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A Cog in The Machine
Life advances their kind of entrusting stays,
origin of roots possessing foundation,
flung to care sprouts variable promises,
~~executes each seed.
The great void advents the id of emptiness;
launched needs, yet farfetched and demanding the task,
contending the fathom fact of dimensions,
~~inception account.
Countless bearings operate the mechanism,
instants cognitive effortless life makers,
quintessential beats absence into the void,
~~marked units of time.
Simplistic explanative of a machine,
the inner workings of every component,
jointly toiling as a singularity,
~~a fitting duty.
A pristine canvas lengthens on a tripod,
while a sable paintbrush jabs an empty point,
visionist Seurat and Signac rethink art,
~~Pointillist purview.
A concert hall seasons an orchestra pit,
woodwinds, brass, percussion, strings, keyboards, chorale,
symphonic blends as a meek piccolo peal,
~~a highest-pitched tune.
The world is our stage where we fulfill our roles,
all taking part in a scene that is rehearsed,
a constant performance since opening night,
~~functioning beings.
Inconsequential entity's conjuring
queries who's who, what's what drives absoluteness,
amassed strays, exacts focus o'er all, for I ...
~~... am the unique one.
2022 May 17
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 30
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 May 29
*Title #3
HMS; 11,11,11,5 syllables x 32 lines = 8 sapphic stanzas
Page 4 The Lost Souls Saloon
With a wave of her hand
The cowhands all dispersed
Then she spoke to me some words
I'm sure were well rehearsed
She leaned a little forward,
placed her palm 'long side my cheek
Said, "I could be the one,
if it's companionship you seek"
I admit she put a smile
on my ruff and worn out face
and my eyes began to wander
down her corset made of lace
Then she grabbed me by my vest
as she pulled me from the chair
dragged me 'cross the floor
and made me stumble up the stairs
We landed by a door
when she pulled me by my shirt
Then slammed me 'gainst the wall
and said "please now make me hurt"
I was taken back and tongue tied
So I answered with a kiss
and though I've been with gals before
There was never one like this
Then I entered through the door
Seeking conquest and its glory
As cast aside my faith
In this place called purgatory
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The issue's not yet signed and sealed.
Three cogent answers hold the field,
and no-one knows which is the best.
I'll set them out before you, lest
the question go a-begging.
First
(and this one's frequently rehearsed,
but holds least clout - at least with me),
the Mason-Dixon Line must be
the great divide: South, slavery,
North, freedom. Dixon, Dixie - see?
The trouble is that way back when
those two unstinting Englishmen
surveyed the Line, none under heaven
(we're talking seventeen sixty-seven)
could care a cuss if blacks were pressed
to toil unpaid at whites' behest.
And Delaware, by no means least
of slaving states, lies north and east
of said divide.
Manhattan, now:
though it may try to disavow
a past that wasn't quite PC,
New York had sloughs of slavery.
A Mister Dixie held some lands
(right where the Guggenheim now stands):
the human property he owned
led folks to talk of "Dixie's Zone"
whenever slaves were being mentioned,
and gradually, by extension,
this came to mean the South. Could be.
Pursuing perspicuity
is noble in itself, and so
I offer as my final throw
the one which really should have won
(who measures merit, though, by fun?)
Louisiana, sovereign state,
sought (sensibly) to circulate
its very own banknotes. Problem was,
the Cajun cash collapsed, because
nobody trusted it. Each bill
was written in (for good or ill)
official French, so - quelle caprice! -
each sawbuck said, not ten, but "dix".
Thus, Dixie's fixed in every brain
as something quaint, quixotic, vain.
I have had some embarrassing moments in my life for sure,
Well, there was the time in Grade One when I peed my pants;
At a dance once, three girls wore the same dress as me,
And one day wearing high heels I tripped on the bus.
But I think the most embarrassing moment came not long ago,
I fancied myself a dancer so I joined a local jazz group;
Not some one evening a week deal but the real thing, a school,
We rehearsed three times a week and at home.
Of course, to be a dancer one must look the part of a dancer,
So I invested in shoes and outfits and all the sparkle;
We were rehearsing for a Christmas recital in a theater,
And I knew all my steps, they were etched in my mind.
The night of the recital I was so nervous, well we all were,
We were on stage and my family and friends had come;
The music started and I forgot every single step, I froze,
When a part for spinning came, I spun myself away.
I hung up my jazz shoes after that and never went back,
Embarrassing stuff happens in life and no one ever dies;
But it can still dwell within and hurt your confidence and pride,
Oh as a little girl, I put my hair clip in a electric outlet,
once . . .
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September 21, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Embarrassing Moment
Copyright Protected, ID 15-711-140-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Embarrassing Moment,
sponsor, Mystic Rose
First Place
You had it all wrong.
You were never a fling,
And there was never an ex.
