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Post by juxtaposer on Aug 23, 2016 23:33:07 GMT -5
A Survivor's Tale: When the old Proboards forum struck the iceberg and went down with all 1,008 on board, floundering for a piece of wreckage to grab onto I spied in the distance a tiny island for which I swam. Struggling up the shore it wasn't Gilligan who rescued me but a chap by the name of Beachguy, who is quite a character, a big Jackie fan and very knowledgeable on the general subject. (He is also a bit of a poet too, I might add). He told me I'd washed ashore on the Proboards Classical Crossover U.K. Forum Jackie Evancho page. Such luck. All I had on me at the time was a poem in my pocket which I had intended to post the very day the ship was scuttled, errr, I mean, went down, so I took the liberty of re erecting on the U.K. site the poetry thread created by jgreg on the old forum. That poem is dedicated to someone I have a lot of respect for - Jackie's mum. Since then I have island hopped to this new site for Jackie lovers and am glad to be on board with a new poem in my pocket to post. jgreg isn't here either; I just hope he didn't go all the way to the bottom with goodness knows how many others, and I can't recall whether he called the original thread From Whence That Voice Came or something more like From Whence It All Came, but I've chosen the former and put the banner up here for the benefit of any Jackie-inspired versifiers who might be sailing by. As for what happened that night: were we really boarded by pirates?? It's a mystery, but I certainly would like to know what the captain was doing at the time.....
Jackie’s Music In the world these days there is such an array Of musical styles, it blows me away But Jackie’s is the music I most like to play. I used to like to listen to Billie Holiday And, somewhat more recently, Lana del Rey, But Jackie’s is the music I most like to play. Otis Redding sat upon the dock of his bay And in the morning sun sang all his blues away, But Jackie’s is the music I most like to play. Glen Miller knew how to make a ballroom sway, Elvis was the King – be that as it may Jackie’s is the music I most like to play. Don’t stop till you get enough, Michael Jackson did say, But I think I’ll put old Jacko on some other day: Jackie’s is the music I’m going to play. Arlo Guthrie wandered through his valley to pray But I just thank the Lord I am able to say That Jackie’s is the music I most like to play.
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Post by juxtaposer on Sept 2, 2016 16:04:10 GMT -5
Poetry is naturally enhanced by a little moonlight, which, after all, is from where it all came.
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Post by juxtaposer on Sept 4, 2016 17:08:09 GMT -5
Jackie’s Voice is MusicI have heard so many sounds over the years That jar my mind and play to my darkest fears, But Jackie’s voice is music to my ears. In a world going haywire day by day Throwing everything that is beautiful away, Jackie’s is the music that I play. Jackie’s voice is music - it is a heavenly thing Shining like a thousand suns on the open fields of spring That bloom forever in my imagining. And every song she sings is a delight: Be it from the silver screen, music of the night Or one made to dream, she sings it right. And when I hear her voice the storm cloud clears, The sun bursts through and the magic reappears: Jackie’s voice is music, music to my ears. Read more: classicalcrossover.proboards.com/thread/925/all-came#ixzz4JKMJyvHs
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Post by robinb on Sept 19, 2016 4:31:35 GMT -5
Apocalypse by Robin D. Bermanseder
The children were smiling, which was nice to see. It was a long walk, but worth it. We would hear real good music, for the first time in a long time. Better than we could make in the village. I carried two loaves of bread. One to pay for the music, and one for us to eat on the way home.
Avoiding the bad villages took some extra time, but with the children... I carried a pike, strapped to my good thigh, just in case. It was risky, but it might be years before she came this way again, and we needed some entertainment. Entertainment? Wrong word. It was more an aching need. A remembrance of better times. And a break from the endless farming and crafting.
We got to the meeting place, about seven miles north of the village, an old quarry used for important meetings. Rock doesn't burn. There was a donkey tied to a tree, and the three music makers. A mutant boy with an old violin (all violins were old now - nobody left knew how to make them) And an old lady with a harp. And the Jackie.
