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I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language. "Richard Peck"
Each living being has a birth-to-death cycle,
Existence is steered by pulses above our feeble,
Despite our tries, time neither ceases nor boosts,
This realism cannot be expanded to our disputes.
We dwell on our wildest foe, messing with posterity,
Is a thrilling, extraordinary occurrence a fatuity?
Sustain the flames that compel the plight of blankness,
Our egocentric disease of vanishing into nothingness.
Every day, people ponder why mankind is failing,
Those urged by audacity and vicious whys are winning,
Children lack pride and excitement for our success,
Murder is slaying us, and we will enrage and obsess.
We face conflicts to savor a wise sequel and be joyful,
However, we've lost sight and must now pay the toll,
We're unstable, yet hinder by our moral actions,
Sustain us cease abusing superfluous objects as weapons.
God, assist us to view our guilty scruples and insets?
Or would the blood pour in and suffocate us as insects?
Once we've gone this far, would we anticipate praise?
We are cursed to grip the awful facts of the next days.
In all honesty, we've gone fairly far in this game,
People react angrily, their emotions all the same,
I doubt we'll be spared from the hateful looks,
As I dread, has hate charred our skin and snooks?
I implore you, God, is this world genuinely gone?
Is it trite to assert that we are sure that far gone?
What insane quest? What is our escape strategy?
What kinds of spirits? What kind of mad analogy?
I'm absurdly far gone to envision, and it's spun,
I'm overly far gone to ever forget what've done,
I've split every one of my ties and none staying,
Too far to fall, too much trouble for straying.
Why don't you call or write your mother?
They're waiting; don't behave in an odd rougher,
Were you attempting to demonstrate something?
This year's vocalist is a dancer of promising.
I no longer fear infinity, meadows, and rivers,
Time is dying in the splendid light of the future,
The key wheel is pivoting in the opposite heading,
The waves spread, and the coming ocean is speeding.
Written: July 04, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
jealously he sat watching
thinking, believing,
and knowing
he could sing it better.
he heard the intro's
and took que along with
the vocalist , background
singers, and the orchestra
from the audience he
watched jealously waiting until
the orchestra instructed
him to began singing
he wished and wanted
to be the person he admired
the guy standing on stage
he wanted his fame his fortune
he practiced walking like him
talking like him
singing like him and even writing like him
his now envious egoistic mindset had
ibanez Rickenbacker and W. Hekel Linton
made him a specktical until
poeple listened to him sing
woman adored him
he fathered several
children being someone else
this night he sat and watched his star perform
and as he was in a trance he stood
and sang his song word
for word with the
famous star
unknowing to him the famous
performer had heard of his doings
and he even knew he was there
he stopped sing and waved him on stage
to the delight of several people how
knew what was happening
verse two during the the alto's
reintroduction to the channel
that began the third verse
he pronounced each word
with perfect grace and grooming elegance
each word as crisp as a frost covered morning
at the beginning of the new chorus
he bowed still singing and handed the micro phone to
he handed him the micro phone
and took a step back to watch his favorite perform
do his thing
at the end of the song he was introduced
and told he'd have a contract audition
via this performance
it was the beginning of a great storied career
the greatest lumberjack
Rufus the Lumberjack
the greatest hunter
Jo Lion Guinea Pig
THE BIGGEST FISHERMAN
Mr of the hooks
THE GREATEST VOCALIST
Paulinho Mouth of Singer
THE LUCKIEST
Gaston Luck
THE POOREST
João Nobody nowhere man!
THE BIGGEST "CORN"
Golden Horn Morgado
THE MOST SENSITIVE
Hyacinth Pleasures
THE MOST POPULAR
Jo Pop love
THE BIGGEST BUILDER
John Clay
THE GREATEST CARPENTER
woodpecker
THE BIGGEST GRAVE DIVINE
Anonymous Grave
THE GREATEST GARDENER
Daisy Flowers
THE BIGGEST GREEN
Zé of Cabbages....
THE GREATEST OF THE RICH
UNCLE PATINHAS...
THE GREATEST AMONG THOSE WHO CRY
It's not a mourner,
is the singer Choráo...
