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Sally Sue Has A Bad Day
Little Sally Sue awoke one day feeling quite blue.
Her mom asked "Why, whats wrong with you?"
Sally replied, "If i only knew."
She looked in her closet and hated her clothes.
She looked in the mirror and hated her nose.
She looked all around hating everything she had.
She glanced out the window, even the neighborhood's bad.
She slumped down the stairs to get ready for school.
And scoffed at her breakfast (A bowl full of gruel)
In walked her dad asking "Why you look sad? My dear do you need to talk?"
I could drive you to school in a minuet or two."
"No thanks dad i'd rather walk.
So she headed down the block tripping over a rock, her books flying everywhere.
She said in a huff as she picked up her stuff.
"This day's becoming a nightmare!"
When she got to school things did not get better
(Caught her arm on a nail and ruined her sweater)
Sally screamed in frustration as she examined her sleeve.
"That's it! Now i'm really peeved!"
"I'm sick of my life and i'm sick of theis day! I wish the whole world would just go away!"
There was a hush in the hallway, the whole room sighed.
Sally lost control and she started to cry.
A teacher came up and took Sally aside.
She sat Sally down and said, "There now, don't cry."
"What is the trouble dear? Why all the strife? Why do you scream that you hate your life?"
Sally wiped her face trying to erase, how stupid she felt for crying.
She put on a frown and stared at the ground,
"Nothing" she said obviously lying.
"I believe you" teacher said "Though your words aren't quite true."
"Something is wrong-though it seems "nothing" to you."
"Though your problems seem small, they can add up quite fast"
"And become overwhelming, seeming forever to last."
"Just do your best to take each problem one by one. Understanding as you do, life's not always that fun."
"There will be bad days and responsibility too."
"It's that way for everyone, not only you Sue."
Now what would you do if you were Sally Sue?
Would you run and hide knowing life can be hard?
Because Sally did not, Sally was much too smart.
She went on with her day with her head held high, remembering not to give up and always to try.
And her day DID get better as she took things one at a time.
And when they did not work out,
Sally Sue didn't mine.
Gavotte Minuet:
Most of the night
we shared several
moments together
most of the night
she and I together
the night doesn't end
until the morning comes
you know where
I'm coming from
we danced to the wrong song
Sappy Sweet
love infused passon'd
styled with modern tones
with an Ole style
fashion
had us groovin around
acting like lovers
we discovered
what we discovered
there was times
when I was in doubt
I withdrew to be
suduced back into
wanting and needing
ooh-----------I say ooh!
ooh we-----------ooh-ooh ah ooh!
got me dancing
like I'm in love again
it aint you
maybe it's the song there playing
you know what I'm saying
got us dancing
grooving and moving
laid up in your arms
you all over me
ooh--- what else can it be
ostinato he said it again
talking about love
Baby we just freinds
a greater understanding here
think you know we love this song
rubbin you
you rubbin me
us together
everyone can see
something specail here
feel in love
from a love song
Come Back to Sorrentio
ave ah amore'
Come back to Sorentenio
ooh ye ah of Love
Excepts from the Album
"Slow Groove and the Right Woman"
Concept by: Format for Lovers
" We Sing for You"
Minimal sounds added to Orchestrated Music
Composed and Arranged and Conducted
by:Basso Continuo and
Mezzo " Cool" Mezzo of
Emphasis on atmosphere and mood:
Mood arranged by disapoinment
the lack of interest by:
Someone you Know
and thehe Unreherasted Music.
Due to Her wanting to be
with someone else.
Mister Barcarolle. you disappointed me
I thought you were cool
you Jive fool!
I still like your music
but "shut man- chill!"
For Real Dough appears courtsey of
Phatt Isha and the Groove Grinders
of Taztile Music Group
Chocometta Gamez and Tickle Tike
Sang on" Easy Piece" and "Perfect Day"
Whore Tour Movie sang on
" All Others" and bang the skinez
on "Tootie Too"
{Ya'll gonna love the Remix]
"Una furtiva lagrima"
sampled by and mixed by
Malo Phatt and Grinny Gal
of "ya'll Cute" Music Company
Songs By Us LLC
Right On Ya'll Music
Desert Disco
and Big Beats appears courtsey
of All Ya''ll Album Company LLC
Thanxs and Greet worked real hard ya'll
they worked real hard!
Act I:
Gaze a burning gift of a rainbow kaleidoscope reflecting a passage into the wavering pine of mesmerizing clouds and surreal meadows with candy mushroom tops and valleys of poured sugar.
Did this mean the blood was the seal of the damned or sweeter to drink with golden cups?
