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First greetings gaily given
Fair days brighten with benevolence
Feathered beacons warble crystal incessance
Favour of lurid lyricists to gladdened ears submitted
Choral phenomenas divulge
Cherished ownership of full freedom
Chasing open hopes, bigger skies speed them
Choices expanded grandly in latitude bold birds hold
Twig feet hop on pavement
Tentative hunters approach tid bits
Thrown among human realm, morsel interest
Tweased piece crumb bomb swallowed is savoured
Message singers send, blatant
Mindfully stay in sweet place of praise
Melancholy has proximity but elation will prevail
Masters of opportunity, gloss winged indignant makes it
30th November
What stirs the soul from hot to cold
and all degrees between?
What makes the earth spin
what moves the wind
what makes flowers grow from seeds?
What makes all the planets and stars
intangibly connected,
through space and time
like a dancing rhyme
mysteriously perfected?
What makes a child much more than its smile
even before it sees first light?
What makes it grow
what makes blood flow
what makes a wrong not right?
What made the first water on the planet appear
and created air to breath?
What makes oceans move,
urge us to seek, strive and improve
and follow our hearts, hopes and dreams?
What makes writers write and singers sing
and mountain climbers dare
to scale high peaks
because they seek
something majestically mystical up there?
What energy above and origin of love
could make a universe from nothing at all,
from the great Big Bang
to a human lifespan
beckoning us to follow its call?
Although some suggest it's a crapshoot at best,
I believe it’s quite simply explained:
when the Big Bang exploded
the Creator unloaded
His and Her Mind throughout its domain.
“I cross my heart and promise to
Give all I've got to give to make all your dreams come true
In all the world you'll never find
A love as true as mine”
(Quoted lines from I cross my heart by George Strait)
When my enticed eyes look at you
My heart pulsates with the cadence new
My soul absorbs your essence completely
Suffusing my senses with the feeling of glee.
“As I stand alone on this moon full night
For the first time I feel alone in life”
(Quoted lines from I’m ready for love by Martha Reeves)
Your alluring footprints I long to follow
To embrace you all the way I’ll go
When I feel empty and alone, I stand
At the edge of dark horizon in wasteland
You raise for me the silver moon high
Forever my love shines in night’s jeweled sky.
“I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright for once in my life”
(Quoted lines from Behind those hazel eyes by Kelly Clarkson)
In the scorched existence, listless and inert
When I turn into a dry lake in the desert
You bring the soothing rains of bliss
Make within me a sparkling oasis.
“All alone am I ever since your goodbye
All alone with just the beat of my heart”
(Quoted lines from All alone am I by Brenda Lee)
Wandering lost in the vale of desolation
I search for the missing passion
In the abandoned channel meandering
You flow the torrent of your yearning
Make a cascading river of desire in me surge
Flowing joyfully to the rapturous sea.
“It was hard for me to see when
When your love was blindin' me
But now, I know I have to let you go your separate way”
(Quoted lines from Learn the hard way by Brandy Norwood)
In the burnt garden in summer of despair
When I appear as a wilting bud I feel you’d care
Bring rains and drench me again in love shower
Make me blossom for you as a radiant flower.
(The lines from the mentioned songs of the named singers
are within quotation.)
Question for candidates:
Assuming you preach what you most exegetically practice,
how has your campaign prioritized
carbon footprint reduction,
investment in ecosystemic cooperative policies and procedures,
disinvestment in Business As Usual competitive self-promotion,
in both economic
and political,
secular
and sacred,
natural body
and spiritual mind governance
strategies?
Permacultural candidate response:
We avoid compromising our present
to invest in our future;
and refuse to compromise our shared future wealth
by divesting of our present health sustaining values.
Win-Win economic planning
seeks to optimize our future
by optimizing love's seductive co-gravitating power
within our shared present;
co-redemptive mentor to co-loving mediation.
Campaign recruitment notice:
Only
Experienced
neurosystemic experiencers
experiencing trauma needed to apply here and now,
with here-now therapeutic intent.
Only
Known
enlightened knowers
knowing co-empowerment to be called
for mutually informative interviews.
Only
Danced
emotive dancers
dancing muses
to embrace permanent full-time co-redeener vocations.
Only sung
light singers
singing power
to become songs
sung by singers singing
beyond Earth's showers.
Only whole-open-systems
compassionately ecologizing economists' eco-normics
need cooperatively transact.