FOOTBALL'S GREATEST SUPER HERO
Atletico MG football player,Hulk...!
THE GREATEST ACCOUNTANT ECONOMIST
OF FINANCIAL FLAWS
THE BIGGEST SELLER IN MOURNING
ZÉ DO CAIXÄO - John Coffin
THE BIGGEST ATHLETE
Athlete's foot
BIGGEST POET OF ALL
Anyone from Poetry Soup... !
Sumthang wrong wiff dez words
They give know direction
To me and you
Hypertheticail thoughts
They don't tell me
What I gotta do
Ribeye, broccoli, and potatoes
Cup of gravy on the side!
The Carney, sorney
Tater, broccoli and
Meat special
Now we know
The garlicky, onion,chivey
Sun dries tomatoes
With olive oil roasted
Red pepper and bacon,
Cream cheesed
Scalloped potatoes.
Where inspired by a
Lonely man begging a
Woman for a date.
The night he scored they
Dined on these dishes.
She made him to harvest
His cattle
Potatoes
Pick the broccoli
And pick the
Apples for the
Turnover
She said she:d
Marry him if he
Planted seven
Peach trees
Seven blackberry bushes
And seven rows of
Lavender
She asked for
Twenty male quails
And fourty hens
She'd consimate
If he bought
Jersey cows
Two females
and one male.
And seven rows
Of mulberry
To make scented soap.
He complyed!
They married before
A orchestra of sixty
And seven vocalist
The preacher wore purple
And ate
Red snapper and apple pie.
With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those who see these things done, now
look to create and establish this day,
the means and ways to create.
The creation of this new entity from these
new begannings. This new Entity from this start.
For thoise who wish to chore and labor. In the industry
from the support of this company,
shall do so as employees.
Some with stakes: as stakeholders and visionaries.
Some as emoyees: but all together
as members of an enitity who
wishes to change the world with the influence of creation.
Standing on the surfaced plain, stacking the walls,
and roofing the the show. Doers of works.
Research, development, rehearst,
and displayed.
"Addio Padre, Addio Padre!
Soo right, Soo, Right
ah ooh redition
Publlic presentation
addio
Padre, So right , so right!:"
Collabarations and demostrations.
In the styles of now and future.
To influence the ulture it shall create.
In recreation and creation.
With the emphasis on creation
Showcasing talents, contracting events.
Catering to the many who like what we do
and those who wish to inspire change
by research and development.
Standing topside
looking
to other venues and helping
contract business for the need
of effeincancy.
Methods and strategies:
influencing and making
new fusions in all genres, where
the opendoor
will allow new people
as consumers followers
and business oppurtunites.
Job creations in temoray and perminat positions.
Learning how to teach people to do things our way
mifght we learn to adapt to do things your way.
Ladies and Gentlemen we
Now introduce you too
Trends Elegant
The crimping edges of fashion.
Auditions for the new Orcheastra,^0 peice. Singers both male and Female
Lead singers and Background Vocalist.
all types of musicains welcomed.
Both Traditional and Folktype.
We will work together
to create a modern sound.
To move, groove,dance,
or just good ole
foot tapping music.
Creation of Audiences using Demographic Targeting.
Music, Food, Fashion and Design.
Sports Wrestling.
A world: with A world.
Championed as Best.
Courtesy of I wanna Sing this One Music Company.
"When I was a kid my dad left me in a bad way .... he was
in the lives of my sisters and brothers but he wasn't in mine."
Quote by - Beth Hart
Her voice has an innate, inborn, visceral grittiness
dusty, raspy, raw with emotions of pain, aching, torment
and agony, an unstained contralto deep and low, and you
get lost in her voice, gliding on the waves of life with her
her name, Beth Hart, an American blues musician and singer
Born in 1972, Elizabeth (Beth) Hart is from California, USA
at 4 years old she played the piano concentrating on classical
music, like Bach and Beethoven but as she got older she
was playing artists like Etta James, Otis Redding, and Led Zeppelin
she has a magical voice like Janis Joplin and Tina Turner combined
As a young teen she was singing in open mic nights
and was playing clubs at fifteen, in 1993 band search she won
best female vocalist but her success went nowhere as she
became drug addicted, she spent all her winnings and hit bottom
even spent time in a psych ward for bi-polar and drug addiction
Beth has had ups and downs and she managed to have lots of hits
too many to list in this poem, but there are many hits that I fav
like LA Song, Don't Explain, Am I The One and many, many more
she collaborated with Joe Bonamassa and went on tour with him
and together they had hits, she also collaborated with Jeff Beck
Beth controls her addictions with religion and meditation now.