The fox stared deep in my eye and climbed a tree, not here I thought, and he giggles “what do you mean?”
I stammer my mind a mettle mess of mayhem, “can you help me?”
Eyes glow predatory but his lips smirk sly, surely kindlingly and honest;
“please, never look to places with keys for hidden secrets and chests, inside you’ll find pretty objects but not what you seek to unvest, knives are very much better such handling of tasks, start at the neck - work your way down your breast, use your flesh to catch the splattering mess.”
With that he was gone into the verdantly plush green leafs above, sly foxy fellowships, friendly.
Brandishing my double-edged blade, began my tale, shrieks permeate — a flock of birds bursting into the sunset, rolls the orb to gray and the sky nigh, best with a shot of gin, no ice, like it warm on the velveteen with a wink.
Act II:
Ossuary of flesh shimmering under the leering moon, such an elegant hue muscle a sinew in the shimmering pool of what I once was. Now a skeleton bear to roam as a zombies queen of matter and bone where larva bore holes for homes and worms sew tendon and skull together.
Bonfire in the distance, mounds of vitae enacting the ritual of debauchery from unseen eyes, but mine of course — as I drink in their essence of life, they didn’t go quietly as I picked them from my teeth - one bye - one by - canine to tongue and lather a few final words for the feasts fete.
Blue-eyed topaz sparrow looked to me for aid and encouragement — I could not bare such malice, kept her in a cage above the fire place, heat a simmer but not enough to ruffle feathers, just *poof* them to smoke.
“why are you doing this?”
such a sad tone and my reply didn’t help her soul.
“because the fox said so.”
THE SPACE DREAM CATCHER
Shaded particles of worlds, minuet fragments of space debris,
Cascading amongst the blackened vials of the solar sphere,
Tiny glittering remnants twinkling in a black abyss of isolation,
A cold field of starlight diamond dust.
At point zero’s inner flash point, lies the flat line of complete
Silence, a deadened zone of no return, suctions seductive
Realm a black hole in the center of banishment to existence.
Or is this the scientific interpretation of the end of our
Universe, nay feel the tribal feathers flickering in the
Vast void, releasing the winds of freedom liberation,
It speaks ever so softly, whispering in ancient ledges native
Tongues, of the sacred dream catcher, in the heart
Of our universe.
Layers of the textured timeless, sparkling finite tears
Of the infinite drifting in this special anomaly, what
Tapestry’s blanket could be more beautiful than thus,
Delicately woven on the looms of the angels of heaven
Themselves.
A spiritual illumination of tranquility's butterfly,
Soaring amongst the tidal rifts of time and space,
Fluttering wings of inspiration, imagination, uplifting
Igniting this Solaris cloak, awaking the eye of this
Sleeping dreamer, and oh how do the stars wink
With its brilliance of shine.
Light wave benders ushering, yielding to the swaying
Brushes strokes of gravitational artistry of the divine,
Art imitating life let it lives, the unconscious spiritual
Presence inhales, exhales, breathing in its uniqueness
Of refinement a beating heart, ageless.
Fly forward sacred butterfly, deliver our tribal
Message of enlightenment unto the Great Spirit
On the heights vast divide, feel the winds of liberation
Beneath thy wings currents, and merge beyond,
Limitations dreaming realm.
Shaded particles of worlds, minuet fragments of space debris,
Cascading amongst the blackened vials of the solar sphere,
Tiny glittering remnants twinkling in a black abyss of isolation,
A cold field of starlight diamond dust.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
(In the 80's, Pueblo, Colorado, poets Kyle Laws and Tony Moffeit played cemetery zombies in a Pueblo-directed, written and filmed horror movie, "Curse of the Blue Lights". They and Wrulf Gunkl VonGlashaus agreed to write poems, either entitled with or containing the line: "I was a zombie in the curse of the blues lights”.)
I was a zombie
in the curse of the blue lights,
phosphorescent dream,
And zombie, I found, is something you'd better do before you cross over,
people won't recognize you, you won't look the same
if you wait until too long after you're gone,
and zombie's what happens when your brain short-circuits on a frenzied emptiness of mind
staring out into the night through your glassy eyes,
the air both suffocating and liberating,
You exist, are there, yet not,
intensely exhibitionistic,
The stars look like billions of voyeuristic eyes bulging and winking with lurid fascination,
owls crouch on barren branches overhead,
their eyes rolling and twisting,
measuring an unsteady rhythm as they follow your lurching reel
through time narcissistically mirroring itself in endless loops without apology,
You're a zombie in the curse of the blue lights,
impossible to tell if you, the night, time, the stars and very air - beginning to stir -
are warped,
the tombstones looking like unusually large pebbles on the sands of a foreign, yet familiar sea,
like abnormally high speed bumps in the road to where you know not,
as the wind begins prayer in a low howl above which the owls begin a late-night requiem:
"Hoo, hoo, hoo-o-o!"
