t is characterized by a low-register brass melody, a fast chromatic guitar riff, and mood
surf-style electric guitar (played on a 1939 Clifford Essex Paragon) brass (trumpets, trombones), seven saxophones, and a rhythm section (upright bass, drums, piano a synthesizer
I
Kegal before me
Might then I'll love
You
We as one
Kegal before me
To intise my need
of suckegal
Kegal
Kegal
Your strength
Your wisdom
Kegal
Kegal
Kegal
My need for
Such
The hizzdom
Longful yearning
Your kegaling thrust
A need in your optimism
Kegal me as much
Yeah, that's you
Yeah it's me
Kegal me lady
Take the time for me
__________________________
Kegal Yosef
Kegal Yosef
Kegal me lady
Kegal me all night long
The Vik Flick Remix
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It was summer and I was too young to ever have been in love
I heard a Disney-like song that intrigued me.
I listened to it over and over again.
It was charming and uplifting in a whimsical way
with chirpy joyful sounds of a synthesizer in the background.
As candlelight flames would dance on through the evening
I’d imagine the jitterbug and shimmy
as they whirled and they twirled
and they tangoed ~ a couple so happy to be in love
Floating like the heavens above.
And it made me wonder about being in love
and about someday kissing someone who would tickle my fancy.
I knew I was on the verge of growing up, I had my life ahead of me
and how undoubtedly those kisses would lead to my becoming a missus.
Good or bad. I wondered about my future listening to Muskrat Love.
AP: 1st place 2022
OUTRIGHT PRETEXT
a synthesizer
perpetuates
an eternal quality
for
a compelling moment
this silhouette
a recreated
sensation
to
coincide
&assimilate
the
analytics captured
an
idea
asserted
as an
apperception
a simultaneously
sensation
supplies gestures
undulating
elegant
refined
glamorous
&amorous
unbridled
fervent &formidable
in
devoted
ideal
beauties
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Mr. Nutty,
you're m'buddy,
you never were a fuddy duddy.
There's a pattern,
you're from Saturn,
they shoulda made you the Green Lantern.
Zen Kabbalah,
Mr. Allah,
did you ever play in Walla Walla?
No one's nicer,
jezus cry sir!,
boogie woogie on a synthesizer!
Warrior Poet, newest nom de plume for Mark Halliday
An American citizen, gained a taste for living abroad as a LDS missionary.
Retired in 2007 as a Staff Sergeant from the US Army (20 years service);
Really preferred assignments in Germany over Macedonia and Iraq.
Instrumentalist, he learned to plays (in order): piano, flute, synthesizer,
Organ, guitar, fife, keyboards, acoustic and electric and bass guitars.
Reads a lot, mostly military science fiction novels. Loved Marvel Comics.
Prior studied French, Spanish, German, Russian, and Serbo-Croatian;
Only writes lyrics and poetry though in English and French to Nelly (Mrs H).
Enjoys cooking stroganoff, lasagna, choucroute garni, and couscous.
Trying today to get a job in France; will be flying to Paris October 12th.
Mark Halliday
20141003, Monterey Calif.
Synthesizer moods
Beautiful dreamy sounds
Playing my Roland's
Korg's or Moog's.
The sheer power under my finger tips
I'm on control the master of my ship
Sometimes the sheer emotion
Sometimes I turn the lights down low
And realiy on the numerous little lights that glow
I enter another world only I know
A secret place
Through my music my emotions flow
I create sounds no one has ever heard
\And my hear sings as happy as a bird.
Peter Dome. copyright. 2014. April.
from russia with love
inna moves like waves
in the
deep black sea,
brandishing long strands
of soft dark hair
flush from side to side
(a controlled torrential
storm),
white t-shirt tied in a
knot at the waste that
bringing out the tight
stomach, accentuates
the curve of her hips
as she stretches along
the light oak floor,
moving in sync with
the industrial beat,
muscles flexing out
with every loud shout
of the synthesizer,
arms flailing out &
round with every
guitar twang passed
through the wa-wa
pedal---she commands
the empty dance room,
she reigns alone as she
practices her moves to
one day dominate a
world stage.
Crow caw synthesizer flight
enrapture blackest pit of night.
Rumble drum the saccharine fawn
cold craw stuck remnant
of omnivorous dawn.
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