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Praise Ye The Lord- -
Prominent divines intuit.
Reformed divines in to it.
Astronomical angels in heaven dance.
Infected blood of sinful man descant.
Starry heavens planet gear swear.
Extreme perils okay.
Younger people hit and miss.
Epic songs shrine.
Tenderest mercies honor.
Happy songs hear.
Extraordinary mercies emote.
Lofty heavens praises sire.
Other divinities priest.
Royal Christians squire.
Distinct divinities listen.
An Acrostic by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
3/23/19
By: Sashi.Prabhu (ZEAUOXIS)
15th June (spice jet flight Mumbai to goa.)
For a soothing breathe we gasped heavily between us,
Emotion soaked waters on to the sandy shores they began to gush.
Embracing our lusting bodies in a romantic fling,
From our joyous mind a melody bean to spring.
The sounds of luring descant of the waves erupting on the shores,
Sea shells press against my bare back as the pain my body ignores.
As your bare body lay upon a wanting me and kissed me passionately that night,
I could see before my closed eyes the moon shining and smiling all decked up bright.
Our bodies gyrating in fond togetherness and the feeling ecstatic all entwined,
I knew then I could truly call you mine
Our bodies rubbed and moulded themselves in the wet sand,
Let loose, both, unbridled feelings raging furiously out of hand.
As dawn set in we could not purge, desist or quell,
Our desire to grind together as mid night pearls in a shell.
Our love we soaked our selves within its depths,
have within my thought's reach, those moments fondly kept………..
So many gifts and so much pain
sometimes it seems we've naught to gain
for born within this maze of genes
comes great insight but also burdens
The gift of sensitivity
this rare potential for connectivity
with a genetic map, each child born
must reach out far beyond their skin to transform.
Reach out within creation rampant,
detached from bloods vehement drumming descant
each child must puzzle through the skin of man
interweaving their genetics unplanned?
Since, life and death must ebb and flow
the weak child must pass, the strong must grow, and so..
unprotected sympathy declines
some seek strong drugs while others seek their wine.
It hurts, oh how it hurts to see
to feel, to know, to hush, to be an amputee
but sensitive souls can seldom bare
raw, bloody life on earth without a care.
And so, they come and go lost souls,
if not aided by a higher hand's control.
We all lose, we lose their divine gift
their plight is ours and death comes swift.
*Dedicated to Craig Cornish
and all the sensitive souls who find life
too much and must dull its blows.
Life way back then when i was ten,
From wartime days, to peace again.
Few luxuries on ration books,
Not even scraps for feeding ducks.
But more important than our wealth,
To tend our needs the National Health.
As smoking chimneys mixed with fog,
Our lungs were filled with filthy smog.
Always hard up, no cash to spend,
My mum would say, make do and mend.
Bows and arrows, were once scrap wood,
We all took turns being Robin Hood.
Old pram wheels and packing cases,
Now soap box cars, for thrilling races.
In summertime, games in the park,
Promised my mum, home before dark.
Some orange juice with jam and bread,
Those poor little ducks, never got fed.
On sunny days we had picnics,
Saturdays our treat to watch the flicks.
In windy weather, flying our kites.
Our streets at night, lit by gaslights,
We raced pell-mell down helter skelters.
On top of disused air raid shelters.
Chumping wood for the Guy Fawkes fire,
Sundays, i sang descant, in the choir.
Wintertime rugby, for the school team,
Lots of energy, we let off steam.
Exam results were a big surprise,
Top of the class, winning first prize.
While most "old" music terms are still in use, some specific, less common words include descant (a high, concurrent melodic part), duet (for two performers, contrasting with modern duo), and dulcimer ( an American stringed instrument, now often called lap dulcimer). Older terms often refer to a specific function within a piece, like descant, or a specific instrument, like dulcimer
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Sacré bleu I had startled her
a specific function asked her
bought this annoying word to light
it was spoken after his request for a
specific type of singing during the song
they had rehearsed.a high concurrent
melodic part where the song seems to
stand still as a ooh's and ah's create a transitional
sound but first the Soprano must hold a note for
33 seconds the sound is to be mixed into the song
but during a concert it is added right into
the song giving the lead vocalist a 35 second
break to restart the song in a different tempo
Little stringed instruments and brass horns
and a snare and kettledrum music section
he want to use a nord stage 4-88 but the power
wasn't available in the area. So Gariben repurposed
a flat screen tv into a solar panel and we were on our way.
The tent were we practice doesn't have the aucoutics to record
but we are studio bound. 25 members of the orchestra
will combine with the "Jinx" band to perform Tensail's best: aint that right Tensail? Tensail say's Yeah!
When Azrael* comes knocking, it won’t be with bony fists,
I believe, he’ll be a Doctor, with a cure,
Or a Maiden with her posies, a Knight jousting in the lists,
Or a gently whistling, mournful Troubadour.
When my time has come for leaving, I believe, I’ll punch him out,
Though I’ll break my hand in doing it, I’m sure
Or he’ll duck the blow and throw me o’er his shoulder like some lout
And I’ll have to go with him to Evermore.
I suppose he’s used to fearsome images, limned in the mind,
Where spectres, spooks and ghouls widely endure
But I think he’s just a jailer, come to open (and be kind)
The way out of a cage that serves, no more.
So, when he brings his medicine, I think I’ll swallow it,
And thank him for the friends he’s brought with him
I don’t believe he’ll be a jolly soul, although I wit
He’ll stroke my bald head, turn the lights to dim…
Or, when she shows me posies, with a certain tranquil air,
I deeply will inhale, nod, go to sleep,
And let her cool my hot brow with a hand that isn’t there,
Give thanks, she’s eased the passage I must keep.
Or, when he boldly rides at me, sharp angle to his spear,
I’ll bellow out a challenge, DING! his helm,
And keep my seat, take point through shield, ride at him without fear,
And know my lady watches o’er the realm.
Or, lastly, when he whistles a low tune that stills my heart,
I’ll join in, softly sing along with him,
As he plucks his sombre lute strings I will hum the descant part
And slowly fade away, heart in the trim.
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*Azrael – in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem of the same name, the Angel of Death
2/28/2019
leaves in trembling hues of bronze and gold, fall gently to the earth, where they’ll leave a carpet of crunching truths, blessings in beautiful ~ by poet
walking in silence, on the edge of twilight
subtle sighs, singing, stirring serenity
remembering the joy found on a still night
autumn’s descant, hints at my identity
blazing grace, richest praise in pastoral pulls
perfect hope in breaths of fall’s amenity
planting seeds of grace as we don our soft wools
while harvest reveals what colors hearts gentle
in aching arms, gathering crops in handfuls
blazing leaves, tremble and praise, sentimental
erasing the tears from souls mourning summer
fall’s splendor is hardly temperamental
oaks rest where majesty is the newcomer
falling in shadows who truly become her
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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Courtly days of knights so gallant,
And demure damsels in distress;
Hearken ye to this admiring descant,
Of chivalry and sheer noblesse.
Nights of satin and days of adventure,
Of heroes and villains vile,
Of windborne blossoms, dark allure,
Which made the ladies blush and smile.
Dangerous and many an escapade
Helped to guard the palace walls;
For love, for honor, men met blade.
Celebrations in the banquet halls.
Nights of romance and of mystery,
Which held a strange power!
As does a haunting symphony;
Rescued princess from the Ivory Tower!
Early, early, my little red rooster,
Thou shalt greet the new dawn;
Give the day a little booster,
For the knights of chivalry are gone!