The Staves had arrived to envoke the stabilty
and structure
that had been lacking.
To the Normal desencey of things
One to image, the full scope
of things. She called upon the
the circle of fifths
the 12 chromatic pitches
3:16 centered
Harmonic relationship &
Transpositions:
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During the Researching phase of this part
several members of the brainstorming team
became angry:
" A Member of What Wasn't Taaught"
appeared and began discussions.
They nevr taught you the phrases
Fiance or Fiancce in school.
It had been excluded along with
Discion making aspects of
becoming engaged and finding the right
person to marry you.
Music theory seems to be taught
in colleges or to
gifted students.
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-shmuzn or shmuesn
The QuadCity Chatter Box
" The CoachBuilt Bentley"
25 should be built
and sold aound the world
to the jealousy of the People!
Inspiration might come
with From a Position o Jealousy
Jealousy does not fit any of these rules
because it is an abstract.
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the morning sunrise
for a brief moment in time
gold drives out the blue
the evening sunset
for a brief moment in time
gold staves off the black
"Cake and Jingle"
Written by
Aria Sooth wants
And
"Groovy" A. Staves
She's the "Glam"
Gotta say she's glamorous
Soothing and sexy
Charismatic
Yeah she's got charm
She's the "RIZZ"
You know what I'm saying
With style and class
With main character energy
I love her smile
You know she ain't playin
attractiveness
We all agreed
she got that
Type of popular appeal
The soft launch
We got something
Going on
New to you
She and been dating
For sometime
Is it delusional
To say I am
Her only one
Am I crazy to say
I am her man
Man of Music
Life awoken by a rhythmic beat,
Moving you on wings unseen,
A start of a melody with no sound,
Making the heart of the whole world sing,
Soft notes weaving through your soul,
A symphony from you streams,
Gently strumming the strings of your heart,
Music the ecstasy of your dreams,
Each note setting fire to your being,
An orchestra, a crescendo of crashing waves,
A freedom only found in music staves,
You are music, sharing the joy it brings.
By Cathrin Stuart
My bars the words, the prison guard my verse,
Rattling the staves of this poetic cell,
I struggle vainly, locked up in this jail.
Yea, thus is my predicament, my curse.
Oh, how jealously, you smirking blank verse,
I look upon what freedom guides your quill;
For formal phrasing does of me compel
Stubborn structures—the styles which I rehearse.
But, boldy bumbling, art is now arising!
Walls becoming my score, and tallies tones, ?Confined to meter, bound by rigid rhyme,
I yet find measures full of surprising
Motifs. The modern poet at sonnets groans,
But I, I do believe they’re quite sublime.
I still remember your easily smiling face, poetry spilling from your lips
Singing joyfully at the dead of night, not a care in the world.
Oh how I miss your face when it was alive,
When it was not hardened, frozen,
unfeeling.
Was it God’s love what drove yours away?
For what reason does the Sun rise; rousing this cold star?
Was it for this the bullets flew? Was England worth
Stealing your innocence away, carelessly, flippantly,
selfishly?
Our country is filthy with ignorance, the front clean and pure,
Snowy white feather mocking, girls giggling gallantly,
Surprise when I snarl, stumble back; shocked.
The Soldier's uniform staves off the dove,
its curse.
Desperately lingering in your gaze, I search in the abyss,
The most loving part of you asleep, or dead.
Nothing I can do can make it stir, still I reach for you,
Ragged, scarred skin, they’re only remnants of your service,
my dear.
The jolt of terror evoked not from your maimed face,
One side ripped, gouged of recognition, eye mangled,
But from the other, undamaged pupil unmoving,
Emotions missing, heart agape, your brain stone,
Empty.
A sweet secret
Waves of depression without waste of opportunity,
Trade with season of whiff of irritation,
Worthy mentioned whirlwind of smoke,
Animates to weight the wiles of innocence,
Tracing the bitterness with a touch of severity,
Train of disasters then transfer factors of agony,
Sweeping the land of tempest of passion,
Surface of events tides the surge of pathos,
slough of ignorance shackles an approach of fate,
A summit of misery with the scrap of adversity,
Staves all rains of life in formless dread,
Rectitude of soul freezes at the thought,
Relishing of its beauty refines the style,
When ravages of time delves crumpled pain,
Qualm of conscience still seems in radiance of morning,
At dusk a ray of hope of peace,
With the pendulum of great feeling of worthy ,
Pules the progress of events with miracles,
Agitation in a sense of meditative content takes,
Sighs at a large contentment over the place,
With a solemn glee possessing utterance of destiny.
