Libretto Poems

Costa Del Essex?

Their ma & pa were Eastenders 

Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz

Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel

Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz


Dimwits just going on benders

Bawdy tawdry mockney skits

Gits getting off their t*ts

Twits showing off their bits

Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout

All about the clout of gaudy glitz


Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags

Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto

Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags

Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto


Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags

Nags of WAGS made up to the nines

Brag after cocaine lines did blag

One snag..look like a dag in drag


All from the fashion label stable

No restraint.. cannot refrain

Grandstand the brands fable 

Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa

With a Pierre Cardin Jardin

Taint just like they do in Spain


Sex..success…the way you dress

Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz

Gilded specs and builded pecs


Greed and that need to impress

Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell 

That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX

Moments in Love

Not the Woman I thought You Were
(both Sides)
You shouldn't really Love me This much
Oh to be with you
Sizzling Summer
Your Slutty Friends
Big Meaty and Suppertime
)*****instrumental******(
Twinkle Dink featuring Gypsy Grin and Shoey Sunshine
Verdti Morre' De Canzone (Malo-Femalo answer)
featuring the Swedish Orchestra of Love
Sounds by Bassy Griffkaulsumm
Reprizzo De Cantrix(Ode to Love)
Modern Day Lover and Trif Gamey remix
the Spectacle/Finale
Dingo Groove Orchestra 
Dendritic and Yonidisk
vocal show


"Iktsuarpok"
aria, a solo song;
 recitative, 
speech-like singing;
 ensemble,
 multiple singers;
 libretto, the text; 
and various vocal
 ranges (soprano,
 alto, tenor, bass). 

the riff is a thang of prettiness
sounds made to resemble voices.
We groove ya'll  move 
:see sum call
that dancing
Ooh Wee
ooh-Wee
Ya'll call that dancing!

From the Book Sounds of Music
The Phattosgophy Edition
Music by Suitor Sam
and Jamin on the Onez

The Hollow Stage

‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’  (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7)

(A Sonnet Inspired by Shakespeare)

The Hollow Stage 

We slip upon a stage unmade by hands,
as viewers' eyes, like spotlights, burn above.
Our script is scrawled in fusain, as per plans 
of carved agonies, most disguised as love.

Our opening verse in screams and gasps for breath,
then crawl through acts of mischief and of pride.
A longing laced libretto until death,
while swapping roles in masks we wear to hide.

The victim dies, the set with danger fraught,
the hero fails, the clown cries on the scene.
Elusive dreams are cheaply sold and bought.
Our exits come abrupt, precise and clean.

We play our parts yet know the truths engage,
that curtains fall and hollow is the stage.

Kokopelli:Libretto the red strings

14 eggs
2 1/2 tsp. of salt
2 1/2 tbsp. of vinegar
8 cloves of garlic
2 korean green peppers
1 redli
4 green peppers
1 1/2 tbsp of sesame seeds
1 cup of soy sauce
4 tablespoons of crown royal
1/2 cup of honey
2 tbsp. of sesame see oil
2 tsp of chopped ginger root

Hard boil eggs 20 minutes. Peel after ice bath.
Peel eggs in a bowl.
in a sauce pan add all ingredients except eggs.
bring to a simmer, remove from heat
in a tupperware bowl add marinade and eggs. cover and
let sit for one day.
10 cups of cooked ramen noodles
4 cups of shredded roasted pork or chicken
4 cups of shredded carrots sauteed in olive oil
4 cups of  sliced ake mushroom and
sliced button mushrooms (sauteed in olive oil)
1 cup of steamed green onion julienned (sauteed in
olive oil)

mix veggies
top noodles
sprinkle on pork or chicken ( or both)
add both egg and egg broth
serve warm!!

The Air Waltzes

The air waltzes with your echo,
it’s a rhythm play, pause, repeat;
I can’t make out the libretto,
the air waltzes with your echo;
A beat that pure instinct will know,
leaving you in the driver’s seat;
The air waltzes with your echo,
it’s a rhythm play, pause, repeat.

The Pathway

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one less traveled by and that has made 
                              all the difference. "
                                             Quote by - Robert Frost 



In autumn when wood is golden yellow
Summer season has taken leave of us
Fear not for nature sings pure libretto
Confounded by choice we are on the cusp.

Which trail to walk, where yellow wood seems dense?
Where no sunlight glimmers through autumn leaves
Soft darkness pervades creating suspense
This path seems ill-favoured I do believe.

Subtle, vague pathway barely visible
Where flickering sunlight uplifts spirit
Suddenly feeling quite invincible
Stronger and stronger minute by minute.

Autumnal yellow wood healed anxious mind
Miracle of nature soothing and kind.



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Foster Jenkins, Heiress and Indomitable Operatic Disaster

She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.

She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where  many angels must now plug their ears

Poetry Is

Poetry is the song unwritten;
the libretto, yet to hear its applause

blossoms before their budding,
petals wondering to unfold  

breezes anticipating, – wafts at
their fragrant ready, to lift and 
charmingly hold 

It is the thought, before the thinking

words before their form – a pulse 
of lyrical projection, sweet exhale 
moving us fondly along; 

man's soul inspired dearly, for God's hand
the contour of each endearing phrase – 

it is God's inflection highlighted
by the Poet's illustrious glaze....

If I Fell In Love With a Poet

 “If I fell in love with a poet” 
Inspired  by Silent One’s “When a Poet falls in Love”.

 *******

If I fell in love with a poet 
How wonderful life would be
To wake each morning to a poem
Would be euphoric for me.

There'd be joy and glory in living
The wonders of all I'd see
Hearing endearing sounds of nature's 
Charm of creativity.

