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World all praise, everybody praise...
Man worship the true and only Father
Mankind open up,
And out of your mouths
Comes language only the Farther knows
Alleluia
and out of your mouths
Let the rejoicings start
Say..Alleluia
Sing..Praise Hallelujah
SPANISH VERSE...
Mundo todo elogio
El hombre adora al verdadero y unico Padre...
La humanidad se abre
Y de tu boca
Que comience la alegria
Di...Hallehuia
Canta...Alabanza Hallehuia
El mas alto
El mayor elogio
Hay..es HALLEHUIA
Say..Alleluia
Sing..Praise Hallelujah,Hallelujah
SWAHILI VERSE...
Dunia yote sifa
Mtu anaabudu Baba wa kewli na peke yake...
Wanadamu wanafungua
Na kutoka kinywani mwako
Hebu kufurahi kuanza
Sema..Aleluia
Imba.. Sifa Halleluya
Ya juu zaidi
PRAISE kubwa
Kuna..ni Halleluya
FILIPINO VERSE...
Buong mundo ang papauri
Sinasamba ng teo ang tunay at tanging Ama...
Bukas ang sangkatauhan
At mula sa iyong mga bibig
Hayaang magsimula ang pagsasaya
Say..Alleluia
Pinakamataas
Ang pinakadakilang PRAISE
Mayroong ay Halleluiah
Alleluia
FRENCH VERSE...
Monde tous les eloges
L'humanite s'ouvre
Et hors de ta bouche
Que la joie commence
Say...Alleluia
Chantez..Louange Alleluia
Le plus haut
La plus grange louang
II y a..est Alleluia
NEPALI VERSE
Visva sabai prasansa
manisa samco ra matra pitako upasana gardacha...
Manisajati khula cha
ra timro mukhabata bahira
rama'ilo suru garaum
bhannuhos..Lambiya
gaum..Prasansa hilaliuaha
uccatama
sabaibhanda thulo premi
tyaham cha.. Hilaleiaha ho
Let the rejoicings start
Say..Alleluia
Sing..Praise Hallelujah
SUNDANESE VERSE
Dunya sadaya puhian
Lalakai nyembah ka Bapa leres sareng wungkul...
Umat manusa buka nepi
Tur kaluar tina mouths Anjeun
Anggap rejoicing dimimitian
Say.. Alleluia
Nyanyi..Puji Halleluiah
Pangluhurna
Panggen mikahoyong pannggedena
Aya..neyaeta Halleluiah
...
~Just a few languages I've been around in the last two decades
from my former job...
All I know now is that in any language
Halleluiah is Halleluiah nyaeta Halleluiah is Halleluiah ay Halleluiah Alleluia est Alleluia Hallelujah hai Hallelujah Halleluya ni Halleluya Halleluiah is Halleluiah
In any language is ALL languages the highest praise is
Halleluiah
6/10/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
from anthology "INTERMITTENT PRAISE"
La conciencia no aguanto el remordimiento
el sufrimiento va consumiéndome Lento
pero se bien que yo me Lo eh ganado
eh pecado y por ti seré castigada
puedo mentirle a Los demás pero a ti no dios
se que observas cada paso que doy allá en el cielo
tu que me trajiste a este mundo con un propósito
si te eh fallado créeme que no Lo hago apropósito
gracias por estar cuando te necesito ...dios me escucho y la mano de el tome ...mi espíritu tendrá La Paz y de este mundo oscuro que destruyo mi vida...será liberada... Ya no tiene sentido pensar en el pasado En lo que hice o lo que pude haber hecho Solo sé que ya caminé un buen trecho y sufrí demasiado lloré por mis errores por mi falta de carácter ... porque no pude salir de mi mundo oscuro que me tenia en esa agonía atormentada vivía todos los días le pedía perdón de corazón y que me diera la paz que tanto necesitaba ..talvez no entiendan y se questionen por que no hice las cosas diferentes nadie puede juzgarme porque no estuvieron en ese mundo que me termino quitando las esperanzas y la fe que día con día Morian lentamente como lo hacía yo .,, yo page por mis errores y pecados y fue un preciso muy alto que añadie le deceo pasar por eso
Aunque no sé cuanto he avanzado
Unos dirán que fui demasiado buena
Otros en cambio me tildarán de mala
Algunos habrán dicho la verdad
Otros una simple mentira piadosa
Solo Dios sabrá juzgar mi realidad
Unos me habrán querido demasiado
Y no faltarán quienes me hayan odiado
Pues como todo humano soy imperfecta
Y tengo tantas virtudes como defectos
Mas si en este mi largo recorrido
Sin querer a alguien he lastimado
Le pido perdón a Dios arrepentida
Por el daño que hubiera causado
Hoy que llego al final de mi camino
Que mas le puedo pedir al destino
Si tengo el tesoro más precioso
Que la vida generosa me regaló y la dicha de aver sido madre de ese angelito Aaron siempre viviré en tu corazón mientras tu no me olvides.... la dicha de aver tenido ami abuelita y que pronto la voy a ver ,,, la dicha de tener ami tia carina y ami madre hermanos amis tias y tíos ...primas que fueron como hermanas ,, y un tío que fue mi figura paterna Tio Jorge desde el cielo a todos los cuídare y dios me los cuide y ami angelito se los encargó me voy pero siempre estaré en sus corazones si a si me lo permiten me duele no poder míralos una vez más
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.
