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A-Roll and B-Roll

So It Seems
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By: Director Stagehand
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"Dinkle Hoarder!" she yelled repeating it several times.
What's a disklike hoarder? It's a person that introduces you
to a person so that you can be the one to divide an
 existing relationship.Oh an interloper: yeah that's it she said.
Then she resomed yelling, "you interloping *Bleep*!
Control:she likes to control, her dark traits where she instills
 jealousy into peoples lives so that they may envy the
 happiness of the newly formed couple. 
Some people want to feel power over others. Where wealth can't do--it
or the natural ability of beauty fails: hurt is how
she extracts revenge might he be alone and unable to be
loved ever again. She was so confident and cocky
using her position of Assistant Manager to create a playing field where she
was number one with full control over all involved. She introduced people
to his fiancée so they could mingle in his absence. And in his presence
she praised her as loyal to him. Today he found her with another woman and a guy.
" There they laid, entangled in there want: as he is fool against her doings,
then the home became a stage for the drama to unfold as he open 
the door to find them,caught in flagrante delicto: I take pride in your misery!" Thats when I just took him away from all of this and I cursed that evil woman! Thats when you came over!
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They invited members of a Movie making group
to the Mansion for supper. When the group arrived 
this drama was unfolding
some thought it was real. It was a hoax to
try to create interest into
the filmmakers project
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Form: Bio


Premium Member Adamina and Everitt

Adamina and Everitt 

Her rib it was before the Master lost the plot in evil Eden
when Bella Donna Adamina handed the fruit to her man

Deadly nightshade Everitt sensed he did not take God’s bate
‘I know my place she fights for women’s equal chances here’

Hell came first before the hedonistic pastures but the story
was fake narrative propaganda misconstrued representation

Wishbones candy apples fortune cookies when she climbed
his mountain unperturbed by twisted concubine conceptions

No blasphemous satanic verse but pages turned the roller coaster
and history of world ensued with passion’s flowers blooming large


18 March 2017

Narrative Two-liner Quintet from the Ministry of Truth

Premium Member TIME TO BE LIKE BEES

       TIME TO BE LIKE BEES
    (A Freestyle Tanka Quintet)

Once feared allergy,
back in 1963,
gave wisdom to me:
Learned from the sting of a bee;
we need hiving unity:-

Researching bee stings,
revealed much about beings
and disunity:
We need hived togetherness; 
reaping from the unity:-

Let’s get together,
sowing and reaping oneness
in all our labors:
Let’s be hived life’s weather;
surviving in shared meekness:-

In a life’s hiving,
let’s be about surviving;
stinging together:
Being for one another,
no matter what’s the weather:-

God’s our hive’s keeper,
his love, our living stapler;
faith, being our queen:
Our hived oneness always seen;
onederful onement, live streamed:-
Form: Tanka

Best Player of the Game

In the game of basketball, 
It's up and down the court; 
Ready to dribble and shoot, 
Each player shows his worth.

One cager emerges superb, 
From every angle scoring; 
He drives hard to the basket
As the fans stand, cheering.

He plays the center role, 
Standing six-foot-eleven; 
Armed with two big hands
As well as long fingers ten.

The heart of a champion
Beats in determination; 
Either offense or defense
Has an ample attention.

He knocks down three-pointers, 
Doing fade away jumpers; 
Hauling down big rebounds, 
Like a machine in four quarters.

He leaves the defenders in shock, 
Using his lateral quickness; 
He issues lightning-quick assists, 
Highlighting no-look passes.

Taking fouls from ferocious foe, 
He is strong in body and mind; 
He goes straight to the stripe, 
Making free throws from the line.

He blocks every single shot, 
Making a fruitful fastbreak; 
Doing double crossover 
To put an icing on a cake.

Hard to stop catch-and-shoot, 
Points his team pile up; 
But the other wants to take the lead, 
To emerge and win the cup.

In the last two minutes
The score is tied at 99 all; 
The great dribbler dunks, 
Wanting not to lose or fall.

After the tie-breaking shot, 
He steals from the point guard; 
He wants a step-back jumper
Done by the power forward.

But behold the other quintet
Defending so very tight; 
The lead remains at two, 
Until they make it all right.

The very exciting game
To overtime period goes; 
As both clubs deliver, 
Trading every shot that flows.

With half a second remaining, 
To give up no one does want; 
After the last full time-out, 
Both hope to be in front.

The ball now is in his hands, 
The score is still the same; 
He makes the last shot to earn
The best player of the game.
Form: Verse

Premium Member A Senryu Quintet Tribute To Black Patti, 1868-1933, And Sula Baye, 08,25,1943

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my blessed little Sister!
When we were young, Papa always called
You “Black Patti”!  Now we know why:


A Senryu Quintet Tribute To “Black Patti (1868-1933): **
        For My Sister, Sula “Black Patti” Baye (08/25/1943)

Water gives rivers life
I swanee, “Black Patti” gave
Life to the songs she sang:-

“Black Patti” felt that
Singing songs was to her, as
Sunshine to flowers:-

When “Black Patti” sang,
Flowers flooded world stages:
Concert Halls, sold out!

She was Mitilda
Sissieretta Jones: singing
Abolitionist! 