until you groan: "You, you, you - well, actually, it's me, me, me!"
groaning, lurching, reeling
until you collapse with a vague knowledge and a smile on your face,
rising soon to the dance, again,
since the night stretches before you,
the stars still winking and beckoning you to lean into the reeling minuet
until the dawn of realizing you are a zombie in the curse of the blue lights and the
cemetery of your own mind... no drug in
the world could be more effective...
As the earth dances in a stately minuet about its celestial lover
Bringing forth in its progression a season of rebirth and colour
Conferring on the land and air an anticipation of sweet romance
Dawn lights the clear blue sky as the earth pirouettes in its dance
Everywhere the dance of the sun overthrows the mantle of white
Fingers of ice loose their hoary grip freeing imprisoned fairy and sprite
Gone is the stillness of river and stream, bonds broken are now so fleet
Having been released to join the world in its magical dance so sweet
In valleys a carpet of snowdrops dance under newly dressed trees
Joyfully rainbows of wild flowers lift their heads in slow graceful degrees
Kissed gently with the love of the sun those that slumbered through
Long days of ice and snow now arise to join the dance and life renew
Meandering brooks reflect the colours of gossamer wings dancing above
Nascent larvae spin and twirl through shimmering crystal to a song of love
Over mountains high the soaring eagle watches life’s dancer’s move to the dream
Purple, red and pink a rainbow of perfumed colour is everywhere to be seen
Quietly bees move in perfect harmony with the dance as it has always been
Rivers once barren now teaming with life striving against the flow
So return to their beginnings, the dance draws them on with its glow
The dance brings all together and the joy of new life is the songs refrain
Upon the highest peak the cloak of white continues its frigid reign
Victory for the Suns fiery dance unattained still one icy realm does remain
Winter’s promise is here written that its dance shall usurp the land again
Xerxes in all his splendour does not compare to this timeless battle so arcane
Yet still the dance goes on for its brief time as the riot of life covers our earth
Zealous are the gods of our world’s beauty when they sing the song of rebirth.
Written 27/02/2015
I’m in Berlin. It’s nineteen eighty-four,
The Army on the Rhine, and I’m a nurse.
I’ve got an ego like an exocet,
(it’s safe enough, if regularly flattered),
and I have had enough of NAAFI-lore.
Four Powers – us, Froggie, Yank and Soviet –
have brought down on ourselves an endless curse:
we dance a careful monthly minuet
whose point is to uphold a badly-battered
self-image. Think of Tet – Lest We Forget!
A Captain of the Royal Medical Corps
(as sexy as a Wootton Bassett hearse)
Says, “Kathy, we’ve a mission for you, pet,”
(I got the feeling I was being Sepp Blattered).
She says, “We’ve carved you out a special chore.”
“We’ve got one inmate who’s a tad upset,
And you, we think, can put him in reverse ...”
The drill went on outside. Each pirouette
was polished like a boot. As if it mattered!
“Democracy will long be in your debt.”
As Häftling Hess held back the spring-hinged door,
his manner was teutonically terse.
I was the only woman that he’d met
in forty years. His chessmen were all scattered.
A single sock lay supine on the floor.
“So masculine, this space, I must regret,”
(all Germans, speaking English, think it’s verse),
“If I would say ‘bekom’, may I use ‘get’?”
He kept his overcoat on as we nattered.
I wore my civvies – Pringle puce twin-set.
He told me that my chess was very poor
(if anything, the practice made me worse:
but I won the NAAFI Cup that year, no sweat!)
His sense of self was ruinously shattered –
meticulous, but crap at keeping score!
I owe that man some sort of spiritual debt
(the kind of due you never reimburse),
that coelacanth in Spandau’s gloomy net,
his only greatcoat permanently spattered
with garden filth (and permanently wet!)
Whenever I think back on what he wore,
in my imagination I rehearse
short back and sides, the top still black as jet,
that turtle head, so wizened and so battered,
and I am not now what I was before.
Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream,
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream?
Then at the moment I pondered, what and why?
I heard a musical chorus from somewhere nearby.
Though immersed in reverie, I became aware,
it was Nature, I could hear borne upon the air.