Sajid Hussain Pakistan ©
Kind of Blue…
Slinking into a still hue of blues
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt
Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars
Blue moods of so what
Sway like humid lovers on rainy nights
To the clink of ice in shot glasses
And afterhours shades of whisky, sweat and old scotch -
Smooth as muted cool
Luxurious tracks of indigo distilled intimacy
Stretch without strict resolutions
Improv exhales unashamed sketches
Of empty barstools and empty arms
As modes of blue undress into serendipity
When newborn sounds wrap limbs around
Old scores of stale melodic staves
Steady bass lines underscore mellow beats
Unperturbed ruminating pulse,
Slow percussive murmurs
Like rhythmic subways of all blues slow walking
With mystic measures of ebb and neap attraction -
A perpetual kiss slides slow into a kind of blue.
distortions of grandeur and praise
infect me and make me your slave
tranquility is but a phase
the sullen, the meek, the depraved
like shying fleece on the barter
delusions of ardor misplaced
inject faith that enmity made
in truths, she lay undressed, defaced
the maiden, the sheep, the dismayed
lead me across the graying plains
she'll be the bliss beside the pain
i lie prostrate in surrender
herd the weak into paradise
the needle is my new shepherd
stain delirium onto their eyes
like naked lambs to the slaughter
these are the pastures
the fields of mourners
the grass of beggars
meadows of paupers
here grow the anguished
the mired, the famished
the livid brackish
the passive tarnished
lead me beneath your rusting staves
these veins ache for the blight you gave
watch the child playing on the altar
dancing methamphetamine shivers
acceptance
deliverance
i am your sheep
this world's an abattoir
i am your sheep
feed me;
this mind is yours
Til the last sword-like flicker
Keeps, as 'twere defended
As much as spellbound.
Camp fire's, not only. That starred
Above. Dread nights confound.
Or that, bare wick-held, staves off
What have, for phantom thoughts
Efformed; to assail.
This godsend. This seraph, Light.
O'er Death will prevail.
Lost in the moment, so perfect, complete;
gazing adoringly, flush with the thrill.
Waltzing, she stands on her daddy's two feet,
all else on pause now, just time standing still.
Gazing adoringly, flush with the thrill.
He is her hero; his armor shines bright.
All else on pause now, just time standing still.
Staves off the heaviness, holds back the night.
He is her hero; his armor shines bright.
Gone are the shadows, abandons all care.
Staves off the heaviness, holds back the night,
darkness receding as he rocks her there.
Gone are the shadows, abandons all care;
With perfect small hands, she clings to his coat.
Darkness receding as he rocks her there,
holding her gently, a lump in his throat.
With perfect small hands, she clings to his coat;
waltzing, she stands on her daddy's two feet.
Holding her gently, a lump in his throat,
lost in the moment, so perfect, complete.
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for the Rhyming Pantoum of Five Stanzas Poetry Contest
sponsored by L Milton Hankins
written on 05/06/2022
One Nation Under God
I’m in the middle, not left nor right.
I believe that strength staves off a fight.
I’m against abortion, but I’m for the choice.
I think every child deserves a voice.
We need more programs that help our kids.
We have so many out on the skids.
Let’s feed the hungry and provide more shelter.
Let’s turn down the heat and help those that swelter.
I’m for equal rights across the board.
I will not judge, that’s for our Lord.
God gave man the gift of free will.
I believe in taxes and paying my bill.
We need prayer and discipline in every school.
We need to be strict, but never cruel.
We need to heal and see we’re flawed.
We need one nation under God.
3/8/2021 U
What You Really Want Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
she would sing with birds
known to set many records
drank many tankards?
she sure seemed so fine
my vivacious valentine
drank big Ballentine
Have you ever heard of
Ballentine Beer Before
we were researching
trump lies that had been learching
on big nose perching
had many close shaves
trump would make many big waves
we became his slaves
(stabbed him with some staves)
(he never behaves)
(leads us to our graves)
(we became his knaves)
(often us depraves)
(does grunt when he raves)
(owns atlanta braves)
How about that for quite
a few laughs with warm bathes
then travelled on Trump
putrid paths.
Wildflowers are uncultivated vegetation.
In forests and towns growing without cultivation.
Like most they are used in home medication.
Dandelions are nutritious and can ease pain's vexation.
Fever few staves off migraine attacks while,
Low immune is boosted by berries and chamomile.
Our bloating and gas is helped by chamomile tea,
While sore throat pain is helped with a bit of honey.
Eucalyptus oil can help make sinus pain moot.
Retaining water and PMS, try some chaste tree fruit.
Send out for a book on natural cures.
Don't poison yourself with drugs bought in stores.
as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush
silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the staves
as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
momentary embrace of lover's lips
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the staves
as darkness excites in solar eclipse
momentary embrace of lover's lips
silently gazing at horizon's edge
as darkness excites in solar eclipse
trailing footsteps fade out from ocean's ledge
silently gazing at horizon's edge
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
trailing footsteps fade out from ocean's ledge
as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush
November 30, 2019
Seagulls poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
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