Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
Categories:
pizzicato, business, culture, endurance, guitar,
Form: Bio
Where’s my loyal confidant,
If love recovers again?
This emptiness of heart,
Fulfills to be a single friend;
The jargon on my noggin,
What’s her color, favorite?
Pop in, lightly salted;
I am satisfied with –
Categories:
pizzicato, appreciation, friendship, how i
Form: Rhyme
Plain brick walls
Wait for clinking cans of spray paint
To color in streetwise notions
Beyond the naked eye
Quiet strings of violins
Wait for hands to draw across bows
Or play pizzicato melodies
Beyond the well-trained ear
Blank pages
Wait for clever pens
To write stories and verses
Beyond the bare mind
Sparks of star light
Wait for a ready lifeforce
To ignite a hellmouth fire
Beyond the ordinary self
Categories:
pizzicato, art, imagination,
Form: Imagism
As if she stretched
both sides of her smile
in pizzicato,
then lets go...
Each note ascends,
circles her head
like a halo.
Cascading strings
send shivers through clouds.
‘Nine’ giggles —
the proverbial
cumulus-
humulus.
The harpist angel
weaves her fingers
in ancient frolic.
The instrument,
rocks like a baby
in her mother’s arms,
with wings upright.
Tight like friends,
bound to serve,
their souls are one.
The shalom of
solitude
and harmony,
sympathetic
vibrations,
and God’s love.
4/13/2021
Anacreontic Verse
Sponsor: Silent One
Each line 3-5 syllables
29 lines
Categories:
pizzicato, angel, music,
Form: Free verse
Call it what you will, my friend,
This glowing exhilaration inside my heart
Plucking the pizzicato strings of myself
Exploding, making me feel, oh so, insatiably happy
To be alive! ...
That I am free,
That I am growing,
That I am creating,
That I am in love with life itself …
Call it what you will, my friend,
But I shall call it joy!
Written on February 8, 2021
Submitted to "Continuum on Joy" contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
pizzicato, joy,
Form: Free verse
November in a teacup
Looking up at your face
Our set of changes
Our own autumn
Pizzicato motion feels
Pleasure inside my sound
When Love lies above me
Leaves on the ground
Ron Kempton
Categories:
pizzicato, autumn, fantasy, joy, love,
Form: Verse
i await
Thursday
her day
a date
in time
April
has a march
in 4/4
i must
write a score
do it
for duet
using her
voice vocally
instrumental
switch from
translate this
to a higher pitch
of cackled laughter
after which
jajaja transposes
to pizzicato notes
of ha ha ha
in a piece
where smiles
sound
like sunrises
sonrisas
and si si si is
both for yes
in
an
Italiano
Espanol
vocal
duet
Categories:
pizzicato, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Matilda the peregrine Chanticleer
Has taken up residence
Along the 18th Fairway
Chicken-walking pizzicato- pecking
Rearranging the leaf pile
Clawing with sharpened talons
Making herself at home
Laying her eggs randomly
Amongst golfers’ errant balls
Indistinguishable from a distance
Her plaintive egg song
Like the golfers’ call
Lost in the Wind
Categories:
pizzicato, animal,
Form: Free verse
On Tour
To dive into the world of the great barrier reef would be enough
assimilating into the tranquil environment somewhere in the Capricorn
looking below while leaping merrily from a bluff
Like a babe in earth's womb, I am reborn.
Like a dart thrown on a map, may it land in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco
Among the snow-capped peaks, I'd breathe the air of eagles, frozen in awe
Wind whistling with legato, birds beneath quietly chirping their song in pizzicato
I would like nothing more than to remain here in this place, a place to withdraw.
Before I bounced from this terrestrial ball I'd have to party in Spain
One last hurrah flying first class to Ibiza
One last adrenaline rush, amped with red bull, taunting bulls with eyes bloodstained
One last expression from this American, perhaps a spending spree with a visa.
When the night has come and I should travel no more
Take me back home and bury me in earth's floor
16th March 2017 -Where I Want to Go contest entry
Categories:
pizzicato, adventure, nature, travel, vacation,
Form: Sonnet
He played on the guitar like a pizzicato
Who frequented one too many bars
Always demonstrating
A wonderful amount of restraint
Even during the main feature
At the local drive in
In the end
He came to realize
How much he loved pizza
And at the end of the day
Even if he couldn’t play
He could always eat it
Categories:
pizzicato, guitar,
Form: Prose
Oh those pizzicato drops
Play a frantic melody
Tour the scale from high to low
Bravo! from the sleepy heads below
The maestro empties out the clouds
And then so quickly steals away
But he'll be back to play again
So lovely to have my roof of tin.....
An etude is a musical piece, usually very difficult, that is especially written
to help develop musical techniques...
Categories:
pizzicato, rain,
Form: Rhyme
White noise echoes equally from wall to painted mural,
dancing like a whimsy wisp of width;
where waters drip and notes all slip,
sound patrols the minute holes that cause acoustic depression;
pizzicato strikes like bikes on blacktop every day,
leaving skids for little kids, loud scats scoop brats away,
with solos soaring boringly and duets dazzling dew,
it’s hard to not hear voices, different choices scream at you.
Categories:
pizzicato, music,
Form: Rhyme
Intermittent pizzicato music
Comforting and soothing sound
Soft slumber coming soon
Categories:
pizzicato, music, nature
Form: Kimo
Pirouetting leaves,
Wafting to the water's edge:
Pizzicato breeze.
Categories:
pizzicato, music, nature
Form: Senryu
Music in the distance lets us know there is always hope
Thinking of a new dawn we slip into a sweet reverie
A darkening sky signals rainfall
Yet though a storm is brewing, we continue with our quest
It will take us deep into the heart of the hills
Where is the pale king?
We await his return and search for him
Even as pizzicato tones are heard, we look for the ruler of all things
Our hearts and souls are ready for the sacrifices we must make
The path is a difficult one
But we are certain we will find what we are looking for
When we do wine will flow and music will resound in the hills
Golden flowers will grow where there was only a rock strewn path
As the rain begins we come closer
Become closer to finding the one who will ease our pain
Get closer to the pale king
Who is waiting for our arrival
On the other side of eternity
Categories:
pizzicato, fantasy
Form: Epic
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