Don't forget to remove the Bay leaves from the
pot.
Make it easier on yourself
put the bay leaves and rosemary sprig
in a cheese cloth.
I'm in most incline to agree
yet some deemed them useless
almond ash and hickory ash
was used to create a super
strong aroma.
Pungent and earth friendly.
TENUTO___
The Zoomies
a group of five
songstresses
Clutter ( a Contralto Alto)
Clowder ( Contralto Soprano)
Glaring ( Mezzo- soprano)
Pounce ( the Soprano)
Bunting(Contralto)
allorubbing
glissando
tremolo
trill.
Piano!
Piano!
Staccato< paino
an detached and fast tempoed!
She detached her relationship
to be seen as more uncaring
toward the male gender.
She said such allowed her to negotiate
from being lesser involved from actually
being responsible
inside a fully functional relationship.
The legend goes that 1n 1887 at a festival somewhere unknown.
A group of Women who were hired to perform and were allowed
to have concessions.
The woman (The Zoomies) were fixing to serve up some delicious foods.
An inspection by a local there
who looked troubles in the face with a laugh, came up
to the head cook in the busy campground.
He told the woman she better take those bay leaves out of the soup
before someone starts complaining. The woman didn't take to kindly to this citified person
turning his nose up at her with an order. She sat the hot pot on the piano (according to legend)
She went down in her blouse, and pulled out her mini firecracker canon and launch a firecracker at the visiting chef. It's said the shoot knocked off the gentlemen's top hat. People thought it was part of the show.
* Point of Reference- The guy is said to have come up to the stage while more then 50 people( paying customers) were there and said "the rat and kitty stew smell like beef: that b*tch better not forget to take the BAY LEAVES outta the pot" Another legend is said that 6 woman singer corner the fella and stood above him and releived there selves. Ans said while the guy was enjoying his supper a woman reached down in her blouse and pulled out her breast and asked the man did he want her to make it a french creame soup!"
.A
Single
Sequoia
Firm and tall
Feeds on the love
And kindnesses
Of other nature lovers
Was supported, cultivated
Becoming a tower against the horizon
Waxing green leaves, which it deposits later as gifts,
Among the earth dwellers, it embraced all under its canopy
Time passed and with it grew wisdom and purity of thought
Soon; sweet songs were sung by the tree dwellers, nourishing it abundantly
It was fruitful in return, gladly sharing all its color and splendor with other nature
Suddenly an alto fell in with the soprano pitched songbirds, distracting it immensely
The alto pecked, vibrating the core, with its obsidian bill, drilling, forever drumming,
Night and day, night and day, a steady pecking, of a woodpecker
Singing in a foreign soup song language
Not caring
Whatsoever
That it drained
The tree’s spirit
Trying to shoo it,
The tree branched.
Feverishly it tossed,
Left to right, beating.
Dropping all its fauna
Onto the forest floor.
every day a betterone
improving on those days gone by
some might ask you why
tell it cause you love me
tell them it's cause you care
tell them aint nothing like being loved
and aint nothing like me and you
she polished the brasses and waxed the floors
to a brilliant shine
the tables were covered with perfect lines
and the silverware
was laid out in a perfect line
the woodwinds were wiped clean and covered
the piano and the flute were surfaced
and the sheet music was stacked
on the floor
we sleep until noon
and rose to eat and rehearse our chore
what a day for some
a bit imitation for others
the french horners paused to understand
the oboeists took time to explain
it seemed a strain but perfection
takes rehersting
simple sweet flavors
the fruited samples before the meal
a songstress should save her voice
not overtly express how she feels
take note of the baritone,
he speaks softly with the Soprano
he likes the tone ,
but think their some thing wrong
with the piano
the tenor get what he deserves,
speaks the alto, but he should at least
be respect enough to have
the piano tuned
o this i presume
of this I guess it better
you and the next song
strings and flutes
the guys take pursuit
they romp the curvey crest
this she will confess is
the part she likes most
does she answer to speak expression
or do she just say what she feels
the more you speak the more
you say
is it best to just keep it real
we go on in a while
time to smile and look real pretty
we got a great portion of the world doing one thing
looking, liking, loving,
we got these people together
now we have to satisfy them
with some real talents
speak our way, say what we say
read the monologue
and let them know why our names on the
Marquee.
the intro to "something specail" were taken from
Classay Banger's fifth
with sounds taken from
Diditt Gettit: guess so!
written by Phatsew Azmere and he strangs of cotton band
copyrighted yesterday and then and beyond!
write and sing this one production company
I have searched hard and long to find a Christmas song, I have searched in the depth of the sea to find a rhythm that was compatible with thee.
