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ChinHooi Ng May 2015
Happiness is like,

grandpa's smoking pipe,

breathing tranquil frequencies,

like grandma's needlework,

knitting sweaters with embroideries,

like a radio,

antenna of thanksgiving,

the harvest of beautiful melodies.
Marieta Maglas Jun 2015
(Arturo, Lucca, Miguel, Frederick, Marco, Cruz, Pedro and Ivan were playing cards and chess. Lucca, Cruz and Miguel started to smoke clay pipes.)

''Nice angled bowl with a coat of arms, '' said Lucca. ''Yes, '' said Cruz
While smoking and relaxing, ''where did you buy them, Lucca? ''
''This one is made in Holland- a way to liberate your muse.''
''Give new life to a broken heart, '' said Miguel, '' It's like scuba, ''

Laughed Lucca, '' Ivan, how could you avoid the army as a serf? ''
''As a yeoman having my own land, I had an accident.''
Cruz asked him, ’’Did you receive some support from a dwarf? ''
''I broke my left leg when I fell from my horse- a strange event.''

''Interesting! '' said Marco. ''You became a rich merchant
In the Ottoman Empire.'' ''Yes, I sold my land, '' smiled Ivan.
''You could go to Moscow, '' ''I didn't want to be a servant.''
'' I was a middleman in the fur trade, '' ''Let's enliven

This game with some wine! '' '' These cards are unique, '' said Pedro.
''This rare pictorial pack is made in London, '' said Marco.
Marco told Cruz, ''If you need new cards, I'll give you pronto.''
''Give me the most immoral hand, '' laughed Cruz, ''come in, Fargo! ''

(Fargo entered to bring the wine, which was served using glasses. Ibrahim brought dried fruits, nuts, biscuits and small cakes. The women had spent over an hour dressing for this meeting because it was customary for women to change their entire outfit for any event on the ship. Rosa, Geraldine and Erica were doing some needlework. Carla, Chiara and Pedra were reading some expensive books. Chiara chose to read a book written by Elena Piscopia, Carla was reading some philosophy by Mary Astell and Pedra liked the books written by Aphra Behn. Francesca started to paint and Bella was trying to play ‘’Capriccio stravagante’’ by the Italian composer Carlo Farina using a violin.)

Francesca said, '' The violin replaced the viol, ''
''The music written for it established its identity, ''
Said Rosa, ''I like the opera 'L'Orfeo' and its tale.''
''Through polyphony, Monteverdi has supremacy.''


Francesca continued, ''Chiara, what are you reading? ''
''A book about Christ written by the monk Laspergio and late
Translated by Elena Piscopia, a nun being
The first woman that graduated with a doctorate.''


Carla said, ''Francesca, what are you painting in that blue? ''
'' I'm not Caravaggio, still I paint a medusa.''
Carla replied, ''You used amazing hues, and it's sweet in view! ''
Chiara said, ''It's an image of the port of Siracusa! ''

(Francesca embraced Chiara.)

‘’ ''It's so lovely to see you together; you are good friends, ''
Said Geraldine while finishing her work, ''do you have children? ''
''I've married Arturo six years ago and our love ascends
After his long widowhood; Francesca is his daughter.''

Chiara took Geraldine's hand with a noble gesture
She told her that Arturo lost a fortune three months ago,
And this trip was offered by Lucca to change their life's texture.
''Maybe Francesca painted to petrify the time's flow.''

''Francesca is the sweetest child I've ever seen until now.
She's adorable in this purity of her mind.
She's shining like a star belonging to Ursa Major Plough,
And I love Arturo even in affairs he is so blind.''

(Arturo and Marco were the last passengers who left the room while talking. Arturo ended the conversation.)
‘’ Russia is a force needing an expansion quite quickly
But, unfortunately, her friends are not really her friends.
Pushing Russia, who is an honest power, clearly
Will turn the destiny of the whole world into dead ends.’’

(to be continued.....)

