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Premium Member Staccato

We all love a fluent dance.
Staccato breaks it up a bit.
Once you've seen how this is done,
You just can't get enough of it.
We see it on Strictly,
Usually on the Halloween week.
There's great ones on YouTube -
Geoff Castellucci's "Monster Mash" - Seek!
"Graveyard smash"
Staccato bash.

Ditty Ditty do Dah

The Play:The Crucible
with Music by:Mastro Astéri Tis Dimofilís Mousikís
and the Thematic Orchestra


             Front of House
          --------------------
 performance, and logistical jargon
from the performer's perspective
repeating a phrase to fill time
Essential stage musician
Upstaged backstage 
they sang the new song
then the original cast of singers
looked to them with a sadness
that was visible and bowed to
their successors without a fuss
or argument 
When the curtain opened
they had been prepared to
entertain flabbergasted
the delay in the starting of the show
had the audience worried
but when the show began everyone was 
flabbergasted

Black Garlic and White Truffle Sauce
"Aint Gonna Waste My Time (loving You)
written by: Diggle Dame Domoss and Tangle Tanner Tissle
of "Do Rite Music Company"
A Media One Music Affliate

The Final Staccato

Never did I wound the earth
As I wandered through green meadows,
On the edge of a mourning land.

Never did I steal a single grain
From the quiet grammar
Of nature’s rhyming fields.

Never did I protest the tender murmur
Of the morning air,
Brushing the skin of dawn.

Never did I fashion
even the smallest cage—
Not one a flea
Might call its own.

Never did I know where I misplaced
My better half,
Left unawares at life’s crossing paths.

Never did I summon a fellow soul
To walk beside me
Across long, lonesome roads.

And yet I passed,
Vaguely, before the facade
Of this promised land.

And now my eyes seek rest,
A closing hush,
A final staccato,
An eternal sleep.


spring's breath

my breath of air ~ fresh and cool ~ from staccato raindrops












Contest: Spring Monoku
Contest Judged:  May 25th, 2025 6:10:00 PM
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Placement: First

Premium Member Keep the Faith

To hang your head in shame for past that feeds
the thoughts you cannot tame, rehashing deeds.
‘Look up! Look up!’ at blinding light;
His Grace: display of awful* might.
Relentless worldly worry brings you low.
Look up at blessings He on you bestow.

The world we might have seen through narrow lens
could make us very keen to jump the fence.
‘Keep t' faith! Keep t' faith!’ and remain strong;
with your beliefs you can’t go wrong.
It’s common to be led astray by lust.
Keep t' faith in company of those who trust.

Poetic form: Staccato, created by poet, Jan Turner.

*Etymology of Words
Words change meaning over time in ways that might surprise you. For example:
awful: Awful things used to be ‘worthy of awe’ for a variety of reasons, which is how we get expressions such as ‘the awful majesty of ~’.

Staccato Call

Symbols crashing on each side of the head;
One side magnificent, the other side, dread,

Violins play their calming current,
Bass and Cello raise anxious annulment

My caller is happy, but he carries both dire and grand news,
Someone precious, in trying to lose

Lose his youth, and play his own symphony fine,
By leaving his home a new conductor to find.

And then those who have sung in his learning choir,
Are left with strings broken, unclaimed desire,

From left piano keys black and white to the right,
They have been traveling through their own perilous night.

And then my caller  parts staccato with an I love you,
While the orchestra plays trembling a long night through.


Premium Member Staccato

Hi,
    it's me...
what?
..say again
No..
   ok
       ..maybe
tomorow:
I'm fine
    with that..
no,
no,
   ...really!
why
   do
     you ask..
of course
        I will..
you
know
     I do
why?
   ..you
       need
          to
            hear it..
ok
I
   love
        you

Staccato Heart

Sometimes I think you can hear
The raging tide in my chest  
Sending waves to my throat.
Do you see them crest at my wrist?
Plunge, recede, and plunge again -
Your undertow has sucked me in.
Like skipping stones over water,
My staccato heart is lost at sea.
No metronome can tame it.  
No borrowed breath can save it.

Staccato Roots

Surly songs 
Played by hungry men
Plucking staccato roots
Spotted chords of dried dearth
Cleansed in strummed pots of boiling verse

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