Long Contralto Poems
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I
Yours is a mystery no mortal man can comprehend,
and your name which I mistook for my sister's, is a riddle
that would remain unsolved…
I have searched and searched within the recesses of my heart
since we parted at the crossroads
to know why my heart suddenly fell
like a fly into the spider's web, like a creditor's call
on a debtor's door,
like rain on a sunny day for you (a stranger)
on our first coincidental meeting,
and why it never stopped falling…
II
Weird as it seems,
the resonance of your soft contralto voice
lingers in my head
as if it were moments ago, and I feel
the reverberations against the daunting din
of the crowd that encompassed us…
The image of your slim black body stands in my mind's eyes
like slender palm on a bar beach,
and the perfect projections on your comely face
reminds me of my mother in her prime
when maidens prided in the sanctity
of their innocence
and thinking of you lulls me to sleep, to daydream
youthful dreams of her
in whose shadows I weaned…
Doyin! Lightfooted archer* on the wings of fate-
the suppleness of your black skin and your matchless manners
are true reflections of your untainted roots,
and the playfulness in your cultured tongue exalts you
amongst the silken daughters of Eve
(and are mere reminiscences of our first meeting)
How can I define your superlative beauty in verse?
III
Doyin, you are not one of my sisters, you are not my mother's daughter
yet, since we parted at the crossroads,
I have been in despair longing for the overwhelming ambience
of your sisterly warmth,
to hear the sound of your tender voice resonate
in my head down to my heart,
to feel the enlivening breath of your inner bowels,
to rest beneath the sheltering canopy of your hair, and
be enlightened by the magic splendour
of your bespectacled eyes…
Doyin, I long to bridge this river between us
to reach the enchanting realm of your refreshing countenance
and dwell therein within
the friendly fountains of your heart.
But since we parted at the crossroads,
and you went your way while I stood watching,
the image of your fetching figure
lodges in the chambers of my heart like a golden fleece
IV
And why my heart suddenly fell for you
I cannot tell…
Was it for your fetching figure or matchless manners?
I still cannot tell
I leave it to fate…
"When I was a kid my dad left me in a bad way .... he was
in the lives of my sisters and brothers but he wasn't in mine."
Quote by - Beth Hart
Her voice has an innate, inborn, visceral grittiness
dusty, raspy, raw with emotions of pain, aching, torment
and agony, an unstained contralto deep and low, and you
get lost in her voice, gliding on the waves of life with her
her name, Beth Hart, an American blues musician and singer
Born in 1972, Elizabeth (Beth) Hart is from California, USA
at 4 years old she played the piano concentrating on classical
music, like Bach and Beethoven but as she got older she
was playing artists like Etta James, Otis Redding, and Led Zeppelin
she has a magical voice like Janis Joplin and Tina Turner combined
As a young teen she was singing in open mic nights
and was playing clubs at fifteen, in 1993 band search she won
best female vocalist but her success went nowhere as she
became drug addicted, she spent all her winnings and hit bottom
even spent time in a psych ward for bi-polar and drug addiction
Beth has had ups and downs and she managed to have lots of hits
too many to list in this poem, but there are many hits that I fav
like LA Song, Don't Explain, Am I The One and many, many more
she collaborated with Joe Bonamassa and went on tour with him
and together they had hits, she also collaborated with Jeff Beck
Beth controls her addictions with religion and meditation now.
Joe said in an interview," I am totally knocked out by Beth. Here
is a lady who's acting like I'm the cool one and meanwhile I'm thinking
Man, she's got it all ... the next Janis Joplin . . the real deal, you know."
Random lyrics
War In My Mind
by Beth Hart
hollerin' all the time
black in my soul
and its ugly when I cry
there is a war in my soul
blood on the wall
hiding
making love to the
war in my mind
_____________________
May 09, 2023
Poetry/Bio/It's Ugly When I Cry
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-229-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Beth Hart Inspiration
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged05/09/2023
First Place
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!"
