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“If I fell in love with a poet”
Inspired by Silent One’s “When a Poet falls in Love”.
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If I fell in love with a poet
How wonderful life would be
To wake each morning to a poem
Would be euphoric for me.
There'd be joy and glory in living
The wonders of all I'd see
Hearing endearing sounds of nature's
Charm of creativity.
Bird tweets would be enchantingly sweet
Music would bring me to tears
Every emotion stirred and shaken
Each time a poem appeared.
Poets cause ecstatic devotion
Inciting the heart and mind
Pleasing to recipients senses
Going to one's head like wine.
I love all words written of romance
Shooting my heart like a dart
If I fell in love with a poet
He'd be holder of my heart.
My sweetheart could present his poems
For the whole wide world to see
But I'd know the truth inside my heart
Every word was meant for me.
If I fell in love with a poet
I'd be happy all life long
Inspiration of every sonnet
Libretto to every song.
My ideal man is a poet
No other would ever do
I once fell madly for a poet
But he fell for slinky Sue.
Write by:
Musica El Rubbia
He thought it cute the way she treated him. Mortals often use emotions to express there disappointment he spoke. He married even with these faults, spoke Aphroditie. She had his children and in the delusional state of togetherness she thought she could satisfy a God! Grandiose plans to reform a dieti often is seen as delusional and done by someone who hides behind a facade. A person that beleives in lies might be a lie: or a liar herself.Constant infidelity and threats of separation are signs of a divioce, might they wish or are in agreement. A fool follies in the murky swamps to only wish for someone to find them. Who narrarates there path to redemption.Hecate deceived Ares who had 10 of her 13 children. When Hecate was found cheating with Aether. Ares left him while Hacate was on Hiatus. she then sleep with Rhadamanthus during a passionate love affair, and changed all of Hacates childrens names to her fathers lastname making them her brothers and sisters. When Hacate came home he cursed her with a storm that only hoover over her house. Shiva the maid was asked to find an instrument to break the spell before the foundation crumbled. Shiva asked the male-witch Hypnos for use of the conch, used in rituals to create cosmic sounds or wield divine power. This would counter-act the spell and would put Hecate to sleep for an eternity. Appolo told Hacte of what his wife was doing.Hacate laughed, and said "she is a mortal, with mortal ways," Apollo told Hacte to go to her with the foolish woman playing the instrument and fall upon your knee's and hold your ears, and pretend to be asleep, I will come and take you from there to have her to beleive she has made you to sleep for eternity. During the festival of winter Hacate came baring gifts and asked his wife to for give him, she refused and asked Shiva to play the conch, she did and Hacate fell to his knee's and and pretended to be a sleep, the rain stopped and all was queit. Apollo came and asked the woman," are ye to smile at the stopping of the rain, and now that he sleeps who shall stand by him forever?" Ares looked to Apollo and said stand before me only to leave and with you might he never again be here. Take him and leave!Apollo levitated Hacate and disapeared forever asleep. So Ares and her children thought.
Not the Woman I thought You Were
(both Sides)
You shouldn't really Love me This much
Oh to be with you
Sizzling Summer
Your Slutty Friends
Big Meaty and Suppertime
)*****instrumental******(
Twinkle Dink featuring Gypsy Grin and Shoey Sunshine
Verdti Morre' De Canzone (Malo-Femalo answer)
featuring the Swedish Orchestra of Love
Sounds by Bassy Griffkaulsumm
Reprizzo De Cantrix(Ode to Love)
Modern Day Lover and Trif Gamey remix
the Spectacle/Finale
Dingo Groove Orchestra
Dendritic and Yonidisk
vocal show
"Iktsuarpok"
aria, a solo song;
recitative,
speech-like singing;
ensemble,
multiple singers;
libretto, the text;
and various vocal
ranges (soprano,
alto, tenor, bass).
the riff is a thang of prettiness
sounds made to resemble voices.
We groove ya'll move
:see sum call
that dancing
Ooh Wee
ooh-Wee
Ya'll call that dancing!
From the Book Sounds of Music
The Phattosgophy Edition
Music by Suitor Sam
and Jamin on the Onez
The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine,
And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.
The only enclosure where man erects his biography is a veritable menagerie of dreams,
A pantheon of thoughts and phantasms, with the altar of bitter desires.
With fingers of transparent dreams, he stretches his wanderings across the inner frescoes,
Where colors blend into palimpsests, and pigment is born only when summoned.
But the depths hide the fog, unleashing sphinxes that roam the corridors of wise chaos,
And the shadows come, the night's responsory, to absorb his light, to fashion his coffin of shadows.
In this labyrinth of the self, celestial wolves and crystal deer spin round the roundel of forgetfulness,
And in the corners of darkness, basilisks nest, dreadlocks of darkness weave the feverish tapestry.
Demons silently ringing at the gate of essence, demand the toll to be freed and transfigured,
And all this reverberation, each turmoil, is an unwritten palimpsest, a silent carol.
Every breath, every tremble of the lip, is an undeciphered libretto, an unsung chord,
In the crypt of his heart, dungeons of unfulfilled passions,
Wandering on a melancholic arpeggio, on strings of a sealed and closed wasteland.
But from the darkness resists, a phoenix of thought, a leaf of hope, an unexpected flight of light,
And man deciphers that in his own labyrinth,
He is the master, the musician, and the sculptor of his boundless life.
Thus, crossing the threshold of flesh, he surrenders to the wave of dreams,
Flying on the rainbow of imagination, in his most sacred sanctuary,
Where his imprisonment is the heart of a living temple,
And he is the hidden angel, in the eternal saga of his own light.