I know your taste and the kind of rhythm that will make you move your waist; the rhythm is new and will make your dream come through.
There are many rhythms out there, rhythm that was created with a fork and a spear and the juke box used to be the epiphany of hope. The children used to crowd that shop and use all the money that they have got to play that special music in the jukebox.
Sometimes it sends my heart racing and increased my Adrenalin; it stirs up a familiar heat, it is the passion that is hard to find and it is that passion that makes love so divine I am searching for that rhythm for you.
I have listened to many Christmas tune composing of lyrics that will make everybody move, lyrics that send them dancing in the street and set fire to their lazy feet.
You have got to learn how to wave your hand to the Christmas song that was created with a hammer and a pan, it is the sound of the eighteen century and the Duke of York knows all about it.
Sometimes I have itchy ear and the sound sends missiles crashing in the air, it is the cross between two ages and the classical beat baked in modern vibes’ that rips up the charts and send some people wondering in th dark, it is the sounds that is new and embodied the prefect melody for me and you.
My Christmas song is embedded in my heart, my Christmas song has been there from the start, the myocardium is concealing it and the atrium and ventricles are releasing it.
The Sopranos and mezzo-soprano are in place and the alto will complete the musical phase but the bass is still running all over the place, the tenor is obscure and sooner or later it will go straight out the door.
I have that harmony in my head and the tenor and the baritone are already dead, I have the musical beat for the December Christmas treat. Come and join the group and sing this original Christmas song with me.
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
she admitted to being a moron
only when it came to her
fascination with wine and great food.
as long as it is prepared in the right
portion by someone who knows what they are doing.
Suri Vicuna her name, I hope I said it right
she is a marvelous chef, great food.
I tasted her Sabot de Boeuf et pommes de terre" and I
fainted like a pig in my own slop!
Marvelous dish and a wonderful woman.
The raspberries , strawberries cream, truffles
and white chocolate noodles with Sauternes
allowed to see my date as evening lace.
We spent the night
in a sleazy motel
and dined on these leftovers.
A Cremora solo'd on the stereo
and I grind him to powder.
A passionate evening of fun and love.
He called me Kiko Saanen, after
the night, you know Kiko Saanen,
the character in the movie " With Ease"
the fictional goddess of Love.
I performed like
a World Class lover
something I will never forget.
Truly, truly I loved that night.
Morning tea made me sleezy again.
I conceived there.
Weeks later we married.
i have loved the man ever since.
Under the April sky, by morning
I was his!
I hear her
When, in stillness – peace,
She surrounds me with her promises,
Light, mist on the morning, hope
Lifting away all the doubt, the darkness
With a feeling, a soul stirring scream
I hear her
Beating, in rhythm – harmonizing,
She echoes in reflections of sweet joy,
Soft, erasing all the night’s stardust dreams,
Inspiring me to give my best, my heart
To the moments of laughter, the scream
I hear her
Dancing, in tune – waltzing,
Breathing hope through the spirit,
Singing as the leaves whisper, falling
Autumn remembering summer’s hesitation
To hide behind the beautiful, blood curdling scream
I hear her
When, at noon – cloudless skies
Embrace the earth, tempting, satisfying
Reassuring the soul that together with time
We can arrive at our destination, our finish
Pouring out forever in the spirit’s the scream
I hear her
Gifting my heart with light, intense
Feelings so gentle, so giving, so willing
To agree with second thoughts, the secret
Hopes flooding, flowing through the brilliance
A love that agrees, passionate, a scream
I hear her
Like melancholy and memory, singing
The rich, cool alto – then soprano, notes
Pure gold, God’s voice pleading with us all
Nature, forever – endless treasures of hope
Foreseeing the everlasting life, in the wildness of a heart
– the scream, fading into destiny, graceful
Like a peace that can’t be seen or touched
The scream is anxious and floods the hopes
With winds that blow through the oaks
Satisfying the blossoms, the laurels and pines,
Preparing hearts for reality’s chime, the vibrant highs
Determined by the blood curdling scream of sunset’s trembling
Blending with endless feelings…
Blessing away the scream’s repeating over the ridges,
Soundless, yet – still resonating such an ache
Fleeting heartbreak, yearning for the peace that comes
With the dawn, the serenity that takes
Away the scream’s raspy voice, it’s exasperating grating
The scream… it drains the wish from the dreamer