Long Alto Poems
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Sing praise to the Lord Almighty,
Wearing your pure, white uniform;
Glorify Him with all your heart,
As you carry out or perform.
Sing song to the only true God,
Inside the great house of worship;
Sincerely do your divine task,
Doing not just a praise of lip.
Sing hymn to the Holy Maker,
With the voice of bass and alto;
Blending is very important,
So are tenor and soprano.
Sing words and music to the Lord,
Such melodies that edify;
Let them be spiritually done,
So the blessings never run dry.
Holding your book of sacred hymns,
Enter in the sanctuary;
Prepare yourself, your soul and mind,
Sing praise to the Lord Almighty.
Paradoxo do Sucesso
Exigência do Êxito!
O êxito
Na vida ou nos negócios
parece o mais doce das coisas
a quem já venceu ou não venceu na vida.
O êxito cria paradoxos,
Dá a ilusão de que é um néctar doce.
AH! êxito.
Para alcançar
Exige doloroso pagamento.
O êxito
Na vida ou nos negócios
É sempre exigente!
O êxito exige:
Que Não fique fora do pedestal;
No qual ergas a estátua do teu ser,
Entretanto,
Exige que o pedestal
sirva à iluminar caminhos para outras.
O êxito exige:
Não fiques em terreno plano.
O êxito exige.
não subas muito alto
e forte.
Acredite:
O êxito
Na vida ou nos negócios
É exigente!
Walk with me to the corner of the street and I will show you something that you have never seen, come with me to the corner of the street and you will realize your heavenly dream, just last night I was standing there watching the cars rolling by and the clouds fading in the sky and the night owl sitting on the rails penetrating the distance in the night skies.
Come with me to the Corner Street and let us make music with our feet, we will clap our hands and stamp our feet and twist and turn our bodies and knees, I will sing the alto and you will sing the tenor and that person will sing the base and the chorus will ride with us.
They meet at the corner at midnight to exchange the secret of their lonely lives, they had just met in the spring when the birds were mating and singing sweet melodious hymns, and birds were chasing after birds teasing the bachelors and young girls as they walk about in the shadows of the moonlight chanting verses that make the heart frown and the night turn cold.
There is a history to be unfold and there are miracles to behold, you will find it at the corner street, it is standing right in front of me, many are searching for it beneath the tunnel that runs above the train line and the drain pipes that lies between them and the miracle that you find inside of them, it is deep and you can hardly see it but it has a message for thee; it comes out at night to exchange bread for coffee and tea and laugh with me.
Come with me to the corner street and spend some time with me; come with me to the corner street and let me whisper a secret to thee, examine the track and walk one it to get the feel of it; lets gaze at the stars above and color it with our eyes and when the moon fade under the clouds the village will wake up in the night and run around the track and dance in the fading moonlight.
The corner street is where you lift your feet; the corner street is where your heart meets, open the mountain and the sea and dangle the gold and jasper in front of me to balance my energy and improve my physical qualities, the corner street is where you will find me, the corner street is where love meets, walk with me to the corner street.
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
Didn't you not go to me?
How did I seethe, because an elongation of an entanglement is the alter-alto as the Omega cake..?
So swimmingly
I'm finishing the date,
I'm even allowed to procreate,
say that today as we all wander in the phase,
the glistening light is a connector of the ways...
48 equations away...
One more long lasting stay,
I am trapping the animals and characterizing,
you upped the anti with troubling enrapturing!
You even trampled the past in THE!!!
Sometimes I sweat over the gloat and the capturing,
sometimes I'm the boat that is rafting the very temperament I haven't opportunely been the camp in the.
Pursuing a solo career turned out to be a great choice.
Laura was gifted with a strong alto voice.
From upstate New York, this fine lady came.
Her prolific songwriting talent launched her to fame.
We saw that overwhelming success coming true
with the release of “How Am I Supposed to Live Without You”.
Laura’s biggest number one hit was “Gloria”.
That one lasted a long time on the charts in America.
Two other song hits the public would extol,
were the popular “Solitaire” and “Self Control”.
For several film soundtracks, she contributed many a song.
The list of acknowledgements and awards is certainly long.
Unfortunately, this talented artist is not with us anymore.
Laura sadly passed away back in 2004.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and LauraBraniganOnline.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
Northern vagabond winter is coming to peck you apart
It has a black, icy heart
as it kisses your blue lips
the blood will leave the limbs
to protect the soul of the heart.
but city people won't bring you in.
They've just clawed from under- a summer of blood
they're conditioned not to trust your skin color.
