Mezzo Poems

Mezzo

It’s the middle ground,
a luscious sweet spot.
Mellow medium,
leaving you aligned.
Rhythm in balance.

Just the pitch pipe,
sound permeates.
Kindling on fire,
enough to toast. 

Not too high,
not too low..
alto flames.

Main source,
mezzo

tone.

Faithful Teddy

From the inside of music I looked out far
The sky was cloudy, preparing for rain
Sir Rattle on the Mezzo played Sir Elgar
The air fumed sour like the dead champagne 
I went for the memories, to see your face
In times when the sky was bright blue
But wherever I turned to, was just empty space
And the most annoying, not a sign of you  
But why did you worry about me over time 
So desperately strong -  I much preferred 
To come in the evening, to share some wine
Animated by your smile and kind word
Wouldn't you come, to forget me again?
Send me a note, if you thought to remember
Your teddy, who waits in the sounds of rain
Through the music they care to render.
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RELIEVISTA donatello

RELIEVISTA 
alto
  basso
mezzo cavo
intaglio
  embossed
     inverse
        en relief

The Sound of Him

Black tile summons his tears,
A note slightly in between,
As he play by ears,
The cries of his heart’s pristine.

With the dancing of his fingers,
Stepping on black and white floors,
Leaping away, but his soul lingers,
Leaving with each step all his colors.

The room, filled with his melody,
Of sadness, grief, and agony.
The beauty within the soft press of tiles,
Echoes for miles and miles.

He bowed his head, and tears fell,
His sound, like a story no one can ever tell.
He plays happily mezzo-forte, crescendo,
He then mourns, pianissimo, decrescendo.

Alas!, the music now nears its end,
After that, he’ll be back to play pretend.
He’ll play the last notes softly,
Turn around, bow, and before rising up, 
The last of his tears, he’ll let fall freely.

Briston Baba Crooner Jam

Saddle steak catering
he bragged of the flavor.
We though he was
 a clownish type
of joker who wished to
 create an audience for his
product. We found the price
 quit steep, and looked odd
for a steak. The center hole
made room for jokes: but
 when they tasted it they
 swooned to there knees.
i saw the crooner sing spoke
the woman, i heard him whoo.
i knew then what I was about to
taste was something
incredible something
far more then intriguing. The spotlight
shoned on the stranger:  who's
performance
would be determined by
 his expression to
the flavor.
they Sernaded the
Saddle Steak as King
of all steaks!
Neupert and Bluthner
accompanis an orchestra to
decribe the tenisity of bife!
Mezzo Soprano said of the meal.

Passaggio Passaggio C4 C6

The Physical qualities of the song ranged 
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing a song
about two lovers who were never
to speak of there love.A Hero To her
lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of
her love of a man who wished never to marry: but fell in love
and he and she debated ever becoming married
due to pople who might not come around them if they endeavored in a maritail togethernes.
The song features points of devotion: points of fear: it puts an emphisises on togetherness: but details
the labors of continuing to be together.
Lovers who fear the future
might look to this song and find reason to stay together or part..
When the Baritone and Tenor take stage the song changes it's rhythmn.
the story is same bt the sound shift's to a grueling grind. a slow romping soothing sound.
A bass and tenor than performs while a mezzo soprano provides a background with anwsers to the Malo charcters questions.
When the Bass ask's her to marry the men combine
in a chorus to spak with one voice.
Perfection to sync the perfect sound!
Bravo! Music Bravo!

Her Bellow

Ah- Uh!
Wha: wha!
She creid outloud.
A hidious sound for a Mezzo-soprano to make.
I covered my ears as she
creid at the dissapointment
of not being the leading Malo.
I told her the role was for a malo.
She wrote me a letter asking
me to rewrite the lead.
Bah! I spoke to her
to re allow her to be coherent.
She called me days later and asked for a co-leading role.
I told her the Solo's were for
Malo' she : said' curse Malo: whom ever he is
or whomever he pretends to be!'
" you wish him hired, might you eat sausages and fart
while slapping his back saying : ATTABOIS!"
Me: Me I am the perfect one!
When I told her no;
she made this hidious sound with her voice.
I recorded her bellowing and used a flute to make sound of it.
I then discovered that a moody bassey woodwind sound decribed her best.

The Woman; (censored) Me! Me! I'm the best; Ah-oh: ah-oh!