Poem by Marieta Maglas
You may not recognize me
     'til you hear the music playing,
  capriccio of a mellifluous heart
      dancing upon destiny's moons,
  speechless neath euphonical clouds'
              yearning euphoric poetry
tangshunzi Aug 2014
Ci sono matrimoni ipnotizzante e poi ci sono i matrimoni ipnotizzante.Una giornata così magico che si deve letteralmente smettere di tutti gli altri obblighi per immergersi in ogni ultimo istante della bella .Questo è uno di quei matrimoni.A chiudere la porta .il silenzio al telefono .sollevare i talloni dal tipo di scrivania vicenda che merita veramente la vostra attenzione .Un matrimonio che brilla dalla testa



ai piedi con dettagli contemporanei Fleurs \u0026Coriandoli e stelle filanti .yummy tratta di Sug'art e un Centro des sciences de l'impostazione Montreal che vi toglierà il fiato .Vedi tutto catturato da Isabelle Paille proprio qui.nella piena galleria .
Condividi questa splendida galleria ColorsSeasonsSpringSettingsMuseumUrban SpaceStylesModernWhimsical

Da Isabelle Paille .Questo particolare matrimonio primaverile amo.perché l'equilibrio della città e del verde .di un luogo industriale decorato con calore in tutte le cose capriccio .di una storia d'amore che è tutto molto urbano .ma con tutto il fascino classico ad esso .E ' così equilibrato come questa coppia è .e la preparazione di questo matrimonio con loro è stato a dir poco un sogno !

Lo spazio moderno e industriale era la tela perfetta bianca .con .di notte .una vista mozzafiato sulla abiti da sposa on line città .Gli inviti sono stati fatti in uno stile moderno ma con colori sorbetto aggiunti .giallo.verde e un po 'di pesca !Tavoli da refettorio sono stati abiti da sposa on line utilizzati drappeggiato in bianco .con sedie pieghevoli bianche pure .per dare un aspetto festoso e fresco .Fiori di primavera gialli come i tulipani sono stati usati abbondantemente.così come lo zucchero coperto i limoni .come segnaposto .Gli elementi di arredo sono semplici e freschi sui tavoli degli ospiti.richiamando l'attenzione sulla sposa e dello sposo tabella che è stata decorata abbondantemente .La tabella dolce è stato un enorme successo too.This matrimonio era assolutamente incantevole .dall'inizio alla fine .con tanti dettagli e rifiniture che ha reso gli ospiti giallo con invidia !E un anno dopo .i clienti sono ancora riferendosi ad esso come il matrimonio Science Center.

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Vulesse addeventà nu barbuncino:
uno 'e chilli canille nire e riccie
ca siente 'e dì p' 'a strada: "Che carino!...
sembra un batuffolino... nu capriccio".
E me 'nfezzasse dint' 'a na vetrina
d' 'o primmo magazzino ca truvasse;
e tu, passanno 'a llà ogni matina,
te 'ncapricciasse 'e me e m'accattasse.

Io già me veco cu nu cullarino
tutto 'ndurato cu ddoje campanelle
sdraiato appiede a tte 'ncopp' 'o cuscino:
p' 'a gioia, cchiù nun ce stesse dint' 'a pella!

E quanno po' tu me pigliasse 'mbraccio,
dicenneme parole azzuccuselle,
io t'alleccasse 'e mmane, l'uocchie e 'a faccia
sbattenno 'e zampe, 'e rrecchie e 'sta curella.

Pe stà sempe cu tte matina e sera
nun me 'mpurtasse 'e fà sta vita 'e cane!
Vicino a tte t' 'o giuro 'e sta manera
vulesse bbene pure 'o acchiappacane!
Vulesse addeventà nu barbuncino:
uno 'e chilli canille nire e riccie
ca siente 'e dì p' 'a strada: "Che carino!...
sembra un batuffolino... nu capriccio".
E me 'nfezzasse dint' 'a na vetrina
d' 'o primmo magazzino ca truvasse;
e tu, passanno 'a llà ogni matina,
te 'ncapricciasse 'e me e m'accattasse.

Io già me veco cu nu cullarino
tutto 'ndurato cu ddoje campanelle
sdraiato appiede a tte 'ncopp' 'o cuscino:
p' 'a gioia, cchiù nun ce stesse dint' 'a pella!

E quanno po' tu me pigliasse 'mbraccio,
dicenneme parole azzuccuselle,
io t'alleccasse 'e mmane, l'uocchie e 'a faccia
sbattenno 'e zampe, 'e rrecchie e 'sta curella.

Pe stà sempe cu tte matina e sera
nun me 'mpurtasse 'e fà sta vita 'e cane!
Vicino a tte t' 'o giuro 'e sta manera
vulesse bbene pure 'o acchiappacane!
Irisa Jan 2021
"Can you hear it...this melody, the wheels of fortune are already turning.
Can the capriccio leading to destruction be stopped,I wonder.
O sorrowful warriors who must bear the cross known as peace, by the violent hands of a creature who knows not love , our paradise has been transformed into a chaotic nation where control is non-existent.
There is no way to end this calamity but to ask for you help"
Donall Dempsey Jul 2019
. . .WHILE THE MUSIC LASTS. . .



"Music heard so deeply
That is not heard at all, but you are
The music While the music lasts."

