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Lyrics from the heart
Captured at the start
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
An extraordinary voice
My heart had no choice
From the first note,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
The wink of the eye
The charm of the guy
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
The shy, boyish smile
The clean, cool style
From the first note,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
Still none greater than
That true gentle man
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you.
(October 16th, 2022)
solitude descending over mountains at tangerine dusk,
a mellifluous Nightingale perched among green foliage and tender twigs,
crooned nature's most graceful sonata of happiness and sorrow.
sprinkling amber passion, it sang a symphony of love,
pouring its heart, weaving the story of eternal lovers longing for each other.
mesmerizing the audience with lavender dreams and hopes,
a dazed forest stood still ...
Robin, and Oriole, and Red Breasted Blackbird joined
its perfect cadence with delightful rhapsody of their own,
tiniest Hummingbird chirped the sweetest song of the forest,
the landscape turned into a perfect rendezvous of songbirds,
captivating entranced creatures amongst tallest trees,
shrubs and bushes, emanating lemon scent,
misty breeze rippling from birds’ wings, smelt saffron fragrance,
a chartreuse waterfalls falling on coral rocks, and.
gentle strokes of raindrops created a magical stream of melody,
gossamer mauve sunset twilight turned the vista
into a haven for musician birds
to celebrate purity and harmonious blessings of nature.
May 8, 2021
SECOND PLACE
Original Title: Voice Of Nature
Inspired by " Nature" Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
FIRST PLACE
For "N" Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
For Strand 1050 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
With you I could do it my way is a pleasure
If you go away my bouquet will be empty
I know you'll fill the vase forever and ever
Hey stay in the gray and green my moonlight lady
If you go away my bouquet will be empty
I can’t help falling in love with you at the hill
Hey stay in the gray and green my moonlight lady
The moon with the two lovers at the window sill
I can’t help falling in love with you at the hill
I cling to these feelings like the cup with the tea
The moon with the two lovers at the window sill
In your poems the love has been a friend to me
I cling to these feelings like the cup with the tea
We killed the ducks but love is on our side again
In your poems the love has been a friend to me
The chin crazy in love as we walk in the rain
We killed the ducks but love is on our side again
The red lilacs bloom in your breath when I need you
The chin crazy in love as we walk in the rain
The air that I breathe from your lungs smells of the dew
The red lilacs bloom in your breath when I need you
I know you'll fill the vase forever and ever
The air that I breathe from your lungs smells of the dew
With you I could do it my way is a pleasure
April 9, 2018
Music pantoum - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Musician: Julio Iglesias
Titles: 1) My Way 2) If you go away 3) Forever and ever 4) Moonlight lady 5) Can’t help falling in love 6) Feelings 7) Two Lovers 8) Love has been a friend to me 9) Love is on our side again 10) Crazy in love 11) when I need you 12) The air that I breathe 13) Hey
Catgut
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Gestures and facial expressions
they were advised to
differentiate between
both fact and fiction
to ensure that everyone was
on the same page
Clear points of ending and finishing
plus smooth, seamless transition
from one song to another
A segue is often without a break
in the music or performance
some conductors hire people specializing
in this field to ensure a
proper position
of professionalism taking on
the challenge gives the Liaison
more input on production
and gives the conductor
more time for creativity
unity and cohesion are key
it includes the responsibility of
beat tempo and dynamic markings of
each performance
a walking pace or moderate tempo
to Presto
it is important that all involved are wise to each definition
using examples to show the difference between the two
it is the responsibility of
the liaison to prepare the cast of musician
to there renditions of each
the conductor than can meet the challenge
of forging the perfection
of what has been determined
and composed
and adjusted and readjusted to
give the musical cast the most room
to be as perfect as possible
a demand for perfection
is often used in such professional settings
it is demanded from most active performers
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Songs that are written lyric first or Music first are
often given story to help promote the
interest to al involved
The Musicians and audience both are than fans
of the composers and Lyricists.
Written By:Pobl Yfory
I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).
A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and out.
As EarthMother's original staging womb
organically recreates
using the fractal language of DNA inscription,
prediction,
predication,
to recreate yet another individual soul,
as BrahmanEarth outside soul
is to AtmanEgo inside spirit
of dynamic resonance,
preferring regeneration as positive
as more power-indwelling
than degeneration as negative.
So, it was jarring
when this musical theologian
referred to human bodies
as machines,
rather than organisms.
Machines seem to be left-brain dominant
power reductions
as compared with
Left with Right-balancing organisms.
For robotic machines,
punishing or rewarding communities,
leviathan bureaucratic
autocratic societies,
lifeless planetary spheres,
power is either on or off,
energy is positive or negative.
