The singer had sought to profess,
But thought it was better confess.
“I don’t know a thing
Of which note to sing,
I just sort of guess, more-or-less.”
The Singer and the Trumpeter
At times the sound of silence brings a calm to the storm. It may even be different to where both sides are moving towards a goal. In essence, they are both becoming stronger. They think of the future and have a concern in their hearts. It is possible that they have tried to be strong alone, well, it is a mask to become stronger for the future. They see each person in silence but they barely speak. They contemplate one thought and then another. Anger and sadness they feel, but they are happy later. A strong heart is what they both have. Once the time is near the Divine will make the plan now. Especially, when they are in a dream of conversation and analysis with the divine. They see the massive banquet hall in front of them. A friend is behind each one of them praying for them to join. Eventually, they will see this banquet hall together but together. The Gold and Platinum Glasses shall be full of Rosato. The voice of the singer is heard as the trumpet sounds. A union perfected by the Divine. Sadness of the past is only a document of the tears and pain. It does not alter their true feelings and emotions. Remember the Red String and the Divine.
Bruce...
'I got a bad desire.
I'm on fire.'
Are either of us
sleeping tonight?"
"oh, oh, oh,
I'm on fire."
Keep up, babe.
Keep up.
"Cut a sixth-inch
valley through
the edge of my soul.”
Oh, oh, oh,
come and join me.
I'm not familiar with
the Chinese New Year,
or burning horses.
One of us won't sleep
tonight.
Disheveled and dressed in rags.
He sang like he'd hit rock bottom.
His heart ripped to shreds.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
You remind me of Janis.
Janis Joplin that is from the seventies.
Do you sing as well?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
With a few exceptions
across the land
the voice is the face
of any rock 'n' roll band
without Janis Joplin
who remembers
Big Brother and the Holding Company
and the names of its members
for no matter the genre
when listening to a song
it's not the instrumentalists
but the singer you focus on
and today when songwriting contests are judged
it's human nature to hear that on which songs are hung
(arrangement instrumentation performance production)
and not hear the lyric or melody being sung
Well-known Rapper singer Snoop Dogg
shares lyrics and free advice in blog
produced great many popularized records
often nominated for grammy awards
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I was not expecting you.
I’m entranced and stare.
I always excite watching you.
It’s so hard to watch you now.
When you sang, I never looked away.
You gave me awe and goosebumps
every time you did your thing.
Now, you’re a devastating view.
I still want to pray for you.
It’s hard not to cry for you.
In your field, you were trumps,
your gifts, beyond compare.
It’s hard not to contemplate you,
ponder the why in what happened
to disable your perfect traction.
I heard an angel sing; she was on my TV screen.
I heard my own cry, “Whitney, make me high once more,
oh, how your voice soars." How hard it must have been
to fall with the whole world looking on. Such a pretty
face, so young on the TV. As a full packaged promise
you were certainly delivered a sad way to die.
Sing, Whitney, sing while I try not to cry.
Spotted Pardalote
very rare singer to see
cute Australian bird
A bar singer asked for a request
But all he got was "give it a rest"
He said "I know that song"
"Please all do sing along"
In that moment he felt truly blessed.
He started to sing and he got jeered
His eyes then filled up in floods of tears
So he ran out the door
Was not seen any more
Till he returned much older by years.
Customers in the bar sat and stared
“His singing's out of tune” they declared
They all went from the room
Left the singer in gloom
His ego was severely impaired.
He said to himself, “that’s it, no more
I’ll ask if I can just sweep the floor”
The manager said “yes”
“You can clean up the mess
But don’t sing when doing your chores.”
Hopin' and flyin' high
Still somethin' was amiss,
Just you know why ...
It had to end like this
Not fade away a shining star
With three million records sold,
Yet, silent fell his guitar ...
And, glasses rest infold
A sound never to be heard
Soon after that final show,
Boy, give us a clue, a word
Maybe one day we'll know
What happened that dark night
Over a quiet field of corn,
Lost in a flurry of white ...
Then found early the next morn
Ever altered by what he gave
Things change and time flies,
Rock n' roll, rant and rave
And still the music never dies.
As my ship blows on the sea of life...
I'm a man with a golden voice!
And I... search for my one true love...
so I can feel that underlying joy...
and I can be something whole!
Tears fall on my sleeve.
The wind flows on me...
and the moon is my only company!
My ship...ooooo...blows on the sea of life...
and I'm a man...with a golden voice...
and I wish to fall...in love...
in love!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!
And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
how to reach...
for those very stars!
And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till I met you...
my true love.
You make my vision...
come true...
oooooo!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for two lovers...
to embrace!
And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till I met you...
my true love.
You make my vision...
come true...
oooooo!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!
And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
that I...love you.
that I...love you...
that I...love you.
Permit me to say how much I admire
Your voice and music--oh, how they inspire!
Each note from your lips speaks straight to the heart,
Awakening love as from Cupid’s dart.
My world seems to rest when you start to sing,
Entranced to go wherever your songs bring;
Suddenly I find in spite of all strife
A perfect world and a wonderful life.
The shadowy room when your music plays
Fills with colors diffused by the sun’s rays.
Forgetting all my troubles, I rejoice
Listening to your mesmerizing voice.
From fields of gold to the streets of Beijing
My thoughts take flight by each pluck of the string
Of your guitar, and then Time passes by
Like riding a sailboat where Sea meets Sky.
Thank you, Star, for your enchanting presence,
For piece by piece I feel my existence
Radiates at the sound of tones so sweet
From an Angel that makes a day complete.
November 3, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
Come with me, oh clandestine friend
Staring at a child, caretakers sharpen the edges of her fatigue.
Look at the wounds they keep running over—
I hear they are a source of mystique.
As they swarm around us, watch the fireflies
Eating away the spot where my youth lies
It must be forgotten but I let it linger
Lit up by the song of a haloed singer.
Fireflies love it when we reminisce
All our days of bliss.
When we carried around a burden as if it meant nothing
As if it weren't our elders who should've held it
While they showed us false prophets
Fireflies love when we sing of youth lost to Judas knives
And all the tragedies that become our lives.
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