Country folk are no better, though
they stoke the hearth
the dirty nails of Jesus- crack the yellow blinds
no food nor compassion is birthed from these hollow times.
Head south, vagabond,
follow the heartbeat of the sun.
At least you can dream in conch and tangerine...
The people won't lend a hand here either.
But you'll have the soothing of salty air, a pillow of warm sand.
The ocean breeze will play alto sax
a choir of gulls will tell you about God...
For half a French fry.
Tall and willowy she stands
out from all the other women;
her face most expressive
when the choir sings a song.
"Out on the Mira, on warm afternoons..."
her voice blends so easily,
a tone clear and strong.
I glance at her occasionally
noting with pleasure
the pleasure on her face;
singing with others
is her special place.
I stand and sing in the bass section
trying to follow the conductor's direction,
but, admittedly, I am distracted
by the long-legged alto
standing several feet away.
I want to engage with her...
not sure what I'll say.
During a break,
I catch her eye by smiling...
her look is demure
and so beguiling.
I try to be funny,
to "be cool with the lines"
but then I stop myself;
it's best to be genuine.
We converse with small talk,
I see her face brighten;
my own nervousness eases,
I feel my mood lighten.
She says her hands feel cold,
I say mine are quite warm.
I reach out to hold them,
a boyish attempt to charm.
She does not pull them away,
in fact, they relax.
We seem to have
made a connection...perhaps.
My heart jumps,
a feeling deep emerges
so real, so true,
and then I smile and think
"I'd love to fall
in love with you."
Wine Gal
by Big Ox Stratton
I didn't know whether I was jealous
or just intriqued
it caused me to
want and need
and I was honored that my
wanting was meet
with the same interest I had returned
might love bless us with togetherness
that we as one might prospoer
in our oneness
with the blessing of those
we find dear
that the sacred trust of union
shall have us to belong to one
another in the blissful respect
of marriage
might the mercies of yesterday
resound from day to day
that our whispers of love
be as sacred to one another
as our togetherness
those things between us
to be seen as our creations
that empositions shall stand not to
ever be
neither temptation
or lust shall divide us
or have us unraveled
all of those in our presence
shall respect us in that
trust
that even divided we
shall look to one another
and trust
written by Paromuer Perkoung
from the playwrite
Must Singer
by
Big Ox Stratton
of WiffleBall Music Fame LLC>
a Scorers Music Co.
Title used with Permission by
Breakfast Texas and the Oklahoma Twelve
Memebrs of Jive Stone Music INC>
ew York City
sour peppers in Pickle sauce
"Serenaded Lover"
Lyrics by
Writter Playwright
of Yeah-sir Music
a Delious Sweet Treat Co.
Neath the tenor
the aspiring Alto reherstes!
Ding Dang Liberal
and the Conservative Broad
of Just Music Co#14
a Media Groove Co.
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V.S.
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A train door closes packed with passengers.
Destinations being most different than others.
Typical light touches, embarrassing rubbing,
Lastly, the ever so bothersome nudging.
Unfinished conversations, from platform
Carries on within the overcrowded train.
Yapping and gabbing, defined as gossiping,
Amidst disgruntled passengers within-earshot.
Young teen of a nimble mind, lights a cigarette,
To a host of an onslaught accord that repeats,
All trains are non-smoking so put it out you creep!
An infant goes from a whispering innocent alto coo,
To an uncontrollable, unstoppable, sopranos' scream,
Unheedful to weariful pleads of failing-to-comfort bass.
A newspaper that was fully read, is now being
Reread from its beginning, cites boredom
From too long of a wait, passing time fruitlessly.
An out-of-town couple, ask an old guy to take
Their picture, but to everybody's surprise, he
Took the camera and slammed it to the train
Floor, whereto, it broke into unrepairable pieces,
"Hi-ya!" was heard, a karate chop is all was needed,
So down for the count, the old pus was out,
Camera pieces and out-of-town couple all gone,
And gossips continue on, that now includes
The old pus and out-of-town couple.
The engine is heard and a forward thrust is felt,
At last, they are about to go on...until suddenly...
They jerk to a stop...then a voice is intensely heard,
..."We at Metro apologize for this undue delay,
For this train is now inoperable, so please disembark
And take all you have with you, as this train will
Now head to the shop from this station.
Bear in mind that another train has been dispatched,
Whereto, it will take you to your final destinations."
"We at Metro, would like you all to have a pleasant day!"
This all took for a moment of time, to record in the annals
Of the written memory that is historically held in the
Everlasting void belonging to the sanctity of a mere...
~~ second.
Date: 06/07/2019