You were his first—never a flex.
We warned him not to simp,
That it was a sign of weakness;
That men must never love,
That body counts matter more than a GPA.
We warned him
You would make him vulnerable.
Now he finally sees why.
We said he'd want to marry you,
And every word came true.
So, did you feel the same?
Now he knows
He was never the only man.
But was he the main?
Were we really honest?
Is this the true meaning
Of love is blind?
Must love make us blind,
Or are we simply blinded by it?
He rehearsed his pickup lines:
"You're hotter than lava."
"I hate my last name—can I give it to you?"
And you smiled...
Was it genuine?
He believed we'd never lie to him,
And we always warned him about you.
But mistakes make us wiser.
Even so,
He would still choose you again.
Uncooperative
self reliant
unhelpful or
unwilling to asit
often done to
achieve benevolent
goalies
prioritizing the
well being of others over
the well being of ones self.
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A great dancer both were
they made the jealous fool admitt.
Both are great dancers
but I wish him to
quit their alliance
and be part of mine
anything else is seen as
foolish and unproductive.
Due to the rigors of time
and finding love with another
he came to his senses
and reached out to those
who wished him apart of
there dance team
they met, they agreed, they
rehearsed, they developed a routine
something performers
would envy and what audiences
would demand.
They met at the right time
in there life before
they were to mean
from the rigors of experience
to see a future that
would included one another
There next obstacle was
finding the right sound
to be the backdrop
for the Movement of Collaborative
People
Love's Embrace
Pre-dawn light peeks
Softly through windows
Lightening shadows to gray
Leaving silhouettes as eyes
Open in drowsy heaviness
Only to realize you observe
Every detail in the quiet.
A long masculine arm raises
The blanket in silent welcome
As we begin a well-rehearsed
choreography of body meeting body.
Naked breast to chest,
we lie in love's warm embrace.
Dark fingers stroke blonde hair
As feminine fingers trace through
a mat of soft crispness over chest.
Occasional kisses rain down--soft; sweet
As relaxed sighs whisper
through our intimate cocoon of comfort.
Deep contentment spreads
With every swish and beat..
Tha thump- tha thump- tha thump- tha thump
Beneath my ear as our hearts match rhythm.
Two souls intertwined in the joy of being
Commingled bodies
At rest
At peace
As the pre-dawn light peeks softly
Through our bedroom window
The moment you admit it—
everything gets heavier.
Not lighter.
It's not freeing.
It gets heavier.
Because now
you can’t pretend that you don’t see it.
You notice it
in every conversation
because they all feel rehearsed.
Every smile that doesn’t quite reach
where it used to.
Every version of yourself
you built just to survive—
now standing in front of you
like strangers
wearing your face.
And the worst part?
Some of them worked.
These versions of you-
They kept you safe.
They kept you loved.
They kept you from falling apart
when falling apart
was all you wanted to do.
So now,
you have to choose—
between the life
that protected you
and the truth
that might destroy you.
And no one tells you
how lonely it is
to choose the truth anyway.
While most "old" music terms are still in use, some specific, less common words include descant (a high, concurrent melodic part), duet (for two performers, contrasting with modern duo), and dulcimer ( an American stringed instrument, now often called lap dulcimer). Older terms often refer to a specific function within a piece, like descant, or a specific instrument, like dulcimer
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Sacré bleu I had startled her
a specific function asked her
bought this annoying word to light
it was spoken after his request for a
specific type of singing during the song
they had rehearsed.a high concurrent
melodic part where the song seems to
stand still as a ooh's and ah's create a transitional
sound but first the Soprano must hold a note for
33 seconds the sound is to be mixed into the song
but during a concert it is added right into
the song giving the lead vocalist a 35 second
break to restart the song in a different tempo
Little stringed instruments and brass horns
and a snare and kettledrum music section
he want to use a nord stage 4-88 but the power
wasn't available in the area. So Gariben repurposed
a flat screen tv into a solar panel and we were on our way.
The tent were we practice doesn't have the aucoutics to record
but we are studio bound. 25 members of the orchestra
will combine with the "Jinx" band to perform Tensail's best: aint that right Tensail? Tensail say's Yeah!
SWANSONG
The greatest performance of my life,
I gave at that audition.
I’d studied the role for days on end,
Perfecting my rendition.
I’d rehearsed the scene a hundred times,
Studying each inflection
And, as I stood upon the stage,
I knew I’d reached perfection.
I stood there in the spotlight
And delivered my very best.
The director up there in row F
Was sure to be impressed..
When I’d finished he thanked me
For coming along today,
But he said I wasn’t quite right
For that particular play.
In fact, he told me frankly,
It was his firm impression,
That, to make a decent living,
I was in the wrong profession.
I thanked him for his sage advice
And made my exit fast.
The greatest performance of my life
Had proved to be my last.
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