“no sweeter sounds of song in winter
than from the one you hold
close to your heart …”
Quote by ~ Poet
A Winter’s Song
Frozen beauty of cold, crisp, midwinter -
Landscape shines in magical diamond dust.
Ice crystals hanging break free to splinter
as winds do blow with a shivering gust -
blankets all in hues of snow white tipped crust.
Silky snowflakes enchantingly swirl, twirl
dancing to a symphony of birdsong.
Sounds of whistling warbles daily unfurl -
rich contralto melodies, that, so long
for warmer days erelong, in soulful song.
Iced wreaths of holly, red berries, glisten
as acoustic waves reflect off the ground.
Crisp crunch of snow, chilled breath, as I listen -
creaking trees, snapping twigs, of winter’s sound
punctuate the season’s rhythmic abound.
No sweeter song held more dear to my heart
than my true love’s angelic voice that drifts
across frosty tracks like sculptured, fine art.
A winter’s song of flamed love warms and lifts
my spirits as he sings me treasured gifts.
For someone special with all my love …
his guitar is raunchy and moody and his singing voice raspy
and if I close my eyes I am in a rundown jazz bar
down and out on luck and drinking alone
drowning my sorrows in the booze and loud blues music
his name is Joe Leonard Bonamassa and he reaches my soul
he is a blues rock guitarist, singer and songwriter
and he touches all the dark places in my mind
her voice is visceral with grittiness, raw, I feel her pain
so dusty, raspy, aching, tormented with agony, real
her moody contralto deep and low reaches me
I am lost in her voice, mesmerized
gliding on the waves of soulful blues
her name is Beth Hart
an American blues musician and singer
put these two musicians together and you have magic
and listening to them all else fades
it is just me and them as Beth is singing
Your Heart is as Black as Night
so sensual and deeply moving it gives me chills
and Joe is lurking in the shadows with his moody guitar
his skill with runs is perfection as he loses himself
outside it is raining in the dark night
but in this jazz bar it is hot and I am wrapped in blues
my heart scarred by a cruel lover
and my tears are falling
Random Lyrics
inspired by the song
Your Heart is as Dark As Night
your heart is black, black, black
black as the night
your lips are sweet
your arms hold me close
your words whisper love
but it feels wrong
those whispers are lies
and if I let you, if I let you
you will take my soul
cause your heart is black, black, black
black as night
and my tears are falling, falling
cause I love you still
__________________________
May 14, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/Joe and Beth, Together
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1547-326-14
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Blues Artists
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 05/14/2023
First Place
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
Overview
A vowel is a speech sound made with an open vocal tract, where the flow of air is not blocked or significantly restricted by the tongue, teeth, or lips. In the English alphabet, the letters A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowels. They are essential for forming syllables and words.
Here's a more detailed explanation:
Open Mouth Sound:
.
Vowels are characterized by an open mouth position, allowing air to flow freely through the vocal tract without any major obstructions, according to Hooked on Phonics.
Phonemes:
.
Vowels are phonemes, which are the basic units of sound in a language. While the letters A, E, I, O, and U represent vowels, each letter can represent multiple vowel sounds.
Every Syllable:
.Voice types: soprano, mezzo-soprano, and contralto (or alto), with soprano being the highest and contralto the lowest. These classifications are based on their vocal r
Every syllable in a word requires a vowel sound. This means that even in words with many consonants, a vowel sound must be present.
Vowel Sounds vs. Letters:
While A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowel letters, they can represent different vowel sounds. For example, the letter "A" has a short sound as in "cat" and a long sound as in "cake", according to YouTube.
Consonants:Ganoid Scales: stringed musical instrument of treble pitch, played with a horsehair bow. The classical European violin was developed in the 16th century. It has four strings and a body of characteristic rounded shape, narrowed at the middle and with two f-shaped sound holes.