Black Patti, rather
Than Adelina Patti, was
Their Era’s Greatest!

    **When others sit down and do oursrorical research,
       They will know why Papa gave you that honor.  Go
       And enjoy another blessed year, perpendicular to
       Earth and Heaven.  To God Be The Glory. In the 
       Onederful oneness of the onement of Extended
       Family, Peace And Love, your favorite Brother,
       Deac.
Form: Senryu


Premium Member BE-BOP DOPE SOUL

"Yo, it’s a swingin’ machine, Man, popin' through the city like a late-night pulse/Soul groove in the gears, a brass-tuned Tower of Power  horn section that never clocks out/
Word from Bird slides through the air, quick as a sparrow in the valley of smoky jazz clubs/
Coltrane follows with a long, silver breath, reed-wide open as the horizon sets up the day/
The street becomes a jazz club man, don't ya know/ Soul Shack, sugar shack watch your back jack/
 a doorway of rock soul 45s stacked high, where the past nods to the future to be sure/
 Break it down, count down, the rhythm rebuilds itself in bricks to the soul jazz  tempo/
Nu Jazz banners wave, NEW YORK  Monday traffic slows to listen, and the gypsy cab, Latin tinge kool sound to refresh the hot summer day/ each car on their  horns like a big band sound  section/
Lou Rawls drifts in on a velvet breeze, baritone city slick, smooth in the morning/ His "Lady Love" waits for his embrace/
  Philly Joe Jones keeps the clock honest as he jams in hi-fi/ sticks snapping a cadence snare to bass drum that won’t quit/
Settin’ the soul jazz pace,  jazz hipsters  walk the line between memory and invention,  jazz players go toe to toe with the possibility of coming up with the new jazz thing/
 Work it  out, Mel Torme's "Comin' Home Baby" is out there, some were, every note a workout to dig up a new way to say the same thing/
over and over every chord change every beat every solo every Tenor conclave man, all night long/
Red Garland Quintet threads the Something Else needle on collective Improvisation with swingin' abstract jazz with  pocketfuls of tempo logic/
Rellin’ with the Fellin’ in, Man, It's Sonny Rollins he  folds space like a drum-major bending time, the horn colossus in his prime/
© Tony Adamo  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Austin Phrasis Quintet 4 Recited

PHRASIS 11
Imagination not mere fancy
transfigure the real,actual
and ideal with lyric of two
idyllic,melodious sweet and
sonorous.Mental indolence
clouded,enshrouded in obscurity
careless,even slovenly on the
sliding scale of inspiration in
musical verbiage.Perception,
vague at first becomes sentiment
,more definite,as thought or
reflection hazy in its inception
as we perceive and feel and
think within the boundaries of
personal taste and idiosyncrasy		
in this fruitful field.A lift in the lyrical
noticeable in the ear.
 From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus 
 
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Form: Verse

Premium Member Quintet Senryu For Lenore

My   Dearest   LENORE
                             My HEART and SOUL Miss YOU so
                                           I await my Death

                                             I Await My Death
                                    No one here, to shed a tear
                                          Only YOU MY LOVE

                                          Kisses I have missed
                                YOUR Beauty known in HEAVEN
                                          PRAY YOU wait for me

                                                 For  36  Years
                              YOU have ALWAYS owned my HEART
                                               Soon Togetherness

                                             My only BELOVED
                                  ALWAYS  Together--one  SOUL
                                               For   ETERNITY

                     Inspired by “ PROFESSOR “  Joseph Spence   who taught
                            Me the difference between a Senryu and a Haiku
                    Senryu--- about people or a person    Haiku--- about Nature

                    Dedicated to Christine Wessels  Hope this helps YOU Write
                             YOUR first  HAIKU, I look Forward to reading IT
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Into Nightscape

High above, the storm grows bizarre 
O maddened sea , rattling the mast;
My fate near water’s edge, aghast 
A life shuffling as night is cast
All dim except one single star.

Through smog, a fair siren appears 
Long the tresses, eyes made of green,
Rising to meet tempest’s bloodstream
In her lash, a shipwreck redeemed;
Calming my fright among hazed tears.

Ahead I lay on shoreline’s eaves
The buoyant glide of milder waves,
Softens with the nymph's hushed octaves
That even rough typhoon behaves;
As she coasts along, then leaves.

I wake to feel a heady scent
Lips tasting salt of restful night,
Upon dreamscape, snapshots delight
Till misty air grabs fancy’s flight;
Yet, her mystique leaves me incensed.



Contest: Your Best Poem #2
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Envelope Quintet Form Rhyme Scheme: a.b.b.b.a
5/5/2013
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Evening Resonances II

lovely
lonely
pristine
piano chord
reverberates
reflecting on silence
on a cold evening

piquant
placid
sustained
string quartet chord
whispers
seeking an answer
on a quiet evening


piano chord
reverberating
reflecting on silence


string quartet chord
whispering
seeking an answer



piano chord
reflecting on silence



string quartet chord
seeking an answer




piano
reflecting on silence







string quartet
seeking an answer






piano & string quartet
reflecting on silence
seeking an answer







quintet
reflecting on silence
seeking an answer








silent quintet
seeking an answer










silent 
answer

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