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Critic is a Singer
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Vocal nonsence yodeling,mumbling, laughing, growling and humming!
Voices that replace instrumnets and sung to an improvised melody. Simular to vocalese a soothing sound or a loud brassness. Incorparated into other genres a fusing compliment to the temperment of the artist to allow fans to apprecate the artistic value of collaberations. Soobing on a recording and getting paid for it.
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The show
the show
come see the show
we'll laugh and mingle
Love song to make you tinhle
and smile with your signifcate other
it might be the night
your female freind becomes your
lover
a groove to make you move
some sounds to make you dance
romantis lyquistic to make you
stop for some romance
holding hands and dancing
we all together
we as people
permition from the weather
come to the show
have a good ole time
some rendisons
some one of a kinds
come on heree have ah real goodtime
the choose is your's
the show is miine!
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Hier Encore"---performed by Riens Doux
used with permission by Madam Equipe de Putes LLC
A Sernading Collabertive Music Co.
York and Essex Connection Inc.
Yorkshire Music Firm
A Pigeon Carrier Publishing Co.
New Bruswick Music Sounds
Women of Newfoundland
and "Lined Pockets" appear
courtsey of
Shine On Music Co.
Dressed to Trill
Veiw from the Better Position
challenges in life
positivity wins race
music fulfills soul
Holly bragged to be awesome singer
fans believed she should be the winner
until joined acclaimed contest,
she tried to perform her best
heartbroken~ trophy eluded her.
playing harp with soft delicate fingers Holly's music came alive
January 21, 2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Syllables checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
I’m in the band called “Beg Your Pardon”
Our latest, “The Luddits Headway”
Sells well, and the “Forest of Arden”
Our hit, has got some airplay
There ain’t no plans for touring though:
The phase of changes lingers on
Our singer left to form the “Zoo”
Our drummer yesterday has gone
The reason was the weak attendance
Our captive crowd went away
Eventually, our independence
Drifts in the truest luddits way..
For goodness sake, I’m not complaining
You see me busking every day
Still “Beg Your Pardon” stuff I’m playing
Although it sounds a bit too plain
In my rendition, but who cares
The people pass me on the street
Last night a lady from upstairs
Came down, and we talked a bit
She was a bassist in “Murango”
An ethnic band that played worldwide
I put some jazz, we danced a tango
Got a few clappings in the night.
I learned what I needed to know about poetry from Shel Silverstein.
Poetry does not have to be high society or serious.
It can be humorous, common, funny and fun!
I love Silverstein's books and his cartoons, he is my inspiration.
Weirdly enough, I am a cartoonist, a painter, and an artist.
In addition to being a poet, Shel was a singer and songwriter.
I have often wondered if I could write songs; I believe I could.
Sometimes Silverstein’s punchlines are so funny I howl.
I do not always strive for humor, but I am delighted when it happens.
Thanks to his unique voice, I felt that poetry was “obtainable”.
I knew that it was “manageable, and doable.”
His poetry gave me hope, and inspires me still.
MIDNIGHT SHOW
At midnight butterflies must dance,
'Cause bright Full Moon started to sing ,
smiling and casting cheerful glance !
At midnight butterflies must dance.
An exciting nice happenstance.
Butterflies flapping restless wings.
At midnight butterflies must dance.
Music of Moon : Melodious.
Wings of butterflies to shiver
listening to song mellifluous.
Music of Moon : Melodious.
Dance and song ran spontaneous.
Singer and Dancers in fervour.
Music of Moon : Melodious.
Wings of butterflies to shiver.
Butterflies to dance ! Moon sings song.
Stars are spectators to be charmed.
Splendid show continued night long.
Butterflies to dance ! Moon sings song.
Perfect rhythm, nothing went wrong.
Meteors and comets got alarmed.
Butterflies to dance ! Moon sings song.
Stars are spectators to be charmed.
The alarm interrupted my sleep with the urgency of lust
or sudden inheritance - only to end up being neither.
“Alexa, good morning,” I say, as I stretch. My room lights illuminate - in red mode - like a submarine lit for night routine and my Keurig springs to life.
How could someone living my dull, slow, academic life be so walking-dead tired in the morning? After all I got - trying to focus on my tiny Apple watch - 4 hours sleep. I rubbed my dry eyes and auroras traveled across my lids.
When I pull open my drapes, all I see is a waning moon suggesting light to a dark world. I step around abandoned clothes, lying where they fell like soldiers.
Aggk! I recoil when I see a three-day-old corpse in the mirror.
Ugh, gross, I fell asleep wearing my facial detox mask.
My clock reads 5:40am. I whisper to my AI, “Alexa, what’s today’s forecast?” “Currently, It’s 21°, today will be sunny with a high of 27°” she whispers back.