For living organisms,
individual through holonically Earth-wombed,
power is both regenerative
and degenerative,
positive and negative;
Not digitally governed by our either/or switch
but analogically healed, developed
and wounded, decomposing
with both/and holistic interdependent consciousness.
Human nature
sounds like a robotic analogy
and hopelessly predictable,
dully rational
as a LeftBrain dominant machine.
Humane nature/spirits
feel organically metaphoric
polyphonic
polypathically rounded
theo/eco-logical music composed
and decomposed,
marvelously trans-rational
as left with right hemispheric balance,
rhythm, communal
pitch, cultural
resonance, EarthWomb global
Soul,
ZeroZone regenerative
more powerful than degenerative,
Yet organic cycles
and recycles,
purpose
and repurposes of life
decomposing death
require both
to recreate
recompose
recologize
recognize
theologize
musical soul
as powerful
resonant
both-thought/and-felt structure.
But, when we started singing together
I knew
for sure
he, as we,
feels more and better
as metaphoric musicians
than analogical machines.
Life can be strange indeed. I, for instance wear many hats. I am a husband, a father, a grandfather, a Christian, not a Christian, a musician, a poet, an Intra faith proponent, an artist, a worship leader, a sinner, a naturalist, an evolutionist, a skeptic, a scientist, a creationist.......... etc....... .Generally, I question everything, and I happen to think that that is healthy. So, for instance, to make my point here, when I am a poet and I wish to express a concept or a string of thoughts, I can at times feel restricted by say, the Christian hat, or the scientist hat. It should, however not be that way. I should be free to express myself without constraint, should feel free, because we have freedom of speech, or do we? Do you get what I am getting at here? Any comments would be appreciated.
To add something else here, some time ago now, I was reading about Zen Buddhism, and I liked what I was reading and could identify with it. However, because in my circle of friends and acquaintances I am generally known as a Christian, I was restricted in expressing my joy and excitement about what I was reading about.
This article is about the underground lyricist and outlaw musician. For other uses, see Zoltan Goliath, Brent Scorn, Lydia Fox, C. Günter Marrow, Elzbieta Bienga (disambiguation).
Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
Big Orange was a housecat gone wild
He'd eat my cat's food then he smiled
No more do I leave food out
He no longer has clout
He came back with wife and stepchild
Big Dog Great Pyrenees from next door
Said, "Cats one species I abhor".
Now they're three on the housetop
Where they are sure to eavesdrop
They surely lack grace and candor
They will hear everything I bark
Share the information with lark
Big Orange from his position
Hired a famous musician
Now they rock gossip out of the park!
Written: November 28, 2022
Contest: Children's Limerick
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I know silly, nonsensical work.
I see a problem with religion,
It's like a competition,
You can't just slip in.
They want you to fit in.
To help heal your sin.
"You can stay, on One Condition."
Tything an imposition,
Sects creating division,
Trying to see who will win.
What if GOD has a different mission?
Just listen to your intuition,
Not their newest edition,
Or blindly follow tradition.
Have the ambition,
Become a new addition,
A true Magician.
An end to all suspicion.
Put fear in remission.
God's the physician,
In the perfect position,
To bring dreams to fruition.
Come join the Coalition,
Life is the auditon,
Your the Musician.
Love is the ammunition,
To defeat opposition.
This is Your rendition,
You give it definition,
And GOD gets the recognition.
The one and only condition.
Thinkin' in Jazz
In the smoky air of a dim-lit bar, where the jazz notes are free to be/
I’m hittin’ the keys black-and-white, they dance under my fingers/
learning the language of the night, the pentatonic scale, my silent partner, whispering secrets through brass and wood, understood?
Musician to musician, we gather round, swapping stories like currency, what we did, what we missed, a note here, a pause there, the bandstand our confessional, step by step, we’re reaching, stretching toward the horizon of sound, to be the best, to be more than echoes/
But tell me, brother, sister, what’s your pulse beneath the rhythm? What’s your political stance, your economic battle, when the music swells and sways/
does it blow through your horn, or does it just linger on the edges? Man, are you for real? Chet Baker, Lee Konitz, Paul Motian, Charlie Haden, their spirits weave through your melodies, a fusion of giants/
reminding you, that you are in good company, finding the art in your horn/
finding yourself, the horn as a vessel, a portal to transcending into the musical universe/ It is said the echoes of the great horn players, live in every musician's jazz head/ like stars in a midnight sky, waiting to be discovered on the road of jazz/ a worthy journey/
between sets, I’m composing, a song in my mind, in the back alley of my jazz gig/
where dreams collide with reality, and every note is not about playin’ on a stage/
every jazz blow, a breath, and at this moment, I’m alive, thinkin’ in jazz.