Less than twenty-four hours after dashing off a poem
explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement wherein waste unable to expel
from the anus of this guy
which bout with rectal obstruction
found me doubled over with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright (with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil, which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lvii year old married male
to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered out five foot and ten inches of lovely bones
thence mouthing retraction of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener scrutinizes his recurring pain in the ass jagged torture
and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
Form:
OPENING scene, A brush of a chill signalled the start of this overture
each plant howling for attention through the hue of its leaves
warming, inviting, seducing us with this libretto
The change was AN infection OF the air
as the heat was slowly enveloped by Mother Earth
only to leave the deep, gradual smell of mossy-manure
and the predictable
The applause of this Opera was fading in snow
as the chirp of these birds became chitter and peep
An Aria of the night that faded with the rising of the dawn,
much to signal these skating changes
Ode to our protagonist, Jack Frost!
Who has conquered the beast yet coward under the settling freeze
To slay but now to sorrow was the tenor of this scene
FINALE, these Days crept-on in silent undertones,
the rivers preparing to hibernate
From the subtle flirting snowflakes,
to the clear and chill of crystals
So too, the blizzard awaits
in eager JAWS, agape.
2016/08/26
Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux
a worse hellish fate than perdition
At least forty eight hour time span
lapsed whereby big boy wanted to cry
explaining how yours truly
felt he would die
an undertaking malaise
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement,
wherein waste unable to expel
from the anus of this guy,
which bout with rectal obstruction
found me doubled over
with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright
(with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed on a previous occasion
to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil,
which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract
supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product
didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent
to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lxii year old married male
to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure
to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered out
five foot and ten inches of lovely bones,
thence mouthing retraction
of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever
in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last
provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener
scrutinizes his recurring
pain in the ass jagged torture
and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
As of early August 20th, 2021-
I finally move bowels but...
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
stasis of lower bowel found yours truly
doubled over in gastrointestinal agony
as if elephant or red (livid with rage)
bull thrust his tusk into mine tush
ah...voila... hence subsequently I tout
blessed magic of laxatives
Amitiza, Dulcolax, and Miralax
relieving lower abdominal and rectal
discomfort agonizing me dawn to dusk.
Second Place to everyone else
nothing I'm interested in is
of your concern
find myself lonely in your
absences
A new name on your tablet
wondering who it is
changing your habits
got me thinking it's me
leave her alone
just let it be
the absolute definition
of lonely is only me
maybe it'll change
let's see what tomorrow means
Fooled myself for an evening of
romance
wonderful evening
she wouldn';t even hold my hand
she pulled away when I asked her
to dance
that silly smile
her silly smile
smerking with the ladies
a the fellas there were a few
she sat near me
only to say I'm with you
Lonely
means I'm a lone
2morrow will make it new
"She said her love will become more prevalent in the future: some saw it as her saying due the scarcity of men she would find time for him"
From Where The Horse Neighs by The River
written by
Manahwannamarryhimm Ifshewannamarrymme Getthatonemmister
( Castrato Libretto-interputed by Diva Dame MO'Greeke)
Thhe Moon and the sun shall cast a shadow across the afternoon sky on March 31, 2025-- wear your googles
and come on down to Ole Sutter's Place and watch the Celestral Events Unfold, stay until 4;00 to see Jupiter and Venus and Uranus form a line in the sky)
A Purple and Cream (finely tuned) Bassoon
_____Glissando___________________________
She stood smiling eager to please
what could break his spirt
would be the same thing
to make most of us smile.
She had wore his jumper
his toque, slept on his chesterfield.
In the morning she put
on her runners
and took the Lorry to town.
a boxed ended lorry,
she was to appear
at the Amargosa Opera House.
I heard she was to sing. A great story
it got the conversation going.
They put a chesterfield in
the lorry and knitted poncho's
while in route.The Caribbean Guy stood beside her
I heard them sing they
were a marvelous bunch weren't they? Me belief was
he found her attractive as too she to him.
The photo of her in her runners and nothing else,
quite beautiful isn't she. They tossed
coins and bills toward her
whilest she lifted her gown
to amuse them. A rather lovely sort.
Sultry and alluring are words that best describe the
lorry ride. An evening of "Libretto & Themes".
Love sorted the bunch. Standing there in only a poncho
I proud and eager:making prompts for the night were
they would sing. I told her "Happy Birthday"
While we listened to an Orchestra mimic
the Neigh's of horses panting in the Desert air.
It was her poise and grace
that set her apart;
a gentle rhythmic walk.
Soft velvet tones of
gracefulness as she talked.
Her voice danced as she spoke.
Her eyes glistened in animated
interest as she listened,
focused, undeviating from
the intense conversation
she was involved in.
Expressive, long-fingered hands.
Gesticulating with the ebb
and flow of torrid words.
Stopping only to smooth a
straying hair back to perfection.
Interjection of soft salsa
verbal rocking, picking up
the tempo to tangoed crescendo,
waltzing in three time,
quick stepping to conversational conclusion.
As she stood to leave,
long legs unravelled, rising
to pose in balletic stance,
her bar a chair back, a smile,
a graceful backward glance....
Drifting on a cloud of chiffon
she floats away. Willowy limbs
carrying her noiselessly,
stunning her audience as heads
all crane to admire her as she leaves.
Always a dancer. Her life her stage.
Carefully choreographed.
Her earthly progress mapped
in song and dance on every page
of score and libretto....
Disciplined.
Majestic movement from head
to tiny tapped toe.
Always a dancer.
Applaud her as she goes.