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FIT AS A FIDDLE
I used to be fit as a fiddle
When I was in my prime.
I could run the London Marathon
In a perfectly reasonable time.
I would play five sets of tennis,
Then dance throughout the night
And still be at the local gym
Before it was even light.
My body was slim and wiry;
They called me a fitness freak.
And all the prettiest girls in town,
Admired my fine physique.
But all of that was long ago,
These days I’m uninspired.
Just watching the London Marathon,
Leaves me feeling tired.
Yes, I used to fit as a fiddle,
Slim and full of grace.
But now, alas, my figure
Resembles a double-bass
5th August 2022
Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Hilo Poet
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My dear miss Camella, you move with such grace,
And your lips are so sweet, flies swarm round your face
When you first smiled at me, i foolishly grinned.
Then you puffed out both cheeks, and loudly broke wind.
Like a ship of the desert, with a camel hair coat.
Just letting off steam, with a double bass note.
It was love at first sight, despite all of my spots.
For the touch of my leopard skin, gave you the hots.
I love how you swagger, on oversize feet.
While those knobbly knees, makes my heart skip a beat.
Or the way that you squint, with a glint in your eyes.
When you spit from ten paces, and pick off sand flies.
Well now i must tell you, i'm going to propose,
If you will say yes, and wear my ring through your nose.
We could be a couple, and create our own kid.
While it would be unique, to raise a goofy hybrid.
I'm sure that we could, if we tried very hard.
Well, whoever has heard of a camelopard.
Please don't take the hump, i'm not having a laugh.
But maybe our baby, could be a giraffe.
So my dearest Camella, please make me your beau.
I am yours, ever faithful, your handsome Leo.
11/ 5/ 2017.
If it is of interest to anyone, a camelopard is an archaic
word for a giraffe.
Oompah Whoomp).....do you like the groove
Pling Plicka Pling).......it moves me when you sing
Oompah Whoomp)......Scat dew wanna OOh we do
Plinga Plinga Plung).... ya'll groovin got people dancing
Oompah whoomp)......dancing dancing (whoo1!)
plagerizzato la mia musica
perche sono meno conosciuto
Mi e piaciuto chiamare il mio
partner per cercare di
assomerlo da me
cosi potrei essere depresso e tutto solo
Cerberus
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parlando di boro ma
moglie quando vado in tour. Comportati come se la conoscessi: ti sta
succedoro qualcosa?
Amico, sei ico sei pazzo a dire che min moglie e una puttana.
He try'd saying he used the same magic marker to write on the box with the
Double Bass and tuba were in.
They spoke about how his wife liked songs with double basses in them.
They wanted a classic sound but didn't wantit to sound Goowey and Popish
they wanted a classic Blue Hue to it.
the lobster in the tank ate the goeduck after they
had an epic encounter
where the lobster won. We ate the Lobster that ate
Stew-Gin Barrious the Big Snout goeduck.
We reherst the Ring Ceromony in style
Lobster with a golden Brown crust with a
chive and lemon hollendise
with a mix of white wine
and white grape juice
oh i, feel in love with the guy!
Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass.
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and lime.
Echoes of summer in three-quarter time.
Adagio
There are brazen implications
In these muted, pulsing horns.
The strings are thick and creamy.
The bass line’s strewn with thorns.
Scherzo
Nail-tap percussion, tremolo drill.
Twelve o’clock whistle sounds cranky and shrill.
Shipping yard sunlight, loading dock shade.
Forklift holds pallet in mid-serenade.
Mustard-stained napkin, Styrofoam cup.
Strains of a power saw being tuned up,
Baritone belt sander wailing away.
White glove allegro turned grease monkey gray.
Rondo
Without darkness, there could be no light.
The sun would rise unnoticed.
Without silence, there could be no song
From either bird or locust.
Without winter, there could be no spring.
No flowers for your lover.
Without music, there could be no art.
They flatter one another.
In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds
Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds
Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass
Played with webbed fingers and a dash of southern sass
Two of them will face off to see who would headline
Swamp juice and flies aplenty and the music is divine
Marsh creatures waiting, having a drink on mossy log
While they watched the marsh house band, Bulrush Bog
Tadpoles grooving in the water, afraid of the limelight
Since they are literally spineless, some likely stage fright
Beavers gnawing on wood, carving out a double bass
Muskrats drumming cattails at Animal’s Muppet pace
The music now quiets with the sun as the light goes dim
Fireflies set the mood, drinks filled, lake foam to the brim
Two finalists take stage, Marsh music battle is to start
Yet… they sounded the same, you couldn’t tell them apart
So how do you decide which musical act will take the win
When it’s a toad with a fiddle versus a frog with a violin?