Resolving To the Tonic

Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state

I love the touch of man-made materials 
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when cloth unites with the subtle texture of painted wood
the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous

But then I play my cello silently
it groans in soft delights
the audience wriggles in their seats
heaven itself can’t contain the beauty of the subtle pianissimo

“Hush,” I said to the multitudes, they became quiet
I played a blue cello; a golden muted trumpet accompanied me
we began with a melodic mezzo piano playing with restrained bird calls
softly the bird songs sat above lilting melodious notes

Notes carry one toward into soulful ecstasies
long panoplies of chords flow like water into a placid lake
cellos then come to the fore filling out the symmetry of music
the full composition is luscious manna to the ears and soul

Chaotic chords flow to their beginning 
returning to resolve to the tonic
to peaceful respite like humans require
to final rest

Mezzo Hyponchondriac

sometimes I'm lazy tse tse
I don't go out at night, I avoid bronchitis
I have few friends, bad influenzas i avoid
I'm kind of bashful I fear dengue

Art and Prosecco

Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh,
Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso,
Take-outs growing mould beside my cello,
It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale memo,
Landlord shrieks for rent in high *falsetto,
“Maybe next week”, I sing back in *mezzo,
I pour a long-cracked mug of prosecco,
Next doors jazz flows, Nina Simone’s echo,
That paints the canvas bright gold and yellow.


* Chaise Longue – A long chair
* Falsetto – high-range singing voice
* Mezzo – ‘middle” in Italian (middle range for female singers)

07/11/22

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Choirgirl

Friday night is for rehearsal
sac in air, before 
it breaks— breath out
into the soft dew
itching palms on our head.

Soon the baritones will arrive
stuffing music with tonic notes
for me to ride:
the terrors of solmization
& unbridled pitch sounds.

Boys says Sunday without your
mezzo-sopranos is like a 
metaphor of plus-nine terrors
—pounded noise
cooked in a lour supper.
But the pontiff won't heed.

Please sing alongside with me,
the Lord's song is becoming
pitching and modulating
rock and pop 
touring on one voice.


Excel Chinagorom Michael

Ode To Janis Joplin

All is Loneliness
Song title that tells the truth
About your life, Janis

Born in Texas, 
You seemed more at home in San Francisco
Or Portland with your rock and your blues

Your mezzo soprano vocals
Lit up the stage
You were electric!

Full Tilt Boogie Band
Kozmic Blues and Big Brother
Would have failed without you

Cheap thrills
Pieces of My Heart
And Ball and Chain would have never made it

You were here a mere twenty-seven years
But what a legacy!
You brought us the blues in a big way!

Cheap thrills
Song title that reflects your
Heroin overdose death, Janis

Love Exam

Who's voice meatus
with a sweet tenors
tone
which words are sung
so lovely
so smooth and sweet
Nonet Musette?
Atonal Baroque?
Vivace Trill Trombone?
uh, you don't know
Rubato Tutti?
Meatus Tablature ?
sweet, sweet tone
do you have interest
in the clefts notes, huh?
does the whiskey from de Tablature
calm you want mi?
Sensual sounds of a Clap Happy crowd,
yes which sung is sung
that which is played is danced to
yet this is the Minuet Mezzo,
who's mask is perfection
and who's face shall be revealed
this very Minuet Mezzo!
Must the Bass Note keeper
make the Cleft Note Keeper 
smile, for one then to hear
them together?


Article Seven B', from the Works of Hussy, copyrighted 1856, She Chopped the forest down to create the perfect Bassoon, she found fun in a Dogwood tree. She became angered when An artist used one of her Bassoons to serenade his new lover. When a fella in the crowd took her away from where the tomato's were she was heard saying, " he so stupid, darling: he so stupid!"
She tossed tomatoes at him when he Played " Must be Love" to his fiancé.

The Old Man

Sits beside his window, his red-rimed eyes
 Unseeing
 In his mind are sunsets and rainbows,
 And shining stars in the dense cold blackness

 Of space
 He listens to the laughter of children, mixed
 With the static roar of the engines
 Of ancient warplanes,

 And longs for the cool, loving caress
 Of the sea
 He dreams of a place where every decision
 Is right,

 And every game played
 Is won
 And the mezzo-forte of day diminishes
 To the pianissimo of dusk, he wonders,

 Did I do it right ?
 May I play
 Again ?

The Music of Time

Time is the greatest, yet cruelest composer,
It has already written its own melody on us.
Our wrinkles and scars are its notes,
Our skin is its sheet,
And our body is its instrument.

Although, you're so far, far away,
I can still hear your music
Crystal-clearly.
It resonates gently, swirls whisperly
Through ages and lands.

Your melody is consist of the sweetest 
And most enchanted harmonic minor scale.
The tempo is between andante and largo,
Yet the dynamics is neither pianissimo, 
Nor mezzo-forte; just perfect.

Strumming those golden strings
Which evoke those soft, vibrating sounds,
Your music is calling me from the distance
Embracingly and overwhelmingly;
Never let me go.

I know so well your music; by heart.
It's echoing and reverberating in my mind.
So, if I ever lost all of my senses, 
I would say I do not need any of them;
Just the two of my hands

For making music on
The most precious instrument of Time.
Before everything vanishes.

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