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THOSE WHO CLAP IN OPPOSITION
AND APPLAUD THOSE I DESPISE
THEY PARTNERSHIP AND AGREEMENT
THEIR CLEVER AND DANKY DESQUISE
MINDFUL OF A FUTURE
CONTRASTING AND ENGAGING THINGS
COLLABORATIONS FOR TOGETHERNESS
WHEN PREPARED EYES SEE'S LEARNED PRACTICES
THEY SPEAK IN SEEMING CAUSE
THEY WISHED THAT IT'S
OPPOSITION
WOULD CALM THOSE WHO WORKED-OUT THEIR FLAWS
EVER SO UNCERTAIN
CREDIBLE IN OPPOSITION
DIRECTIONS GUIDED BY AMIRATION
TO DRUM-UP A NEW POSITION
HECKLERS SPEAK
THEIR MOUTHS SPIT DISTASTE
THE BOO AND JEER
WHILE DRINKING THEIR BEER
THEY ADMINISTER REFRASE
THEY SPEAK THESE WORDS IN FORM
THEY SHOW TO A WORLD IN JESTURE
VARIETIES
perceptions
of
elitism
in
polished
presentations
amazing
collaborations
diverse
where
a
gestures
collide
to
focus
in
a
proper
setting
a
realm
a
mainstay
a driving
force
performance
as
footnote
of
tomorrow
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Most often she was sisu, and otimistic.
He didn't want to understand her confusion
it caused him to lack confidence
Fickle minded and full of
optimism he wanted her to get to the part
of her decision making process where
she would be full of regret and sorry for
not making the deal. Being fair he saw her frustration
and knew what she meant by not believing
something would coor could come along
and unravel the affordability of the
Magincent object.
Then elucidation made clear what was to be done
clear minded and full of confidence she made
the decision to acquire.
Cacophonous sounds are often the fusses
of complication:where all functioning factors
aren't assigned their roles.
She was amazingly impressed. They sought equipment
to go into full production.
Knowing no demographic could measure their
doings , and only the first sales to the time of measurement
could predict the pace and scope that details
their companies exsistance.
Glenn Hughes has been performing
For over 50 years
He is the Voice of Rock
Glenn has been in many bands
Finders Keepers, phenomena, Deep Purple
California Breed, Voodoo Hill, the Dead Daisies
Black Country Communion, Trapeze,
Black Sabbath and more
He has many studio albums
And has also been in collaborations
With thrall, robin george and joe Lynn Turner
To just name a few
But be sure to check out his two albums with
Tony Iommi
He regularly goes on tour
And is now doing a deep purple tour
Burn, getting tighter, sail away, Stormbringer
Are just some of the songs he’s covering
Glenn loves his fans
And he writes about the human condition
His songs are very powerful
Each month I run a Glenn Hughes inspired
Poetry contest
Can you write something so grand?
As we touch...in the dark,
Our hands read...braille poetry,
Written by ardent goose bumps
...in great romantic sessions.
Chronicling our love,
In stanza after stanza..
...of passionate body poems,
filled with indefinite...
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Volumes...of our intimate collaborations,
Grace the series of our body poetry...
When it came to love
I had no real plan
I know I wanted to connect in an intimate way
with experimentation and playfulness
I was short on experience
there was a pandemic
I’d had few ‘at-bats’
that’s a sports metaphor
Much of it seemed surreal and abstract
like we’d entered another realm of everyday places
there was a subtle unpredictability
that was unfiltered, instinctive and unapologetically unhinged
freedom permeated every element
still, our collaboration allowed for honest conversation
I remember asking, “What are we doing?”
Thinking back, It underlined how vastly different our two experiences were
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Songs for this:
Overtime (pt 1) by Mk.gee [E]
Blur by embrs & astralcurrent
This that and the other
Essential to ones success
the delivery of performance
the means to an end
the beginning of the process
Prompting an applied behavior
to encourage the desired success
In a professional relationship
No professional stumbling
No conflicting interest
Practical evaluation
Let our collaborations begin
In decisive measurements
the sound moves to inspire
It's from desire
the desire to be best
Your way is my way
We collaborate to produce
We produce in inspiration
Ode to it's success
Ode to us together
Ode to our endeavors
It's all about us
Can't are you and me
Ode to great musicians
Who get the groove
and grind
Harmony and calculations
Styles of every kind
We get it together
When it comes together
and the song impresses
We can do this one
We got our thing together
The Specked one is in question!
