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MEMORIES
As I sit still, admiring the setting sun,
I hear Latin music playing, filling my soul,
and I see the waves rushing to the shore.
The calmness of the sea fills my heart
and memories of lost loved ones fill my mind.
The Latin songs remind me of my father,
singing “Sabor A Mi”, while strumming his guitar;
dancing the Tango, he gracefully perfected
and the line dance Mambo, he led and mastered.
He was so gifted, so musically talented
with a beautiful singing voice and rhythmic moves
the ability to play several musical instruments
that he cheerfully shared with his good sense of humor.
The captivating sunset makes me reminisce
about the other loved ones, I’ve lost and miss.
They are gone and left memories behind,
that I treasure and will carry on forever in my mind.
Old Poems Free Verse (003) Poet Destroyer A
FATHERS DAY
Father of nine children, three girls and six boys, who called him Papa.
Attentive and very caring grandfather of twenty four, who called him Lolo.
Talented musician, played multiple instruments and sang excellently.
Hospitable and treated every guest with smile and enthusiasm.
Entertained our family and the Lions Club with his tango, mambo, hula.
Reliable father, grandfather, officer and member of the Lions Club.
Sincere in helping out, feeding the homeless and raising money for charity.
Devout person, dedicated in church activities like singing in the choir.
Admirable in dancing the hula with grass skirt and bra made of coconut shells.
Yes, he had been gone for seven years; but he is and will always be on my mind.
5/20/21 A Tribute To Fathers Poetry
L Milton Hankins
Used: PS Grammar Checker
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!
In the beginning, Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.
This could have been a fruit like a date or a red apple.
It certainly was not for us to sample.
Consequently, God made animal skin robes to cover
their bodies down to their naked ankles.
The first sacrifice of a lamb was done by righteous
Abel. God accepted his offering, that he
did gladly put on the offering table.
Noah built the Ark; by grace his family
with the animals assembled. Then came
the rain floods that descended from heaven.
The Israelites blew their mouths like a
trumpet at Jericho, then the walls crumbled.
The wooden Ark of the covenant covered by gold
is a physical symbol, toward God’s spiritual
agreements.
David took a smooth stone, a big pebble
and conquered Goliath the Giant.
Man may stumble and man may tumble.
Pray always to be able, stable and humble.
Jesus took up His cup, which the Father gave
Him and never did fumbled it but did drink from it.
There are musical instruments that give
harmonious sounds for worship; some
are the piano, drums, timbral and cymbal.
People keep your body a holy temple.
Yes, the Lord Jesus Christ is our perfect
example.
To do righteousness is holiness unto God.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God of host.
We are in the last days. Things are going
to happen that will cause the whole earth
to rumble and tremble. God will save His
own elect from the end time crucible.
After all these things, God shall appear to
reign forever and ever in His majesty,
beauty, goodness, holiness, righteousness,
and greatness forever and ever.
Hallelujah, Amen!
(10/6/11) Halloween
Let me give an update of Halloween night
When Freddie Krueger and Jason got into a fight.
Blood was flying all around
Yet not one of them made a sound.
Their instruments of death as sharp as can be
And the ending - no one could foresee.
They were joining forces for Halloween night
Since all the Halloween crowd would be waiting for them
Because at midnight the scaring would end.
Now that all the revelers were here
They would plan their rants and jeers.
FREDDIE would pull them out of bed
Then the GRIM REAPER would cut off their heads
Then DRACULA would suck them dry
And their bodies the goblins would hide.
The GHOSTS and WITCHES decided to do their thing
And the frightened victims they would bring.
The GHOULS and WEREWOLF would roam the alleyways
To ensure those that were hidden would not stay.
Now there was FRANKIE, the MUMMY , JASON ,
and the GOBLINS too
They’d hide in the shadows waiting for you.
FRANKIE ,the MUMMY, and JASON were all slow walkers
But they was great as shadow stalkers.
The GOBLINS would trip them to the ground
And jump on them before they could make a sound.
To the graveyard at midnight they would go
Man oh man ! What a wonderful show.
To their places of eternal rest, till next year
When they’ll do their best.
Look at that cemetery and you will see
That this is where they have to be.
I happened to hear a cover song
on the radio the other day,
by some band the couldn’t write a hit,
or their instruments manage to play.
My first thought was to just shake my head,
and wish they had just left it alone,
then thought it everyone had done that,
would these songs by anyone be known?
Think of the songs that don’t get covered,
that are a hit for just a short time,
how many thousands fall in this camp,
doomed never more to come to our minds?
Yet every so often one stands out,
and we come back again and again,
because it speaks to use way deep down,
what it is to be women or men.
It’s the cover bands that keep them fresh,
plumbs their depths so the people can see
the genius of the original,
why it deserves immortality;
enriching the whole of the culture,
with constructs that even time can’t break,
tying the present to those before,
an eternal connection it makes.
And honestly, it’s a lot of fun
trying to guess what songs are of worth,
which of them will still be listened to
when our great-grandchildren walk this Earth.
Who will become the next Hank Williams,
Stephen Foster, or Irving Berlin?
What tunes will the weird kids listen to
for solace because they don’t fit in.
Heck without covers ol’ Beethoven
would not be something most people hear,
orchestras cover that curmudgeon,
and the music still brings folks to tears.