Only full-living capacity eco-political ecologists
eco-logosing
needed to continuously deepen revolutions
of love.
Only purposive purposers co-producing and consuming
meaningful healthy purpose
wanted by everyone wealthy everywhere
at all times
in all places
throughout all spaces
folding and unfolding and refolding time's streaming
sacred vulnerable
and transparent climax peaking places.
Grenadilla
It's a story about
a family of musicians
they lived a life where
they wished the world
to think of them as believers
and no-nonsense individuals.
It was said that Poppa
had 16 children with
two woman
all we know is that
this woman he'd married had 11
of his children and only the
third to last of them
was questionable as to who the father was
all who knew the Poppa said that he was the Father but
a memeber of the Womans family claimed they
had seperated and were dating outside of the relationship.
They went to the KitKat Club in the big city you see,
there they saw " The Mitty Duchess Show" with
Frizzy Mussay and the Grumpty Seven Singers
we they talked about the show for y4ears
always saying they'd like to go back.
They alway talked about music.
We the children were the same loving music and theather.
They wanted musicail instruments ; but
the father refused to buy them.
Saying that these things before him
were evil. Music is to consider a gift
but the foolishness of people
allows us to think anthing "live"
is evil.
He was really a mean man, he liked and loved
his family but loved the attention
he received from talking about his family to
people who were unmarried or in bad situations.
He was cursed and nearly beaten when he bought the subject up at the bar.
The guy told him to shut the $u@K -up and buy those knappy headed good-for-nothings
the dam44 instruments.
The Poopa called the man a punky F4gg$t saying he wasn't man enough to get a woman and he was to stupid to get a man. That did it the fist got balled up and people had to seprate them. That night he told his wife he'd need to go
to the campgrounds to get a job with the circus in order to have the funds to barley afford used and bashed up instruments.
Let’s sail away to Acapella,
A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller.
I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella
When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella.
It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as dowdy as Rhyl
But their choirs and ensembles will give you a thrill,
Acapella compares well to old Casablanca,
As you will observe once we have dropped anchor.
Their libraries don’t hold any musical score,
Acoustic folk singers are considered a bore,
All keyboards and trombones were sold overseas
And whistles restricted to football referees.
So you won’t hear the bagpipes of Kenneth McKellar
Or repetitive bass notes plucked by Paul Weller.
Your voice will entrance all the ladies and fellas
Once we’ve moored in the harbour of Acapella’s.
There fishermen bring ashore haddock and bream
Having sung shanties as a well-rehearsed team,
The salty sea breeze gives their voices a rasp
And the youngest amongst them let out a gasp!
Melodic and manly, the crews ride the waves,
Proud of their seamanship, masters not slaves,
They heed the advice of their mothers and aunties
But rarely acknowledge the source of their shanties.
Once a solitary busker was found in a yacht
And by all accounts he deserved what he got,
He was forced down the plank at the tip of a sword
Then his vintage viola was flung overboard!
On the pier you’ll find orators and callers at bingo,
But no jukebox is pumping out John, Paul or Ringo.
Pop or rock music gives locals the creeps,
It’s no wonder that George’s guitar gently weeps.
So, if Customs Control takes your squeezebox or trumpet
Don’t seek compensation, you’ll just have to lump it;
Those instruments go to a processing plant
Because singers are welcome but musicians aren’t.
We shall seek out the nightlife in numerous bars
Where the locals all sing without playing guitars,
Dodge the Lambrettas in quaint cobbled alleys,
Then stride across hills and along peaceful valleys.
So, if you’re tired of concertos or singles by Queen
Book a cruise to a place where they’re considered obscene,
It’s a magical island owned by Penn and by Teller -
The remote principality of Acapella.
So let us sail forth across the briny
In a luxury yacht - well furnished and shiny
To where your vocal range will be valued quite highly,
And you won’t have to sit through Baba O’Riley.
Day 1
I was defeated
That very first day
You held your baguette you had that Alizee sway
Love in Paris, always sweet in May
Days became months
Love became profound
We married and forever we said we'd keep
Our love, that grew like singers as Joe Dassin knew
Children danced and lumières were bright
Noël was heaven; we held our hands so tight
The journey was never easy, yet we knew we belonged
Our future was forever, until père called us home
The one day, when the autumn was almost done
From out of no where the sound of machine guns
Now its over, and the years have past
When pure evil took you, yet our love always lasts
I sing to les enfants, I tell them is alright
Your mama is above, in the heavens so bright
I kiss them and wrap my heart around their cuddly little souls
Only later, deep in the night
Do my tears begin to roll
Notes: Dedicated to the victims of the Paris tragedy in Nov 2015. Loosely based on an interview of one of the victims who lost his wife, and also loosely based on the song my Louane called “Jour 1”
Translations
Alizee means both “go” and is the name of a popular French singer
Lumieres in English means “lights”
Les enfants = the children
Many abandoned me; yet, I’m their very need.
