Legato she knows me
To which both the sky
and earth shall make
The day beautiful for
her arrival.
Remembering to put
Garlic oil in the repellent
And to add garlic to the
Cheesy spread.
A perfection is what they
we're aiming for.
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Contest: Connect the dots
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 31.01.2026
Lethargic languorous leanings ~
Lilting life, like legato,
Abrupt arpeggios alarm
an agitant afternoon,
Bleary brain breathing ballad beats,
Belting burnt out broken blues.
ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
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una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Aggiunta di cipolla
Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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Dolce
By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia
Infatuation is blind to problems
wishful thinking and careful
considerations
True love requires and fosters
a sense of security
and a feeling of trust
the blind sense of security
Legato
By:Ritmos Románticos
A style
cantabile and sooth flowing
it echo's even when the song is over
it moves your emotions
and causes you to think
it can create sessions of conversations
where many people move toward
looking forward to certain things
love enhances a romantic feel
the right sound and situation
a genre rich
crossovering perfection
rehersted, restyled
and of pitch and perfection
that close to perfect directing
guiding and leading the way
Book By Instrumentio King
written by: Bottle O Courage
arranged by Love
For Love
and In Love
all rights used with permission
of
Revenge Type Lovers
Manseeks-Womanseeks
Ya'll Beat-Knought!
performs "Catchy Tunes"
with Groovey Sounds
from Ryhmn and Lyrics Inc.
On wayward ivy
calyx in woodlands
a spruce-blue butterfly
sparkling rustles
of
sweet wind chant
swings in the ethereal morning light
legato lilts silken waves
in
sequined ambrosia shades
crimson undertones
on
oyster weaves
moonstone
&
damask
mist hummed melodies
a list of nostalgic queries
collude to bind
metamorphosis of spirit
and
personality
through social awareness
referred
to self and to you
harbinger
of
love and light
sparkling
through tonight's sky
Written: December 21, 2021
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
No 55 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I've heard him sing: The Mulatto:
By fat hotter than Roberto
Like Pepper is to Pimento;
Lost to him, too, one Alberto:
The boy friend of Fine Talatu...
Alto in all shows he goes to,
Even when beats are Staccato
Or long remains The Legato...
Yes, A very Good Contralto,
Overly fond if Sweet Potato
He would eat with Mashed Tomato...
Harsh words for Irish Potato;
Yet harsh Teeth of Alligator:
In anger bites in their ghetto!
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!
SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN
I. I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm
on the windows, the roof, and the pool.
I imagine the circles they make on the water.
expanding in echoes only angels can hear.
II. We drive through the valley’s empty green pastures,
to the old country church in Academy.
The raindrops run down the windshield
like notes connecting in smooth legato phrases
made by a piano’s pedal.
III. A fire crackles in the church’s ancient woodstove,
joining the outside rain in an animated duet.
Lead by the antique pump organ,
we stand to sing, becoming part
of their Christmas carol.
Published in Song of the San Joaquin, Winter 2018
summer symphony serenade song
cricket concertos
cicadas in choruses~
summer serenades
bullfrogs beat bass lines
barn owls hoot bluesy ballads ~
bars of broken chords
lightning bugs light up
legato lines of lyrics ~
lento lullabies
fireflies flit fuoco
in festivals of folksongs ~
firelight fantasies
katydids croon classics
contemporary chirping
summer symphonies
Your face
is a love song
of exquisite and matchless appeal
Your eyes
a duet of violin and cello
sonorous, deep
Your hair
an orchestra of euphonious instruments
playing in cohesive harmony
Your smile
a fantasia
of unearthly delight
Your teeth
a legato line of 32nd notes
in a concerto played to perfection
Your hands
a conductor’s baton
emoting wordlessly
Your voice
a rhapsody
of supernal joy
Your heart
a sumptuous lyric
a poetic paragon
Your soul
a sacred oratorio
set apart and holy
You are a sinuous melody
I can’t get out of my head
…nor will I ever wish to
Written 1 Mar 2020
a sweet legato melody fragment
pithy and memorable violin
giving way to pounding heart
atavistic relationships of
attendant focused forces
i do not love you except *
because i love you
sweet battles of the long war of love
articulate measures of lust
superseding the insidious invasions
fleeting moments of sorrow
i go from loving to not loving you
motivic relationships minor versus
major..thorns of the last war
my love moves from cold
to engulfing infernos
[from my epic long poem 2222 line . fifth symphony}
I unlatched the window facing the Ivy frontage
The two trellis shutters went to play with the lights
The crimson waves of your full barrage
Inviting me to the velvet hilly heights
Brenda Chiri looked from the far west
Relaxed in her white tuberose fragrance
'No one can do romance like you', she stressed
With delight the two teacups closed their distance
I looked at the light playing on her angelic photo
In the left hand upper corner of the compliment
The morning sea in the violin and viola in legato
The pink hilltops laugh with green agreement
I turned my neck at the sunrise window
When she came and stood there, I didn't know
February 4, 2018
On Tour
To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping merrily from a bluff
Like a babe in earth's womb, I am reborn.
Like a dart thrown on a map, may it land in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco
Among the snow-capped peaks, I'd breathe the air of eagles, frozen in awe
Wind whistling with legato, birds beneath quietly chirping their song in pizzicato
I would like nothing more than to remain here in this place, a place to withdraw.
Before I bounced from this terrestrial ball I'd have to party in Spain
One last hurrah flying first class to Ibiza
One last adrenaline rush, amped with red bull, taunting bulls with eyes bloodstained
One last expression from this American, perhaps a spending spree with a visa.
When the night has come and I should travel no more
Take me back home and bury me in earth's floor
16th March 2017 -Where I Want to Go contest entry
as the tide calmly came
and the winds sang
he played
six strings
ardently
his fingers stroked each note
touching her innermost
leaving a glow wherever it flowed
her soul's anecdote
is what he told
legato
slow
so she would know
he wanted to take his time
to find nuances of her mind
hidden in intricate designs
that twirled and twined
brightly
igniting the mind of his eye
inviting him to come inside
and she sighed
because he played like he knew her
and she felt like she was newer
and that's what drew her
so she drew him
into her
and she drew him
in purer
strokes of color
his hues
she painted the grays and blues
in rhythm, in tune
to the resonance that brewed
in his soul into
every fiber of his being
was being viewed
as though he was nude
..she saw him too
and he cried
so as one they painted and played
as though it was love that they made
heated exchange
souls engaged
singing the same refrain
giving off identical rays
warming
soothing like beautiful rain
and both became
changed
in waves
and in they fell...
soul deep
Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:
A B C D E F G
(1 e & a) (1 2 3)
Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,
Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,
Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8, and 2/2,
Measure, scale, and arpeggio,
Chord, seventh, and legato,
Major, minor, and decrescendo,
Crescendo, seventh, and ritardando,
Staff, spaces, lines, and strings,
Sixteenth, in-tune, and fingering,
Woodwind, brass, position, and trill,
Treble, bass, mellow, and shrill,
Percussion, composer, style, and key,
Quickly, lively, somber, and freely,
Triplet, tone, tied, and up-beat,
Pick-up, slur, eight, and down-beat.
You may hear music here and there,
But I hear music everywhere.
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