They’re giant symphonic cover bands
that preserve masterpieces through time,
I’m glad they do because can you
imagine a world without the 9th?
So go cover any song you want,
from Led Zeppelin to Frank Sinatra,
if you like it so much it has worth
regardless of your band’s many flaws,
If it were not for the cover bands,
most would not know these songs in the least,
through them the best will rise to the top,
they’ll reveal the timeless masterpiece.
Incessant straight line winds, assail us from the East
and as all good sailors know, are good for neither Man nor Beast
The winds that are visiting us, like unwanted visitors from afar
Stay with us, both day and night, their unwelcome presence never hidden
It has one wishing for them to leave. wishing upon Winter's Northern star.
Under forty below, that's what the instruments say
I can feel the temperature drop as on cue by the hour
All panes of glass are well chilled from where I stand
They appear as December's foggy skies, as though from an icy shower.
The power lines outside dance and howl and sway
Crackling as the ice along them shatters in dismay
The shelter struggles to grip them ever tighter still
The house stands firm to keep the winds at bay
Shutters chatter as the winds struggle to them undress.
The raging straight line winds go on and on
A kitchen woodstove holds a crackling relief
to wage its wintery battle with the season
its ongoing struggle to give off more heat
than the wintery cold drafts that the winds force in.
And late in the evening I put my head down to rest
On one of my grandmother's quilts, one of her best
I can hear the winds still howling, as wolves to the moon
As I drift toward my dreamland, my wish is for Spring to come soon.
Copyright Christine A Kysely December 12, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report about him. Do you know his agenda, his intentions, and his mission? Where is he, from where did he ascend, and to where is he going? I have heard that he fears neither man nor beast, but has great respect for 'Laws'. Clouds of doom, fear, and gloom hang over our world. So take me to your leader.
I sense that the quest for unity of the 'citizens of the world' is abolishing 'Soveignties'. May our prayers ascend to heaven and may God free us from so many inequities, boiling pots of greed, overflowing pools of political corruption, debaucheries that permeate the atmosphere, and human behavior that's becoming too toxic for habitation. One sign of a good man is that he views constitutions and laws as instruments of sacredness. Evil men loathe laws, and perceiving them as restrictive, change or abolish them at will. I would be so honored to meet and dine with a good man or woman.
So please take me to your leader.
There is so much I need to know about him. So I hope that you have not been sworn to secrecy. He gives all appearance of a giant of a man who longs to be at peace. I have heard that he believes in freedom, justice, and prosperity for all. I have heard he's a good seed, has no greed, and cannot be bought or sold. I have heard that you are close to him, giving him counsel and godly wisdom. It is said of him that he bravely revisits history without becoming a revisionist. The future shall be paved with those who are unafraid of neither today nor yesterday. It seems our world is spent and spineless, and in such demand for true leadership. So take me to your leader.
You are a dear friend of mine, kind and true. So I beg of you, take me to your leader. He need not be grandiose or a wearer of haloes, nor superhuman or unusually charismatic. He need not raise the dead nor walk on water, but perhaps he knows the one who does. Perhaps his ears, eyes, and heart are opened to genuineness and tightly closed to hypocrisy. Perhaps he holds secrets whose revealing time has come, so please take me to your leader.
08042018PSContest, Take Me To Your Leader, Caren Krutsinger, 1stPl.
Instant cognition
Of the entirety
Defying delineation
By the i-dentity
The seeming paradox
Is imaginary
Bemusing the wily fox
Addicted to imagery
The subtle dimension
Is indivisible
Its rendition
Impossible
Expansion of consciousness
Cognising oneness & unity
Of the That awareness
Is beyond grasp of feeble intellectuality
So awareness just silently observes
Indulgence of he who once knew but forgot
And though it wishes to embrace & serve
For the moment, it cannot
Such is the path of our pathless sojourn
All we need to do is to undo, to erase
Egoic negativity, yet strangely we choose to burn
Man’s self inflicted pain never ceases to amaze
The instruments that are meant to serve
By paying them over attention
Have been pampered more than they deserve
Even in obituaries only they are mentioned!
This mayic illusion
Denying our wellness, completeness
We may instantly end the confusion
By humbly meditating in stillness
To be one with the oneness
As always, with divine assistance
03-November-2020
We live in a world
Where all things are moving
Where nothing halts
Where nothing turns back
Where all that it is is noise
We live in a world
Broken souls grace the streets
Hopeless lives is all that it is
Drive for money consumes minds
Shuttered dreams we walk on
We live in a world
Where cruelty is honoured
Where mercy is a suicide plea
Where love is a trashed word
Where pain is someone's cup of tea
We live in a world
Death is a wake up call
A call that requires a heart that listens
Listening is out of the context
Words wind washed
We live in a world
Religion is all that is
Routine is walking to church every Sunday
No growth,no grace,no glory
Jumping when the instruments are played
Clapping when asked to
Out of habit it is
We live in a world
Dependency has taken root
Financial literacy is foreign
Life is a hustle they all say
Daughters taught to not try hard
''It's a taboo for you to be highly educated
You must clean the dishes
You have to cook
You can't wear that
Dresses at floor length
Your hair done once a year
All in the name of ''wife material''
Sons taught '' I pay the bills i make the rules ''
It's a screwed nation
Devoid of pity
Ripped of mercy
Backwardness clouds their thoughts
Reprimands point all to revolutionists
Till when?
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