Vocal Poems - Poems about Vocal

Traditionally Incompatible

In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
 and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or

The Red Eyed Stranger El Alborotado

Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling

How to write a hit

Fingers so sore from learning the chords,
Getting the rhytme without knowing the words. 

It all sounds so good here in my head,
Blood from my fingers turning the fret board red.

But I've got to keep trying, just carry on,
Or the thoughts that inspired me will be lost and all gone.

I've got to decide on the ideal

1960's Swingers

The great Elvis Presley stole the show
When it came to music, fast and slow

Patsy Cline could sing so sweet and fine
Without a doubt, her voice would shine

Hank Williams had a son with his name
Like father, like son – they claimed fame

Ray Charles played despite being blind
His listeners knew he was one of a kind

Aretha Franklin

Obstreperous Vocal Chords

I am lost, my eyes wide, and my heart quivering.
My legs are paralyzed, and I have no memory.
I stroll silently, my consciousness wandering.
I am alone inside an unexplored territory.

I would wish the room to be cold and inviting.
I envy our heat vitality to come from within,
trusting that it won't be an errorless meeting.
I simply wish

Vocal About Point Which Is Focal

while being vocal
we found point which was focal
of a local yocal

Billie Holiday

I love you lady, singing velvet night sky,
singing azure violet wounded woolen stitch.
I love your lady quavering haunting cry,
intoning shades of purple in fevered pitch.

I love you lady, even trilling, scraping in torment,
your voice straining oppressed about strange fruit.
I love you lady dear star teaching your malcontent,
piping broken lyrics, imparting pain so acute. 

I love

Inner Vocal Quiver

As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure whatever spark remains in those tiny rosebud cheeks before their prime.
Those innocents should never have to wrap their nascent minds around the wanton desecration of intertidal lakeland

Vocal Coach

The vocal coach will help my voice,
He’ll help me sing, it was my choice.
I turned up there with just myself,
He politely enquired about my health.
He asked if I could sing a note,
I obliged once I’d cleared my throat.
He looked and said ‘you cannot sing,
Next time you’re voice you’ll need to bring,’
I told him that was

Butterfly Box

Butterfly box

In your throat a box of sound
To your human being bound
Take a breath and spark a chord
So your beings’ needs emplored

Of a mind filled with thought
Lips are a net with which they’re caught
Resonating in space with boundless meaning
What are senses perceiving, without speaking?

In a mindless jabber, remember this thing
Like wind formed from a butterflies

Vocal Poetry

the me-too movement was started by young black women lacking social
opportunity...the media turned that into 'sex between the stars'...now,
while there is quite lewd and gross modern music, the blind fish in the
tank are lobbying against old style vocal-poetry to take it off the radio:

(try to write poetry that sounds like this)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMHS6D8tFvE
you're not sick you're just

Vocal Lines

stoic
calm
tragic-
brief cries
from the shadows
of patient silence:
a lament-
a definitive mirror
into the smothered
             recesses
           of the mind

Vocal Letter Carrion

When my chest splits out come the crows

Where they land nobody will know

I ripped my heart out the scars will show

Where they pitch is all in fate

Life for me is far too late

Observe the crows as they claw and peck their way out

Cover your ears to ignore my shout

Or sit and watch my blood erupt

Vocal Late Charge

Accusatory high-pitched voices
singing in the masculine reign
Humiliated pride getting drenched 
by doubtful, male chauvinist disdain
Emotional double octave level of pain,
bitter ... bitter — 
Sad and angry  	
Enough to drive a decent woman insane
Violated women groping for the right testosterone words
that might make reasonable, tone-deaf men hear 
Devastated women fondling their own estrogen silence
for too

Vocal Drapes

vocal drapes draped
casualties blindfolding fate
marauder lipstick shaped
kiss kiss kiss
vocal drapes
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