Overview
A vowel is a speech sound made with an open vocal tract, where the flow of air is not blocked or significantly restricted by the tongue, teeth, or lips. In the English alphabet, the letters A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowels. They are essential for forming syllables and words.
Here's a more detailed explanation:
Open Mouth Sound:
.
Vowels are characterized by an open mouth position, allowing air to flow freely through the vocal tract without any major obstructions, according to Hooked on Phonics.
Phonemes:
.
Vowels are phonemes, which are the basic units of sound in a language. While the letters A, E, I, O, and U represent vowels, each letter can represent multiple vowel sounds.
Every Syllable:
.Voice types: soprano, mezzo-soprano, and contralto (or alto), with soprano being the highest and contralto the lowest. These classifications are based on their vocal r
Every syllable in a word requires a vowel sound. This means that even in words with many consonants, a vowel sound must be present.
Vowel Sounds vs. Letters:
While A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowel letters, they can represent different vowel sounds. For example, the letter "A" has a short sound as in "cat" and a long sound as in "cake", according to YouTube.
Consonants:Ganoid Scales: stringed musical instrument of treble pitch, played with a horsehair bow. The classical European violin was developed in the 16th century. It has four strings and a body of characteristic rounded shape, narrowed at the middle and with two f-shaped sound holes.
The beginning of Experience
starts with proper planning
By:Wiggon Galgrinner
From zones to zone
they looked to find
if planting olives would
be profitable
the olive tree
or Olea Europaea
she spoke in an
almost singing voice
Sounding so happy and confident
Olea europaea
I asked her could such
pollinate itself
she frowned and asked me why I asked
such a question
he said I noticed you spoke the olive tree instead
of saying olive trees
no,no I wish to plant
as many as affordability
will allow.
He smiled and wished her good luck.
she continued talking
Hand cranked mills and
oak barrels
I looked into using a hydrolytic press
or finding some kind gentlemen and fello's
to band together and sort the differences
and collaborate to create
a man powered press
do you know anyone with such knowledge
looking to the past to create a future
is a sound idea the gentlemen said
this startled me I didn't
know there had been others around
I looked toward him as he continued speaking
Novel he said novel indeed
modern extraction seems expensive
mats and presses sound much more
affordable or Two Oxen and a
rotating mortal and postal like
rig, huh?
they both smiled and wished the woman well
and promised to
contact her
if they ran across someone with
the knowledge of the ancients
From the Lyre and the Flute
samples of great foods
Mise en place:Hot :behind!
the stories of Great Eating
Contralto seeks advice
From the Real Food
Sixteen to Marry
The Year of Quadrants
Bruft jiza is a man who
was in a relationship with a women.
Jiza came from a large family.
Jiza's brother belived Jiza's wife
should bare Jiza's goat handlers child.
Jiza's sister wish Jiza's wife to should
become pregant with Jiza's cartmakers child.
jiza loved his wooman and thought
she would love him and they would mary.
When the members of the Contralto sect of jiza's
family found he was in love and planning to mary.
They looked through Jiza's
paper's and searched
to find secret places
where Jiza might hide diamonds and rings
and money might he have a Faince
who would be inline to these tresures.
Jiza, ask the woman to marry him:
but she too was tainted and vail with plans to obtain
his jewels and tresures.
Jiza found no frinds and became
paranoid and mean.
They put Jiza in a cave
They feed Jiza spinach and the cheese
of the sacred goat.
jiza became big and strong
and
one day when the lion guard bought
her lionest
to eat infront of the cave
Jiza reached out
his mighty arm
and through the lioness two miles away.
he pushed the door
of the cave and walkedout.
He found his tresure gone
and his woman married to another.Elos Devern took Jiza
in and married him.
they then became trusted with sacred animals.
Men came to test there strenghts
at Jiza's yard
of stones.
Mighty men would lift largestones
for prizes and trophies.
One while preparing
for a trophy bout, he looked up and saw his,
(To be Continued)