Until I die
I'm going to do my best
To stay alive.
While there's still blue in the sky
There's still hope in my eyes
That all will come to realize...
Don't limit the is
For what is has no limits.
Will not the Sun turn our blood green?
Will not the gods... swim with the salmon upstream?
Will not the dream come alive in a bean?
A green bean tossed in a stream
By a boy with really big dreams.
Live in the now, forget the rest.
Live life to the absolute fullest.
So, until then
I'll do my best not to sin.
Tame the beast that roars within.
Play my woodwinds like the puck I am.
Offer up sweet song with my aqualungs.
Pull my Jethro Tull, unleash my Calypso.
Trill with thrills echoing off canyon walls
And public parking lot garages.
Cawing to the gods and anyone with ears.
Perhaps, I am flawed
In believing there is hope
Even after all these years.
Perhaps, I'm just delusional
In thinking love will conquer all,
Extinguish evil
Once and for all.
Perhaps, I'll just keep on playing my flute
And
Keep on swimming in the soup.
Bel Canto
Tanto tempo fa e molto lontano
Mi sono innamorato di te prima del secondo spettacolo
e della tua chitarra
e suoni così dolce e chiaro
ma non sei veramente qui, è solo la radio
non ricordi di avermi detto che
mi amavi tesoro
hai detto che saresti tornato di nuovo da questa parte tesoro ti amo
davvero
instruments from all four orchestral families: strings, woodwinds, brass, and percussion.
Rich Powerful Sounds
Ah-la Calla-Bruuger
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Chorus
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the clock strikes dusk
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks
to set the scene on fire
crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night
under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides
galloping through infinity
then drums snare with cymbals
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony
laughter jingle
as the circle twirls
and the colourful world dissolve
to a colourless blur
Soft air is ripe for dancing,
you feel the climate changing.
A hum leading tap,
raindrops chasing butterflies.
Woodwinds are no match.
The slightest touch a flutter,
melancholic masterpiece.
You feel the climate changing,
soft air is ripe for dancing.
A few feet away,
daisies and sunflowers bloom—
Maria's smile drifts
I see her walking
through woodwinds and blades of grass—
down to the seashore
Time stands ever still
in the sunshine of her life—
I miss Maria
Would I define
or explain
since now ah-days
everything's changed
seems it lacks
the emotional concern
lessened by
non-commitments
not complete
and unattached
wanting to be
something it's not
I liked it better
the way it was
the opposite of start
the first beginning
I liked it the way it was
An even tempo
simple to understand
a high pitch tremble
a bass so deep
a low octave frequency
meet in the middle
groove and chime
some strings that sing
strings do it every time
woodwinds set the mood
intro's and outro
the prelude
The strings do-it every time
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
I met a drummer in those woods
He sold me all his ill-used goods
He said that I should seek real change
Shake up the pieces – rearrange
The stride and gait of my pursuit
That whistling sound of whining flute
A draping flag they won’t salute
That sound well bent could be a hoot
Reshaped, reformed his useless trash
Now glistens with the sun’s panache
That road I took “less travelled by”
Has often made this “grown man” cry
And yet I still possess that urge
To down that road again diverge
©6/5/2023
Writing Challenge – D Quotes Poetry Contest
Constance La France - sponsor
Neosoul and swing a melonic groove
is how she fashioned his music.
A term of endearment.
They styled the ollabartions
from words
one word supported
the other.
A circa when with the lyrics.
A rich bold bassey groove to some songs.
And a strict snap and turn dance ska for the lovers of dance..
when the whoomps and the strings intermingle
with the woodwinds and brasses.
People jump from there seats
and be shaking there a$ses type music. Inspiration from
the orcheastras eagerness to
show how great they are. Some people look
at inspiration from
not finding the right thing to say.
But these cats walk on hot tin roofs barefooted
knowing what to do.. Bluestone Funk!
Sweet romance with no broken heart type
movements.
grooving to the groove makes
love songs that much appealling. Smile at you defeat
knowing your time is coming. Wear that strap Champion and
shake your thang at your reseption.
loves interlude
The story of love
it's why I ask myself
we are best together
seems i don't want no one else
people see things differently
it's different in every eye
we say hello just to say
goodbye
why oh why
tell me why oh why
must my heart be broken all the time!.....
Those where the days
those good ole days
when women loved
there men
with honor and respect
those were the good
ole days
Those were the days
those good ole days
men adored
and they chored
all to help the lady
those were the
good ole days
say it aint so
say it aint true
no collaboration
between me and
you
can we go back
start over again
maybe this time
we will end up
as friends
i like it when
we were together
talk over anything
through
any kinda weather
holding hands
from dawn til dust
spend a little
begg a little
but in god we'd trust
take credit for marring
the two of us
those were the good ole days!
Influences of love; getting back into romance is harder to do!
trumpets, french horns bassey guiars. violens chelloes flutes and woodwinds. sythesizers and right singers creating the right sounds!
Music of an orchestra wherein each instrument plays,
A role, as in a bonfire, each spark like a pyre does blaze;
Like the vein and blood or flesh and bones nurture each other,
Strings and skins and woodwinds, like cream in butter, taste smother...!
Unlike the cries and cracks and creaks of the animals wild,
Symphony is a concord of serenity compiled;
Lyrics and voices and noises, in this, are harmonized,
Quality, in reasons and rhythms, is never compromised...!
Metrical music movements with rhythmic ranges resound,
As though heavens and humans homely hug, heartbeats abound;
Rondo and Sonata lose their lonely identity
Unity in diversity lulls the soul entity...!
Nature, in its entire entity, is a symphony,
As in physique and psyche, exists unknown synchrony;
I and he and she and they and we form one melody,
It's with each little heart's unison, life flows endlessly...!!!
08 April 2023
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Embracing eyes upon sight
Swirling as a whirlwind
Clasping lips together as one
Hearts in sync as a double bass
A Symphony of Violins
Quivering tones of Love
As Bass Woodwinds
With Sounds of Angels harps
Reaching deep into the soul
Beethoven whispering tunes
In this Theater
of Love
The orchestral trees
echo sounds of the woodwinds…
and buzz of chainsaws!
Alone amongst a forest of foreboding trees
I hear restless rustling of whispering leaves
they rise and fall, are held captive among
the windy utterances of an ancient tongue.
Wild words can be heard, like woodwinds, disturbed
cloaked and rooted in time, their meanings preserved
I listen as I roam, through stoic, staunch groves
as I try to discern the deep secrets they know.
Do I hear woodsy lyrics of timeless songs?
I move to mysterious tunes and sway along
as mist rolls into the forest and blankets the earth
I feel the heartbeat of trees and their endless worth.
Written on 5/16/2022
A musical pointer up in Grants Pass
just can’t get enough of bluegrass
To the banjos and strings
he prances and sings
but still misses the woodwinds and brass
Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass.
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and lime.
Echoes of summer in three-quarter time.
Adagio
There are brazen implications
In these muted, pulsing horns.
The strings are thick and creamy.
The bass line’s strewn with thorns.
Scherzo
Nail-tap percussion, tremolo drill.
Twelve o’clock whistle sounds cranky and shrill.
Shipping yard sunlight, loading dock shade.
Forklift holds pallet in mid-serenade.
Mustard-stained napkin, Styrofoam cup.
Strains of a power saw being tuned up,
Baritone belt sander wailing away.
White glove allegro turned grease monkey gray.
Rondo
Without darkness, there could be no light.
The sun would rise unnoticed.
Without silence, there could be no song
From either bird or locust.
Without winter, there could be no spring.
No flowers for your lover.
Without music, there could be no art.
They flatter one another.
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