Joe said in an interview," I am totally knocked out by Beth. Here
is a lady who's acting like I'm the cool one and meanwhile I'm thinking
Man, she's got it all ... the next Janis Joplin . . the real deal, you know."
Random lyrics
War In My Mind
by Beth Hart
hollerin' all the time
black in my soul
and its ugly when I cry
there is a war in my soul
blood on the wall
hiding
making love to the
war in my mind
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May 09, 2023
Poetry/Bio/It's Ugly When I Cry
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-229-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Beth Hart Inspiration
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged05/09/2023
First Place
I was once listening to a song,
the vocalist was a woman,
and she sang her song in her native foreign tongue.
I didn't understand a single word that she sang,
yet I was moved to tears, I felt her pain.
Once I was listening
to a symphonic classical orchestration,
it may have been Beethoven, it may have been Brahms.
It was all instrumental, not one word was sang,
yet I found myself moved to tears once again,
without a single word sang suggesting anything,
proving to me that music is a universal language,
whether it is sang or instrumentally performed.
Music can truly touch anyone in its many varied forms,
..or maybe this is just a symptom of my chronic depression.
"There are things known and things
unknown and in between are the Doors."
Quote by Jim Morrison, Lead singer of the Doors
(American singer, songwriter and poet)
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Jim Morrison, lived a melancholy short life brilliant,
he left us suddenly and is still loved to this very day;
he was the lead vocalist for the rock band The Doors,
oh, they created magical music with amazing instrumentals.
And always, always the haunting beautiful voice of Jim Morrison . . .
He was only twenty-seven when taken and his father had inscribed,
on his headstone- True to his own Spirit- in Greek, how fitting;
still there is a constant shower of flowers at his grave site.
in Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris France and visitors still gather round.
The life of a rock star is chaotic, mind-bending and outlandish,
and stressed- Jim left us with notebooks full of his poetic words;
and The Doors most beloved song ever- Riders On The Storm,
so beautifully haunting and soothing although truthfully dark.
Rest in peace, Jim Morrison, thrown into this world and,
taken from it way too soon . . . and missed forever.
John 14: 2 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so,
I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you."
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April 23, 2019
Poetry/Elegy/Rider On The Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-969-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Writer's On The Storm
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
He had an aspiration for greatness that could have turned into realized dreams;
he headed to New York City with shining booths and tight, faded blue-jeans.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere...
he accidentaly heard that with delight, and it sounded very pleasant to his ear;
he had a tremendous talent and he hated to waste it on Broadway's streets.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere...
he headed to New York City with shining booths and tight, faded blue-jeans;
he had an aspiration for greatness that could have turned into realized dreams.
I love to dance to the music of The Rolling Stones,
one of the longest-running rock bands since the sixties.
The band’s music is raw with energetic blend of blues,
rhythm and blues, rock and roll and baroque rock or pop.
Slow dancing to the ballads of Angie and Wild Horses
let me bring out the emotional depth of the melody
and lyrics through emotive flow and applying Tango
improvisation to Paint It Black with its unique sound.
Fusion dancing to Ruby Tuesday, a baroque pop and
You Can’t Always Get What You Want, a rock with slow
ballad like tempo to fast, to create contrasting styles and
freestyle dancing by mixing various genres to Under My Thumb.
Swinging, jiving, rocking, strutting, like Mick’s strut and
shimmying to Tumbling Dice and Honky Tonk Women.
Dave, the pianist and vocalist of a two men band plays
The Stones songs for me and calls me The Stones Girl.