Bird tweets would be enchantingly sweet
Music would bring me to tears
Every emotion stirred and shaken
Each time a poem appeared.

Poets cause ecstatic devotion 
Inciting the heart and mind
Pleasing to recipients senses
Going to one's head like wine.

I love all words written of romance
Shooting my heart like a dart
If I fell in love with a poet
He'd be holder of my heart.

My sweetheart could present his poems 
For the whole wide world to see
But I'd know the truth inside my heart
Every word was meant for me.

If I fell in love with a poet 
I'd be happy all life long
Inspiration of every sonnet
Libretto to every song.

My ideal man is a poet
No other would ever do
I once fell madly for a poet
But he fell for slinky Sue.

As Autumn's Breeze

OPENING scene, A brush of a chill signalled the start of this overture
each plant howling for attention through the hue of its leaves
warming, inviting, seducing us with this libretto


The change was AN infection OF the air
as the heat was slowly enveloped by Mother Earth
only to leave the deep, gradual smell of mossy-manure 
and the predictable

The applause of this Opera was fading in snow
as the chirp of these birds became chitter and peep
An Aria of the night that faded with the rising of the dawn, 
much to signal these skating changes

Ode to our protagonist, Jack Frost!
Who has conquered the beast yet coward under the settling freeze
To slay but now to sorrow was the tenor of this scene



FINALE, these Days crept-on in silent undertones,
the rivers preparing to hibernate

From the subtle flirting snowflakes, 
to the clear and chill of crystals
So too, the blizzard awaits
in eager JAWS, agape.

2016/08/26

Remembering Tagore the Bard

It is our bard's day
The eighth of May
Nay, actually
The world’s day for the second bard
For the subtle web of light and shade
Blades of grass for our mind’s eyes
The boundless sky of our psyche
Sort of haikus from the sparks
Of pains and pleasure
Of the everyday life
In amity and strife
That Rabindranath Tagore served
In a tremendous verve
Through his lyrics and libretto
Are  intense and touching  to any sensitive mind
The coloured bubbles made everlasting
The supple music enchanting
And all dappled in cultured sentiments
Of sorrows and merriment
Of rain and sun
Of tales done and undone
Of days begun and gone
Every nuance finding aesthetic expression
In rhythmic dance of words and phrases
From the blue water
To our dear ledges
To be enjoyed by all perceptive intellect
And in effect
Regardless of nation and culture
Loving freedom from bondage of habits and beliefs
Relief from boredom into what is handsome
With its sun-lit door
Always open towards the river
And from there
Leading you back to the shore
___________________________
  May 8, 2016, Kolkata

Outshined

Lord bless the nihility
of spirit and entity
'cause my mind is pallid
like a deaf actor
in a silent film
but I'm not craven
just frowned and mortal
antique in the name
of a poetic justice
hesitating no more
sleepwalking in time
one of the nervous eaters
I'm the oxygen moron
joining the armies
of heavenly damned
to luminize the libretto
at vanishing point
wounded and mesmeric
never mind the bollocks
whatever they say
I'll always complain

People of Darkness

They move in secret, cautiously,
	these people of only one way.
Trusting in the blinding dark suspiciously
	defiling the hopes and dreams of yesterday.
Detours they avoid abruptly
	retracing every step, too fearful of today.

People of darkness live secret and alone,
	what are they afraid of?
Trembling at discovery and being found and known
	they chose a path different than our own.
Whispering from displaced forgotten ghettos
	hiding truth in an unrecognized libretto.
Their fears are all they have.

They breathe quietly, as lost and angry old and young,
	devourers of life while on the run.
Speaking cryptic radical determined thoughts
	as in their minds, the world's battles are fought.
Agony,distorted faith, they claimed they’ve turned it on
	and when least expected, they are in hiding ,gone.
They are the lost and found in every town.

They plan and scheme in their restrictive silence
	not saying aloud but veil what they really mean
Resting only of necessity to remain alone and hidden
        as they cry and shout hypocrisy but spread inhumanity,
A condemnation for all eternity
	drifting on the seas of ideological emptiness and deeper lies.

Leading Violin

LEADING VIOLIN

The maiden's euphoric fugue
The arrogant stretched notes of the violin plague

Lightening and softening rough edges mark
Blues and browns duet with the sways 
of thick auburn hair and round voluptuous behind. . . 

What message she wants to rain?
What joy she wants to fire?
Or is it wrath she wants to spill?
Her libretto casts a paint of dullness around
yet, it resurrects her curves to swing...
Bareback moans a prudent chaste appeal

Vibrato runs along the brush of Sotskova

________________________________________
Inspired by: "LEADING VIOLIN" painting of Lena Sotskova

8:07pm, January 16,2015

Rainy Days

The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly 
Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts
As she lays distended, expectant and grey
Upon the craggy summits

Her breath billows above the bloated forests
Nurturing ominous notes as she sweeps through the trees
Like the phantom of the opera
Tuning her timbre, yet masking her desire

And now

Her contralto; it begins…

Her song breathes across the valley in rhythmical sheets
A symphonic auditorium of liquid splendour
Inciting a libretto of Lyre birds to concert in the mist

A monsoonal medley

Enticing insects to assemble in an ensemble
Their raucous chorus imploring the humid madness
Through a cacophonous chorale
Teasing the tempo from the maestro
As the crescendo climaxes to thunderous applause

Her encore; a sweeping army of waterfalls
Advance upon the sodden valley
Roaring to deafness over
Exploding banks and streams that gouge and tear

And then
It all stops

To a breath of drops…





Leonora Galinta’s contest: Rainy Days
12 September 2014

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