In a moment of non assignment related forethought, while tooth brushing, I strip my pillowcase, tossing it on a pile of dirty clothes next to the full hamper of equally dirty clothes.
MattyBRaps begins throbbing “Little Bit” in the room next door. That means Leong’s awake - she’s obsessed with a 15 year old boy-singer on YouTube.
I wiggle into my spandex, grab my iPad and water bottle, then head down to the basement gym. I can replay my chemistry class while walking on the treadmill.
Good morning.
Here I stamp these words of mine,
free styling another rhyme.
Attempts with you to converse,
there it goes- was just one verse!
For the second- words of truth,
once was great when at my youth.
Always wrote; enjoyed it so,
sometimes words are hard to flow.
T'is the third and more to come,
must stop counting; not a sum.
Sort of like a song that's sung,
letting go of one I clung.
The best singer- I am not,
for lyrics sung-I forgot.
A tune inside? Yes, I guess-
inside I sing with such zest.
Scale going up in pitch,
out of water is the fish-
wishy washy row by row,
engine on so I will go...
Buckle up and you take heed-
poetry is what you need.
Tired already- must take rest,
leave a comment; be my guest.
Something terrible has happened to the entire world, we've lost Christopher Lee.
He was Count Dracula and he was also Saruman in The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
He starred as Francisco Scaramanga in a James Bond film and as Lord Summerisle in The Wicker Man.
He believed that his greatest performance was as Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of modern Pakistan.
He starred in two Star Wars movies as Count Dooku.
He was a talented actor, a singer and an author too.
Sadly, this fantastic thespian has died at the age of ninety-three.
People are shedding tears as we say goodbye to Christopher Lee.
(Dedicated to Christopher Lee who died on June 7, 2015.)
Don't forget to remove the Bay leaves from the
pot.
Make it easier on yourself
put the bay leaves and rosemary sprig
in a cheese cloth.
I'm in most incline to agree
yet some deemed them useless
almond ash and hickory ash
was used to create a super
strong aroma.
Pungent and earth friendly.
TENUTO___
The Zoomies
a group of five
songstresses
Clutter ( a Contralto Alto)
Clowder ( Contralto Soprano)
Glaring ( Mezzo- soprano)
Pounce ( the Soprano)
Bunting(Contralto)
allorubbing
glissando
tremolo
trill.
Piano!
Piano!
Staccato< paino
an detached and fast tempoed!
She detached her relationship
to be seen as more uncaring
toward the male gender.
She said such allowed her to negotiate
from being lesser involved from actually
being responsible
inside a fully functional relationship.
The legend goes that 1n 1887 at a festival somewhere unknown.
A group of Women who were hired to perform and were allowed
to have concessions.
The woman (The Zoomies) were fixing to serve up some delicious foods.
An inspection by a local there
who looked troubles in the face with a laugh, came up
to the head cook in the busy campground.
He told the woman she better take those bay leaves out of the soup
before someone starts complaining. The woman didn't take to kindly to this citified person
turning his nose up at her with an order. She sat the hot pot on the piano (according to legend)
She went down in her blouse, and pulled out her mini firecracker canon and launch a firecracker at the visiting chef. It's said the shoot knocked off the gentlemen's top hat. People thought it was part of the show.
* Point of Reference- The guy is said to have come up to the stage while more then 50 people( paying customers) were there and said "the rat and kitty stew smell like beef: that b*tch better not forget to take the BAY LEAVES outta the pot" Another legend is said that 6 woman singer corner the fella and stood above him and releived there selves. Ans said while the guy was enjoying his supper a woman reached down in her blouse and pulled out her breast and asked the man did he want her to make it a french creame soup!"
The 27 Club is but a myth.
A lot of pop rock stars die also young
and in their 20’s; by coincidence,
four biggies of the Woodstock Era died
just years within each other, and their age
just happened to be 27, so
because of tragic deaths, these are the ones:
Joplin, singer of “White blues” was lonely.
Guitarist Jimi Hendrix was too reckless -
like wild, brilliant Doors’ Jim Morrison
and Brian Jones, a singer with the Stones.
All four did drugs and did them foolishly!
Years later, Curt Cobain in ‘94
used drugs and shot himself. He happened to
be 27; thus the term was coined!
A final truly tragic figure joined
the 27 Club by overdose:
Singer Amy Winehouse, who like Joplin -
imprisoned by her image - was so lonely.
Though many famous actors and musicians
are listed in this legendary “club,”
the focus goes to six iconic figure.
The club should be renamed “The Tragic Six.”
*Note: I was reading the history of this club and some have suggested
that in reality, this club is mainly about the "tragic Six"
Sept. 17, 2022
For Anthony Biaanco's The 27 Club Poetry Contest