finally over,
it’ll probably be a ways;
but i’ll play your favorite piece
just like the old days
I don't want to fight
My voice is not being heard
I should disappear
The Mallard Mimic
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!
The gurgling brook starts to babble near here,
It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song,
With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear,
As it splashes, splutters, dancing along.
It kisses, caresses the bed of stream,
The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace,
Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream,
Each glug, slurp and slosh is rhythmic in grace.
But wind and rain cause torrent gushes loud,
That boom, bang, as waves crash against the shore,
The river churns into a enraged shroud,
That roars, screams, fizzes and hisses once more.
The torrent and tranquil, each play their parts
In the sound ensemble, the steam imparts.
Like an unannounced gust of wind across the prairie,
They sometime are born in a late-night dream.
Often in bits and pieces, they form a scene.
They occasionally are fashioned and formed
with ease, and at other times, they seem to
have a mind of their own, leading me down a
path I've never been. With them, I learn to
flow and grow, becoming a little more creative.
There are times when they are beautiful and charming;
and at other times, they are sad, puzzling, alarming.
They take me backwards and forward; up and down. But they
never leave me stranded, alone, or without some form of
assistance. They will occasionally leave a puzzle, and insist
that I orchestrate the bits and pieces into an ensemble of poetry.
I then inhale the fresh winds of poetic life and
exhale anything that would hinder the river flow.
Yielding to the inspirational power of poetic presence,
I begin to write and excel with very little effort.
090822PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.
Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers,
A summer night of music, and frog and cricket repertoires,
Such days will be remembered, in hued autumn's memoirs.
trickest with deceit
ye wicked vile woman
seperating the facts into
a fiction
their they speak what they wishest
thee to beleive
evil and uncaring
interprito.....
ha ingannato gli
uomini con la
suduzione parlando
della mancanza di
preoccupaza di
marti per il suo
benessere e
I suolanimali
written by
Huacaya Shur Sennheiser
Vinalia Colony Ceres
2199
Days later a rockslide triggered a tsunami on
the inland lake!
Her
alto
foundation
adds richness to
soprano's ringing
melody with soaring
obbligato overtones,
while diva gets rousing applause
supportive alto smiles demurely
knowing it takes ensemble of voices.
-OR-
Her
alto
foundation
adds richness to
soprano's ringing
melody with soaring
obbligato overtones,
while diva gets rousing applause
supportive alto smiles demurely
knowing it takes ensemble of voices.
written February 14, 2022
In the delightful dancing
turns the gentleman in wiggles
making the lady slides
at the ball
magnificent
pas de deux!
ensemble !
not every poem
contains poetry truly
just words ensemble
Pine needles ape ice cycles
glowing in the misty rain;
the cold air periodically
sneezes a chilling wind.
What little snow that remains,
clings to the hillsides—except
where little flowing trails of water
mark pathways to the waiting river.
Passing the snow-covered cemetery,
plastic flora gives colorful applause
to this beautiful, misty winter ensemble
missed by those peacefully resting there,
and by those nature has chosen to hibernate.
What a glorious moment in time: travelling free
from harm…travelling free from causing harm.
Encore!
Hear the ensemble
Of croaks, chirps, quacks and buzzings
Encore! Encore! Please!
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