Men who sing sea shanties
Are known to wear frilly panties
Their masculine voices
And underwear choices
Upset musical vigilantes.
music trivia night
a blast from the past
recognizing songs
from every era
by the first few notes
unforgettable
etched in our memory
except you know the song
but can't think of the title
picture the singer
but not his name
this getting old sucks but
slipping back into the good ol' days
brings back the days
of youth and teenage years
and things forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2024
Strum gently
as you wait for love,
lest the tune escape.
The story of a true myth
quivers in a sad song,
blows in the breeze,
hopes,
whispers,
fades.
Then a new voice soars
like a javelin
thrown at the sky.
The singers sing of me,
Of my trials and my triumphs,
Of the battles I have faced,
And the victories I have won.
They sing of my journey,
Of the roads I have traveled,
Of the people I have met,
And the lessons I have learned.
They sing of my courage,
Of my faith in the face of fear,
Of the strength I have found,
And the hope that kept me going.
The singers sing of me,
And as I listen to their melodies,
I am reminded of my own story,
And the power of resilience.
For in every note they sing,
I hear echoes of my own voice,
And I know that I too am a singer,
In the grand chorus of life.
Here we are already in April
it’s time for new predictions
A word of warning first
I used to write science fiction
My first one’s a lulu
a real humdinger
I predict that Hilary Clinton
will become a soap opera singer
The second one’s more risky
it may land in the sand
But I envision Colin Kaepernick as a hirsute
majorette with a baton in his hand
Now for my final prediction
Please hang on to your hat
AOC's running for the Oval Office
~ dressed as a calico cat …
'Course, none of these fantasies will ever come true
You've read my science fiction; I’ll never fool you
They wait their turn,
Watching from the sidelines.
Cheerfully chattering, they speak,
Perhaps of weather.
Then suddenly they’re off!
Swooping down, they glide,
Wings extended in crucifix,
They brake. Alighting softly
Onto the pavement.
Here there are seeds scattered.
Tossed each day by a frail hand
From the porch above.
There is a bond here. An understanding.
Food for song.
Cheaper than cable TV,
At times more entertaining.
They finish now. They’ve had their fill.
They launch together,
Land together,
Watch and wait together,
From the bushes at the side
Of the pavement below the porch.
Tomorrow the hand will come again
To pay them for their song.
soft skillful mimics
talented singers but shy—
bright red embarrassed
Adam Lambert, a rare gift to this decade, reviving queen.
Seen no doubt in heaven by Freddy Mercury, the guy.
By the way, fine Aretha Franklin has also grabbed my heart.
Smart of me to fall in love with Andy Williams at young age.
Sage song Moon River still makes me smile all over the bedroom.
Looming into my mind is Al Hirt’s trumpet so big and bold.
Old to some. Can I say Alice Cooper and get a smile?
Miles along this path of memories are bands also, friend.
Send everyone to hear Alvin and the Chipmunks is you dare.
Harrowing to think of them alongside Allman Brothers right?
Might I suggest Aerosmith and Adele should take to the keys?
Please listen to sweet Ariana Grande next if you can.
Man up, turn on incredible volume of ABBA
Way out of my league are all of these A-list singers and bands.
Grandiose in appearance, especially that Adam fellow.
Funicello is still a favorite in my childhood day.
Way past hiding my age now. Confess Annette is her first name.
Game to listening to new singers, poets, bands of all kinds.
When singers meet
and singing greet
we soon begin to dance
or even take a walk
to sacred journey prance
While listening,
often lusting,
for coital confluence
in previously unexplored
mysterious places
Seeking resonance
fulfilling urgently resilient,
often intimate,
spaces
Times timing
for all who have sung 4/4 before
to dance among these holy
what for faces
Ringing new symphonies
of warm,
and growing wet,
heart strung constellations
(concerto consummations).
Andrea and the Andarees' tour once more:
girl group sings the hits their fans adore.
Their moves and harmonies strong;
the crowds sing along,
they know each
song -
words that reach
every heart. No wrong
notes - they know they all belong
on stage, soaking up the frenzied roar:
Andrea and the Andarees' tour once more!
When aged singers
Go on the stage to sing
Their voices have lost their clarity
And also lost that zing
It is the time to retire
When the audience starts to boo
These constant comebacks
Are not the thing to do
Don't you all realise
When it's the time to stop
Why didn't you cease to sing
While you were still on top
It must make you all feel sad
And as nostalgic as it may seem
It's better to be remembered well
And not as a has-been
Love of God always lingers;
Heard in voices of singers;
Seen in face;
Race and place;
And in fingers of bell ringers.
Jim Horn
C-hurch
H-ymnal
O-n worship
I-s used to praise,
R-evering God inside the holy place.
Form: Acrostictractys
Z-estful
A-wesome
S-ingers
P-leasantly
E-mploy
R-ighteous
F-ashion
O-f
R-emarkable
M-usic
E-xecuting
R-eligious
S-ongs
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Z-estful
A-stounding
M-usic's
B-eautiful
A-ccompaniment
L-ets
E-vangelical
S-ingers
N-icely
O-ffer
R-eligious
T-unes
H-aving
C-omforted
H-earts
O-f
I-nspired
R-eceivers
Topic: Anniversary of Zambales North Choir (October 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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