5-9-25
recorded from the achives of the
Large Hadrone Collider
Acheivement:
Lead was tranformed into Gold.
The exact moment wasn't specified.
But the acheivement through temperary
was acheived
in the 27 mile under grouhnd facilty
under France..........
.La tension entre prostituées est un processus
qui crée des tensions entre prostituées ou prostituées.
Pour diviser leurs intérêts, peut-être se sépareront-elles.
Target Audeince.. is 21 and over
it's a roughly english speaking audeince
that find certain items in this genre fasinating.
a'Tha 'immanence' direc experience of the being or
force responsible for the creation and
maintenance of the universe
lailara harmony
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I might sing Concerto
to a well rehersted sound
I must sing Concerto
I must sing Concerto
A song
a Song
a beautiful song
the sound so sweet and clear
the words a lyricail bliss
endearing to those
far and near
a song
a song
a wonderful song
sung for
the world to hear
I must sing Concerto
for the world to hear!
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Left slack at the edge of the violin,
an afterthought of gut and wire,
waiting for the bow that never descends.
Every note passes overhead
like birds stitching the sky.
The hollow body drinks their chorus,
yet no song grows inside this wood.
Ears open in the varnish,
dark mouths swallowing everything unfinished—
a concerto of failures,
a catalogue of unsung hours.
Different, always different,
not melody but margin,
not hand but handle.
Still the silence hums,
a taut ghost trembling
whenever others are touched.
What music it might have been
clings like rosin to the air,
faint, impossible,
vanishing before it begins.
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Chug Cramproll made his heelstand in Buffalou so the story goes.
He sprinkledd sand on a surface
and made percussion sounds to the amazment of an audeince.
The song "Mumbled" was used as his entrance theme.
It's beleived it was remixed to the standards
of Modern sounds to have
a edgey Urban feel. " Jive Talking" Cat Vamp was said to be his manager.
"Scatt " and Bebop accompanied them to the ring. Off the wire these sounds like
"oh-be Doo-Bee" with some "ahh-you ahh's"
the debutting sounds of reasons.
So Right" and Yubbia Yubbah"
modern talking swing grooves.
When asked about that debut he said
" I'm a fool to want you: you know
that's life: thats the way it's gotta be!"
Where's that Crooner man; WWhere's that Crooner?"
Zu Du-dum: ooh we!
ahh wee ah!
OOh-wee!
Tanka Triptych Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: John Andersen
( 1st Place )
Written: August 26, 2025
the waiting
beside the old chair
my guitar waits in stillness
strings asleep in dust
the moment my fingers reach
the silence bends into sound
the voice
a low trembling voice
rises from its wooden chest
shaping all my hours
midnight sorrow braided through
with the thread of restless hope
the afterglow
when the song drifts off
its breath remains inside me
soft as ember-glow
guiding me to start again
with a heart that learns to heal
I'm a wild nomadic rocker
stratocaster guitar is my one true friend
~ trailblazing through this lifelong journey
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Two Seven Four Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Charles Messina
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 23, 2025
strings hum
fingers drum
notes soar
echo roar
heart beats
soul meets
night sings
wood sings
tone rings
air bends
sound sends
fire glows
warm flows
life swings
chords leap
dreams seep
eyes close
spirit knows
hands play
tunes stay
time drifts
music flies
stars rise
strings dance
hearts glance
joy swells
song tells
world wakes
heart-strings hum-ming, beat-ing,
songs rise-ing, soar-ing.
Dancologist needed here
fix these up
From the Desk of D.B. Alcuna
frowarded to the Dance Department
Groove Center
Slide in your slide
catch the groove and Grind
let the music play
aint no nevermind
watch the dancer groove
smeeze: bust a move
bouncing all around
shimmy ya'll gone doo
I know you like the song
I see you boop and Prance
all i wanna know;is can I watch you jam
Dance: Dance;Dance
Woah Renegade
twirl move that you made
gyrate;oh go behave
let me see you Dance
let me see you Dance
I see can Groove
I seen you drop a move
I like it when that song
make that Phat thang move
Dance
dance
dance
gone and Dance
ya'll wanna
Dance:
Dance:
Dance
Gone and Dance
Samba,
Salsa,
Flamenco,
or groovin slow
when the song is over
holla back for more
I wanna see you Dance
I wanna watch that Phat Thang Move
watch drop it down
moving to the groove
dance
dance
dance
gone and dance
Swagg Prance
Groove and Bounce
shake your groovey Thang
shake it all about
Dance:
Dance;
Dance
Go on and dance
If I had a guitar and I knew how to play
I’d be on tour, playing music all loud and gay
I would have a fan base that would be yelling my name
None of my fine renditions would be the same
I would seriously pluck those strings in the fanciest way
if I had a guitar and I knew how to play
I wake—
each dawn
a slender promise
shoulders gilded,
by hesitant sun.