January 23, 2023
The Fiddler and the Frog Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Misusing jargon and
confusing complex words
he became Dabber of idious
right before my face
his voice and online
presence
made him more exceptable to my
belottlings.
Saying I spoke such when I didn't
was fair game in such exchanges as I collected his words
to make him spectacle among his friends.
then might the words be spoken
to ruin what had been said as
queit and strong a type
of presence that ladies loved
and woman adorned.
When he began to speak I found
him vulerable to beleifs and superstitions.
Having music in the background often made it worst
as he then was a charcter
for folk to make a specticle of.
The cello and I
we sustain
in each other
while we play
the melody
The violin caresses
my shoulder while
we execute the work
musical,
the double bass
squeezes
my chest
when together
we are in ensemble ...
With the tambourine, my fingers
and my hands do
frenetic
juggles...
the drums helps me
to beat up my
evils ... and to frighten
my fears...
The harmonica consciously
kiss me, kiss
while we are
on stage...
But it's the fender guitar
that plays me inside
in solo riffs that
inflates my soul
and makes me squirm
on wishes ...
evaporating my suffering,
all while
we fly high
feeling alive in music !
APPASSIONATO
He made overtures to her,
With the time-honoured chat-up line,
“We could make sweet music together;
I want to make you mine.”
She conducted herself quite cautiously;
Remained composed and calm.
A duet might be pleasant;
And he certainly had charm.
But she didn’t want to rush things,
The tempo should be slow.
He wished to proceed allegro,
She favoured adagio.
She played second oboe,
While he was a double bass.
They came from different cultures,
A thing she found hard to embrace.
And so she resisted his overtures,
They really weren’t well-matched.
She had an affaire with a flautist instead;
A thing with no strings attached.
2nd July 2019
Music Theme Contest
Sponsor - Geraldine Taylor
I missed my chello
you look like an talented fella
can I use your
horn
I want you to hear this song
I missed placed the flute
Do you like his suit
the strangs on that chello
are strumming though
The people in music-area
want to compare ya
say it's find
when this was so unkind
Tempo adagio: all ya had to do
was sayt so, could made the beat
more rhythmic by waving
my music stick
I missed placed my Chello
please no a'cappella I wanna
hear some strings
let the music man make
the horns sing
Stresses in the line
where the bass and trembles
meet
Need ah problemsolver
to come and help me
I missed placed my chello
can I use your double bass
to make a pretty song
put ah smile on your face
From
Sono Una Puttana
Ingannero
Quest'uomo
( Human have alway had the Power to create life)
Her part was to be lip synced
with a live orchestra
the music had to be perfect
or the camera would
catch the
offset of audio.
The fella who was producing
the show losted his chello
somewhere B'Tween the
sound area and the theater
making him someone had
moved it.
From de Film: NIGHT FALL
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they implanted a computer chip in her
and he wishes to retreive it.
Simple enough huh?
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He is Sköning
Jag är sexig
Du är så vacke
Jag vill ha dig
Får jag kyssa dig?
Älskling
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occasionally eerie rhythm
Sweeping, lush violins
carry the melody
dark, heavy cellos and
double basses add
counterpoint and suspense.
the bold, loud, and
menacing stabs
The backbone of
the spy sound
driven by a
double bass
or electric bass
a drum kit,
and piano
Sleazy big-band feel
provide a moody
Lushy unobtainable
woman kinda feel
heavily twangy, surf-rock
acoustic/electric guitar riff
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"Vísceras is my name
you only have to hear it once to remember it
such they say."
" Perhaps a lesson in loyalty is needed:
you seem to lack passion:
it's a the enthusiasm for loving me!"
" He trusted to and became unusable,
could it have been the woman lack the kind
and sincere needing for him; or
maybe he just didn't understand the dynamics of
communitive love "
"extraction often leaves the host less favorable doesn't it?"
'Antagon?, The full opposition of what? How dare you!
To define me, How dare you to define me!"
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