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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //
Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: beautiful berceuse, ballad, and bolero
Classical concertos and Christmas chorales crescendo concordantly
Dancers delight to dizzying drums and delectable dynamics
Ensemble eloquently emotes euphonic etudes and elegies
Flautist fluttertongues flute in frenzied fantasia or fantastic fugue
Guitar gallivants through gavotte, graced by glockenspiel glissandos
Heavenly hymns, happily harmonized, hearkening hearty hallelujahs
Improvising instruments inspiring in impromptu inventions,
Jovial jazz juxtaposition of jubilant, jamming jitterbugs
Kalimba keeps count as keyboardist kinetically caresses keys
Love song lullabys - lilting, legato lines of luxuriant, longing lyrics
Minuet melodies and madrigals marking mellifluous motifs
Nutcracker's necklace of nourishing notes: a nighttime nocturne
Orchestra's opulent overture opus, oratorio's operatic octet
Pianist plays presto pianissimo pitches in pulsing pizzicato perfection
Quartets and quintets on a quest for quality quiescent quarter notes
Romantic rhapsody rhythms resonate as rock 'n roll reverberates
Symphonies and sonatas send spine shivers, saxophone solos soar
Tenor troubadours tremolo in tempo as trumpet thrills with trills
Utopia of unassuming ukuleles unwinding in unison
Voluptuous violin vibrato, virtuoso vocalist, vivace vintage vibraphone
Well-tempered woodwinds wield wonderful waltzes worth whistling
Xylophone eXudes eXcitement in eXquisite eXtemporaneity
Yearning for youthfulness, you yodel "Yesterday"
Zesty zither anyone?
Erstwhile his skin was beautiful as an obsidian, with great markings alongside his face, as was the likeness of the Benin people; an imagery so poignant and meaningful.
His shoulders were wide, his back strong and his mind resourceful.
In his quondam years, the mystery of the Niger River had captured his inquisitive soul and inspired his longings to ride the smooth waves in a Pirogue.
A tale far from the likes of any mythical apologue.
The spirit of his graceful and modest mother, who lovingly called him Baako, once hunted his dreams.
On his hard days and nights, his body cried out from pain and his cheeks were forced upon by relentless water streams.
His memory of his proud father of great strength and wisdom once pounded against his brain.
In an everlasting refrain.
Once, with recapturing flashbacks his mind was flooded with the taunting sounds of the water drums and sticcado.
Fast and sweeping rhythmic legato.
And his mind automatically reclaimed images of his village, with its thatched roof huts and rows of lifted cultured soils with beans and yams bedded deep, and grass of deeper green.
And the days long, and the sun harsh and the nights with brilliant white stars that convene.
There, he now lay face down on foreign land with its first winters snow.
With his life source seeping deep and wide into soft crystals giving it a crimson glow.
Tattered clothes revealed his back; etched with brutal markings liking that of an old twisted and leafless tree.
His calloused feet a grayish-blue as the Adriatic sea.
His last breath was a moan for his native land.
The Mother Land.
The harmony of his innate love for his country, his people, and his latent genius and powerful will has been dispersed, wasted and erased.
The Myth of Asopus comes from the story of a male
Bassoonist who's wife lefted him and he was troubled
that he had dificulties finding a new
wife or partner.
" arníthike na sfíxei to chéri tou týpou"
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Written By Marshoney Seatrunk and Legato A. Battuta
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Kraken Mare and Asopus
: spoke at Antoniadi Dorsum
Metope, shared the stage with him.
to whom might seek love
here at the rivers of Tian he said
might weath might find thee
where Gods and men
shall collaberate to build the City of Zeusia.
The people of Caloris Basin didn't take to kind
to these Gods and Mortals
collaberating under the helm of Asopus
. They sought the God Moccus who devised a
plan against Asopus and his followers.
he gathered every hog in exsistance to
one place there the methane from there waste would
create the storm of storms
Asopus stood at Antoniadi Dorsum
and suddenly a bolt of lightengcrackled from the heavens
a laid hi there for eternaty. Metope his wife knealt beside him and said
My love I feared to tell you that Zues has married
your daughter in Boeotia, now I am without you does it matter?
Zeus said of these, humble the successful that there envy
blinds them from seeing, And that there carlessness reveals there
lack of concern. The city of Zeusia shall be built to worship me
might my enemies tire from againstment.