Those that want me in place; are displaced, killed or imprisoned.
The dead are crying for peace; but not the living.
Though, dead. Yet, pursuing peace for the living humanity
The living humanity, yes, the living never sees my usefulness;
but what they got from denying me in the world, that matters.
Looking into the minds of singers of peace, they made deals, and get cash out.
The living humanities choose other things before me.
Only the dead knows my importance, they refused to smile in their decaying home- “grave”.
You talk about me openly, in your secret, you sponsor an attack on me.
I'm sad with those that my absence has made sad;
Who’s pursuing peace among you that write or speak about me?
As essential as your lives; so do I in your life.
Chase after me; ye that wants me like life, and I will add other things to you.
Ignoring me, there’s will be no humanities, and no life.
I’m feeling unsettled, as if the weight of my fears is creeping in; the thought of fading from everyone’s memory is haunting me.
Everyplace, and everywhere; they discuss me, yet, nothing…;
Chase after me, and reclaim your life and the world you once knew.
I'm that world.
Jesse Winchester was a not so known famous Singer and songwriter who wrote many hits. His songs were recorded by Don Henley, Jimmy Buffet, The Everly brothers, and other famous singers. One of his famous songs that did not get the recognition it deserved was Sham A Ling Dong Ding. Elvis Costello did a stage concert on Youtube and Jesse Winchester sang this song. People were left in tears. Well soon a quartet did the song and its harmonies brings you to a heartfelt place as the songs words play. First go to YouTube and listened to Jesse Winchester song Sham A Ling Dong Ding performed on stage with Elvis Costello. After hearing and taking in the meaning and harmony of the song then go to YouTube and type in Sham A Ling Dong Ding Doubledouble qurartet and listen to their rendition of this song in Acapella. Truly amazing... Jesse Winchester's music will live on.
Also here are a few hits from Jesse. I wave bye bye, Little glass of wine, Tennessee Waltz, and many others.
Inspired by Jack Ellison Poem Acapella Groups.
Michael Tor
P. Mauriat Eldon she spoke his name for all to remember.His name means basso with the augmentative suffix -one. Her belief was that he was Italian. She spoke of him with a Peking Duck inspired meatloaf with brown rice and cabbage. I love his tone and suttle temperament.Echolocation used to create his image.She spoke of his brother as somewhat clumsy: clownish even, Puchner I believe his name was:Pushner Eldon.He wore rings as Cymbal of His Excellence.The minute the night sky appeared he looked to me to be his: I laughed and called to his brother: who I loved in the night in tones of vengeful desire. The next evening Puchner looked again to me and my suseries of intercessory prayers where answered. Steeped full of desire I allowed him to love me: and was pleased and satisfied.His claves were a rhythmic pattern of satisfaction, soothing my longing and desire." With you,an Everlasting Love" I was a tempress of passion, a lyre beneath the flute! Propulsive grooves, that created a duration of want and need.
The oils of the supper plate coated my mouth as he kissed me..Issuing me published to the world. I stood beside him for day's and at night I loved him with a deep neverending ppassion.People had to cause us to stand before God as one. In such doings I had achieve all that a woman could acheive in finding: the satisfaction of belonging until I was made his before God and man. I smiled in delight that some saw me different: he who I had learned to love had made me steeped into oneness
Written by: Contraltos de Passionate
From the AlbumF3 to F5
"Sounds of a Woman in Love"
Troupes of Love-Troupes of Lovers
"Half way Thru"-
create and recreated
by Big Beats Music Co.
Usage of both male and Female
Background singers
Done with collaborated efforts with
the Intention to Impress Sound Team
and "Sumthang Special"
For Groove Chore Group
"Special Night" performed
with Modern Mixes
and Real Opera Music
with sum Twang from Groovey Beats
"Gotez to Be"
sang wiff C-Mid Octave
of The Same Name
(courtesy of Marriage Minded Album Co.)