She saw such collaborations as againstments
Thought that were verse of her own personal
Interest. Students of the industry; who saw
profitability, and found no way out, if they were
Wrong. They cursed those they knew and spat
On new. comers, finding it easy to disguise there
actions with the intrigue of togetherness.
When the fox and the grouse combined there
efforts against the hawk, the eagle spoke.
When the ram and the sheep collaborated against
the wilddogs; the eagle spoke.
When the bear and the hawk hunted together
the eagle spoke!
Why then be either of these things when we
Must learn to interprete what the eagle speaks?
And might the almighty hands of togetherness
Be spoiled by the eagle.
From the nest, when the wings are spread
Until the flight see's the eagle's needs
Meet, must a world of againstment
The grouse told the fox, the rabbit
Is as gamey as I am, and not to consider
him as alternative, and the the eagle make
Meal of both fox and grouse.
What whispers the goose?
Then what wishpers the goose;
said the grouse that speaks to
the fox as for, and wishes her eggs
to hatch?
Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.
I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes.
Revealing the tempress inside you,
our butterfly hearts used to flutter,
watching our shy shadows dance,
to the rhythm of brave waves of hope.
Tribulations of time led to a
decay within our garden,
as poisoned poetic petals,
drowned in a wild river of roses.
Now we are like a
destitute of wildflowers,
our souls resembling moths of shame.
There is a sadness in silence,
when there is confusion
in communication.
Tongues remain oppressed
in misunderstanding.
When candlelight caresses
no longer feel the same,
as misplaced moments begin to untame.
Songs of passion we sang for us,
escape as anthems of selfish games.
Should we muster dry conversations?
Neglect our flower garden in this storm?
Within wilting vines where
weeping willows hide,
it's a crime that the crying
crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours.
Specks of cosmic dusts
refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams,
when time becomes a nightmare
ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet.
I've lost and found you in
diversified seasons,
as winds of evanescence
curl empty promises into pearly shells.
Every poetic phrase you’ve
place in my borderline mind,
no longer hydrates this
glassy oyster heart -
will I forever remain confined
within restrained walls?
Perhaps this is just another
beginning of an ever-glowing end.
Painted in restless nights
from subtle strokes,
of forgotten devotion felt
like forbidden nostalgia,
beckoning monotonous forlorn
silhouettes to depart.
The last star shines and
bleeds broken hopes
in dwindling wraiths
upon love gliding
within trifling shadows.
For, sometimes feelings
wane like ephemeral phases
of moon-bows that seize
every lingering last light of life,
unveiling tides of change to
wriggle into thin fogs of grey.
Yet your clarity is forever
framed as timeless souvenirs,
designed as fine aesthetic
art colouring me with affection.
Forgive me, but I will
perpetually plant loyal seeds,
so our collaborations
continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.
Never could I have imagined where I would find love
In my wildest dreams I'd roam to seek this Angel Dove
Never could I have imagined from where this love would bloom
She just appeared to me one day, surprised, in my bedroom
Never could I have imagined poetic words capturing I
Then reading by whom has written, my eyes soon espied
Never could I have imagined that words could turn to hearts
That such a beautiful woman could repair a world blown apart
Never could I have imagined writing a poem about Lake Taal
Next thing I know I'm flying many miles to meet this poetic gal
Never could I have imagined the wonderful country of her birth
That I'd share with such a beauty, my journey blessings worth
Never could I have imagined how we shaped East and West
Our poetry blending collaborations groomed our writing zest
Never could I have imagined my heart being totally thawed
Meeting this poetic girl for real, I'm gorgeously left in awe
Never could I have imagined in my bedroom that July afternoon
That in just a couple of weeks, it's the continuance of our bloom