Your face
is a love song
of exquisite and matchless appeal
Your eyes
a duet of violin and cello
sonorous, deep
Your hair
an orchestra of euphonious instruments
playing in cohesive harmony
Your smile
a fantasia
of unearthly delight
Your teeth
a legato line of 32nd notes
in a concerto played to perfection
Your hands
a conductor’s baton
emoting wordlessly
Your voice
a rhapsody
of supernal joy
Your heart
a sumptuous lyric
a poetic paragon
Your soul
a sacred oratorio
set apart and holy
You are a sinuous melody
I can’t get out of my head
…nor will I ever wish to
Written 1 Mar 2020
On wayward ivy
calyx in woodlands
a spruce-blue butterfly
sparkling rustles
of
sweet wind chant
swings in the ethereal morning light
legato lilts silken waves
in
sequined ambrosia shades
crimson undertones
on
oyster weaves
moonstone
&
damask
mist hummed melodies
a list of nostalgic queries
collude to bind
metamorphosis of spirit
and
personality
through social awareness
referred
to self and to you
harbinger
of
love and light
sparkling
through tonight's sky
Written: December 21, 2021
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
No 55 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Talus Sports Wrestling
From the Desk of;
Non Sono Affari Tuoi
President of Sports America LLC
Metacognition___________________________Promoting or Organizing
Semantics
Bloom's Taxonomy
Performance Principle
Historical Aspects of the Business and Industry
Diversification
Development of modern management
Promotional Skills
impact of endorsements
Sunk Cost Fallacy
Myths
Theory of Constraints
Professional Sports Wrestling
Brass Promotion
Individual Promotion
Rule Book
Rules about prohibited moves,
Disqualifications
How to win
Formats
Tag Team Rules
Ring Counts
Rope Breaks
Winning the Match
Kayfabe
Titles and Trophies
Contention and Rankings
Scribble and Scrap
Staccato/Legato Entrance Sounds
Angles (pitched) or confirmed
Allowance of Meddling (journalist)
Backoff Rule or Ragmireor overstepping(journalist)
Inclusive (management and press)made for Journalist
Studio Bout
Arena Bout
Clown-Show (no outcome is expected;used to recreate)
Duration
Legato she knows me
To which both the sky
and earth shall make
The day beautiful for
her arrival.
Remembering to put
Garlic oil in the repellent
And to add garlic to the
Cheesy spread.
A perfection is what they
we're aiming for.
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To make decadent chocolate truffles infused with truffle oil
, heat 1 cup of heavy cream plus a pinch of cayeene pepper
until hot, pour it over
1 pound of chopped dark chocolate, 1/4 cup of chopped black walnuts
and let it sit for 5 minutes. Stir until smooth, mix in 2 teaspoons of
white or black truffle oil, chill the ganache until firm,
roll into balls, and dust with cocoa powder
Dolce
By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia
Infatuation is blind to problems
wishful thinking and careful
considerations
True love requires and fosters
a sense of security
and a feeling of trust
the blind sense of security
Legato
By:Ritmos Románticos
A style
cantabile and sooth flowing
it echo's even when the song is over
it moves your emotions
and causes you to think
it can create sessions of conversations
where many people move toward
looking forward to certain things
love enhances a romantic feel
the right sound and situation
a genre rich
crossovering perfection
rehersted, restyled
and of pitch and perfection
that close to perfect directing
guiding and leading the way
Book By Instrumentio King
written by: Bottle O Courage
arranged by Love
For Love
and In Love
all rights used with permission
of
Revenge Type Lovers
Manseeks-Womanseeks
Ya'll Beat-Knought!
performs "Catchy Tunes"
with Groovey Sounds
from Ryhmn and Lyrics Inc.
The words in my head are beautiful.
They are dancing cheek to cheek
with Southern legato or London staccato
with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks,
with native Dutch, straight from the heart.
The words in my head are reluctant
to stand in line. They like
to dance and play. They like
to echo inside the skull, infinite
Ping-Pong straight from the heart.
The words in my head come alive,
naked at the stroke of a key.
Ribbons of red and green show
who’s been good and who’s been bad.
Dots on the screen, straight from the heart.
The words in my head are ready
to face the world. I comb their hair
and clean their nose and wave goodbye
until they disappear around the bend.
One day they will be back, straight to the heart
ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
__________________________
una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Type
Aggiunta di cipolla
Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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