Firstly the drumming, of a Woodpecker’s tattoo,
aroused me to ask of myself - what, where and who,
chose this peaceful, summer afternoon to play
harmonic rhapsodies, on this warm summer's day?
Next came the low humming of swarming bees
seeking a new home, in the overhanging trees.
With low-key droning, they enhanced the melody,
and provided basic fundamentals, to the rhapsody.
When a flock of songbirds, added their melodious tune,
I knew I was favoured by nature, that afternoon!
When frogs in chorus added their courting song,
to join Blue Jays shrilling, I knew it would not be long
before others would arrive to add their melodic call
to bestow talents, which would be welcomed by all.
Next Mourning Doves, singing of love in a soft duet,
gave cause to wonder, if perhaps I'd hear a minuet?
At this moment Skylarks, performing an aerial ballet,
reached new heights, in a brilliant, aerobatic, display!
This latest addition to the fast growing choral group
was the ultimate perfection. As members of the troupe
continued unabated, suddenly a clap of thunder heard,
brought the chorus to an end, and every beast, bird,
bee, insect and even the breeze was stayed!
As they all left, I was saddened and dismayed,
for Nature's orchestra that I had heard this day,
was possessed of talents, seldom heard this way.
It left me wondering if it had been a dream,
that I had enjoyed as I dozed by the stream?
But further thought was cut short, as the hush
was a reminder rain approached. So left in a rush!
Rhymer 26th August, 2016.
Proms linger in promised rings.
I gave you love in a band and
On your hand my love sings.On
Forever a song in my heart for you.
In a dress to the floor, red ribbons too.
I remember you.....
I remember you too.....
Walking through the door I saw.
Handsome in your pants and a bow tied two
little knots in your chest just under the vest
ribbon of rose buds nestled in trio.
Is this real?
I remember the car it was black,
driving fast destination on track,
shattered window after we got back.
Time worP pulling fast at my eyes,
Black JackET I can still see you cry.ing
Promise made at the prime of our lives.
Given faith to the day you're my wife.
Waiting here I have been for my life.Time.
Writing square with my pen for your ear,
Circles into bubbles so you hear, how I care.
My Love singing in the air. Everywhere.
I'm Write Here~
~True~
~I Am To Hear~
~Love.Is.You~
PeAce.
tri·o (tr)
n. pl. tri·os
1. Music
a. A composition for three voices or three instruments.
b. A group of three singers or three instrumentalists.
c. The middle, contrasting section of a minuet, scherzo, march, or various other forms.
2. A group of three.
Wiki
Noun 1. deuce-acedeuce-ace - the cardinal number that is the sum of one and one and one
tercet, ternary, ternion, terzetto, three, threesome, trey, triad, trine, trinity, trio,
triplet, 3, III, leash, troika, tierce
digit, figure - one of the elements that collectively form a system of numeration; "0 and
1 are digits"
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/trinity
n. pl. trin·i·ties
1. A group consisting of three closely related members. Also called triunity.
2. Trinity Theology In most Christian faiths, the union of three divine persons, the
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, in one God. Also called Trine.
3. Trinity Trinity Sunday.
Former champions (World Heavyweight and Tag Team champions)
were managed by manager Solfege Virtuoso. Trying to regain
their now lossed titles
the manger withdrew them from contention
and disallowed their return match clauses.
He fired them and replaced them with new members in his stable.
He told his former proteges that they had" fell off the Horse and the
saddle had been refitted for someone who understood what winning was all about!"
He bough in "The Hoss" Barrence Gonzales
and "the Ox" Jigero BluBarb( " Ox of Oaxaca") who
were former champions in three different organizations.
Their reputations preceded them, they
were guaranteed a title match and so was the guy who was
to defeat the World Champion upon
he first match and title opp,
in this new to him organization.
The introduction of " Lavender" Capucine Ferreira bough a quietness
across the arena and it was the beganning of the end of
the current worlds champions reign.
The promoter were said to have agreed to the managers terms
only at lunchtime the day of the
television taping. Minuet Dancer the representative of
the organization spoke of A new Narrative or a Climax to
a great story". They named the show
" Fate,and Fear, ". The managers dealing bought a new since
of change
to an organization who had a championship wrestler who worked tirerestly to promote
his style of wrestling, to be defeated by a showmen who enjoyed wrestling
and could out wrest nearly any one on the chart. This only prompted the former champions
and the now fired member to unite and recreate their selves and there approach.
They sought the wisdom of Ruggero Doolins, a manager who
had been a color commentator. They wore masks and got evening jobs .
Know one thought they were who they were
after all those guys worked for another company.