The world, wide as longing
real as the air I breathe—
crests of mountains waiting
horizons keeping their counsel.
My heart, uncertain…. ventures
like a melodic wind carried on—
searching for a sign
where wonder grows wild within.
Between the strums of my old guitar
and laughter in morning dew
I surrender:
each note of yesteryear
kindles today’s quiet lesson
A single osprey rises—
a brushstroke across blue morning
its wings folding around me.
The summit is not a distant peak—
but something brightening inside
Love lays a quiet hand
on places still becoming
healing as patient
as a meadow’s slow green showing
Each blade a testimony
to what endures.
From deep inside me,
between the first prayer
and the stillness after waking,
I find myself turning—
in the rhythm of becoming
the quiet rhyme
of being.
So I walk—
with songs for company
promises for courage
letting the day reveal its poem
one grateful step
where hunger and holiness
are the same ground.
JANUARY 2024
Hello, person.
My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue
And chirps a melody of solitude
While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze.
Hello to you--
If you want to hear my thoughts.
My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye,
Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin,
Who holds the wisps of frail roots in their hair,
Lashes swooping down like evergreen branches.
Hello, person
Who goes with the tide
And lets the moon take them whichever which way
When the blaze does rest and can't guide you any longer.
Hello, person
Who gets washed ashore.
Who loses themself.
Hello, to you--
If you'd like to stay a while.
No money he had, just guitar on his back
he took to the roads as the evening turned black
he said no goodbyes to all that he knew
and never looked back to his love that was true
his path followed rivers and fern covered hills
and his eyes looked ahead over fields and mills
he'll take his guitar and let songs pay his way
and he'll look for his fortune what ever they say
so he went through the valley and a town he did stay
and sang for his supper for many a day
but he could not forget of his love left behind
and how true that she was and so loving and kind
so back to the path climbed the fern covered hills
to see if his love would be waiting there still
and when he returned it was not as expected
she'd found a new love, and now felt rejected
so with no money he had, took guitar on his back
and took to the roads but his confidence lacked
no one goodbyes and nothing left that he owned
but kept looking back to his love , to the love, she once shown.
His fingers flew like hummingbirds
across his old guitar
as he played his wordless melody
in the shadows of the bar.
Suddenly the crowd was still
as every ear tuned in
to hear the song without the words
that sang itself to him.
But someone in the shadows listened
deep within her heart
and heard each silent word
his strings intended to impart.
Then, when the lights came up again
he hushed his old guitar,
and as her misty eyes met his,
he embraced her from afar.
As the ethereal guitar mesmerises
My soul responds
As if I dipped into a melodic bath
Of perfectly curated
Lovingly tempered
Heart massaging
Candle flickering
Water
A fragrant tune invades
My nostrils
Flaring as the warm
Moistened air tumbles by
The world merges into
Perfection
Harmony
Stirring
The resonance
Of childhood memory
Percolating through the mist
As sliding strings
Caress my ears
My mind drifting
Towards that past
Safer place
Yet this mesmerising medication
This tuneful tumult quelling
Perfect prescription
Is deeply welcome
Somewhere in my gut
My true being
Soothed as we surrender
To this soulful sabbath
May you never grow old
At the joyful table
Where your soul dines
Hear the whispers
Of the small pleasures
Taste the fermented flavours
Of the ordinary delights
Using all your available senses
When the music plays
To transport you
Run to catch the moment
Soak in the vapour
Embibe the elixir
Breathe it all in deeply
Holding in gratitude
Each heavenly moment
Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely.
The system may just overload.
A lead foot going down the road.
Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely.
That sound broke apart inside me,
hearing the guitar my pulse slowed.
Woahhh.. rock and roll.
Man that vibrates, this is heavy.
Music defined by that zip code,
with every lyric those roots showed.
It can take you back easily,
woahhh.. rock and roll.
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