T. S. Eliot: The Dry Salvages - V






The door appears
before her

as if hey presto
out of thin air.

I have to sing it to her for her
to know it is there....is a door.

"Open the door Suzie!"

The Dylan and her name
activates its fact and function.

She is always amazed that
the world waits outside.

" A little bit of magic!"
she always coos.

"It's like the sky...the bird and trees
have been made...just for me!"

And each time she
carelessly loses the world

it is made anew
shiny as the first Creation.

She basks in the sheer
pleasure of me

brushing brushing
her hair her hair.

But seeing how much
comes off on the brush

she panics:
"I'm losing me!"

As if she were shedding
her self.

"You're losing it...you're losing it!"
I sing with great gusto.

She laughs and joyfully
joins in

with the corruption of
Blake.

Out on the street she
starts to take off her clothes

thinking she is
at home.

"Oh oh Suzie we
don't do that  'round here!"

But now it's time for
biscuits and tea.

She knows it because
I whistle some Capriccio

of Zelenka's
whatever comes to mind.

She admits that I music her
back into being but

"...you can't whistle for toffee
or sing for nuts and your voice

is a bit too harsh and Irish!"

I do my best to
sing her through

the day's comings and goings
music taking her by the hand

leading her back
into a world

she no longer lives in
most of the time.

"Open the door Suzie!
But I ain't gonna hear it said no more."
Vulesse addeventà nu barbuncino:
uno 'e chilli canille nire e riccie
ca siente 'e dì p' 'a strada: "Che carino!...
sembra un batuffolino... nu capriccio".
E me 'nfezzasse dint' 'a na vetrina
d' 'o primmo magazzino ca truvasse;
e tu, passanno 'a llà ogni matina,
te 'ncapricciasse 'e me e m'accattasse.

Io già me veco cu nu cullarino
tutto 'ndurato cu ddoje campanelle
sdraiato appiede a tte 'ncopp' 'o cuscino:
p' 'a gioia, cchiù nun ce stesse dint' 'a pella!

E quanno po' tu me pigliasse 'mbraccio,
dicenneme parole azzuccuselle,
io t'alleccasse 'e mmane, l'uocchie e 'a faccia
sbattenno 'e zampe, 'e rrecchie e 'sta curella.

Pe stà sempe cu tte matina e sera
nun me 'mpurtasse 'e fà sta vita 'e cane!
Vicino a tte t' 'o giuro 'e sta manera
vulesse bbene pure 'o acchiappacane!
Donall Dempsey Jul 2020
". . .WHILE THE MUSIC LASTS. . ."

"Music heard so deeply
That is not heard at all, but you are
The music While the music lasts."

T. S. Eliot: The Dry Salvages - V


*



The door appears
before her

as if hey presto
out of thin air.

I have to sing it to her for her
to know it is there....is a door.

"Open the door Suzie!"

The Dylan and her name
activates its fact and function.

She is always amazed that
the world waits outside.

" A little bit of magic!"
she always coos.

"It's like the sky...the bird and trees
have been made...just for me!"

And each time she
carelessly loses the world

it is made anew
shiny as the first Creation.

She basks in the sheer
pleasure of me

brushing brushing
her hair her hair.

But seeing how much
comes off on the brush

she panics:
"I'm losing me!"

As if she were shedding
her self.

"You're losing it...you're losing it!"
I sing with great gusto.

She laughs and joyfully
joins in

with the corruption of
Blake.

Out on the street she
starts to take off her clothes

thinking she is
at home.

"Oh oh Suzie we
don't do that  'round here!"

But now it's time for
biscuits and tea.

She knows it because
I whistle some capriccio

of Zelenka's
whatever comes to mind.

She admits that I music her
back into being but

"...you can't whistle for toffee
or sing for nuts and your voice

is a bit too harsh and Irish!"

I do my best to
sing her through

the day's comings and goings
music taking her by the hand

leading her back
into a world

she no longer lives in
most of the time.

"Open the door Suzie!
But I ain't gonna hear it said no more."
Glenn Welch May 19
I sometimes words,
I sometimes grammar,
Sometimes staccato,
Jazz hands,
Industrial stammer,
Pizzicato knuckles,
Slurred chuckle,

I am abbandono,
I am lilt,
I am full lyrical tilt,
Allegrezza grin,
Melancholy parting shot,
Joining the dots,
In legato hopscotch,

Agitato, a capriccio,
Bent and bowed, crushed crescendo,
Breathe, take a rest,
Find your tempo,
Hold your tone,
Dolcissimo, dissonant,
Delicato but known,

— The End —