The Jackie had no hair, but neither did most of us. None of the olders care, and the young (those born after the burning) just don't notice. Half of her face was melted, but half was untouched, leaving enough beauty that you could remember what human beauty is. She was a lot better off than many of us.
So we took our places and waited for the show.
She was good. Real good. Better even than they said. Her voice was like a long slow journey over notes, like a graceful swan (remember those?), and seemed like a mirror for the words and the stories. Different to the easy computer voices we got used to in the old days.
"Your love has made me strong.."
Everyone was real quiet. Especially the children, which was rare. They were right. There was real healing in that voice.
"Your voice still echoes in my heart"
I remembered my wife Lucy, her soft but cheeky voice. Gone now except for the echoes. How we used to sit together and talk, holding hands. Before the madman, the new President, started the war that ended the old world.
"They have their seasons, so do we" "promise me that sometimes You will think of me"
At one time she smiled at me. At least her good eye smiled. There was something special in that half smile, like she was still singing but without the sound, somehow saying things will be all right. Sad but peaceful at the same time.
I left both loaves for the Jackie. She had made me feel things I had almost forgotten. It was a fair deal.
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Post by luta on Sept 28, 2016 7:38:55 GMT -5
I think this is the right place to repost this from the old forum. Here you can check out how good you can really recognize Jackie's voice:Jackie's Voice♫ ♬ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♩ ♪Sound Sample TestHow good do you knowJackie's voice?Find it out!Here!
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Post by juxtaposer on Sept 28, 2016 22:52:59 GMT -5
Lots of fun, Luta. Missed the first three till I got my ear in and ended up with 16/20 the first go.
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Post by juxtaposer on Oct 15, 2016 23:58:27 GMT -5
Beautifully and True
A thing of beauty is a joy forever, And so it’s been since Adam was a youth: In this I credit Keats for being clever In noting the link between beauty and truth, Saying succinctly, as I recall, That the two were the same, and that is all.
I have been a listener to choirs As ever would a lover of such things, And to a melodist who never tires Of weaving magic every time she sings Her melodies familiar and new, Forever singing beautifully and true.
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Post by rickolsen on Oct 18, 2016 10:53:59 GMT -5
There was a young girl in Gibsonia Who wanted to sing a new toneia She practiced so long On an interesting song She heard on her cell telephoneia
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Post by juxtaposer on Oct 18, 2016 18:27:34 GMT -5
Last I heard, that voice came from her vocal chords... And this, of course, came from Beethoven's fingers.
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Post by juxtaposer on Feb 7, 2017 20:39:00 GMT -5
Dreaming with Her
I know a singer, and when I hear her sing I can’t imagine any more beautiful a thing Than to hear her pour her heart into every golden note, With all the tones of amber and honey in her throat Blending in a richness of melodies that flow In harmony with autumn, or summer’s evening glow, Or shining like a moonbeam, or a sudden ray Of sunshine reappearing on a rainy day Colouring the sky, with a canopy of blue Painted as the background for every rainbow hue.
And listening, I am hearing so many things in turn That take me to the windows of those for which I yearn: A loved one in the twilight calling from afar, A promise of forgiveness, a wish upon a star, A hope forever burning, a kiss from ruby lips, Visions of a face that could launch a thousand ships, Strands of silver starlight glinting in the gloom Woven into music upon her silken loom Embroidering a magic within my mind to stir My pure imagination into dreaming with her.
When over the horizon clouds begin to spread So darkly I am failing to see my way ahead Beyond the looming shadows that cause me to despair: When the little boat I’m sailing is dashed beyond repair I could wish for nothing greater than for her to never stop Singing beneath a rainbow, or somewhere over the top Following the blue birds wherever they may go, Stepping on the stardust, ready with her bow, Aiming for the magic with all the hunter’s art, Her quiver full of arrows that penetrate the heart.
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Post by juxtaposer on Feb 9, 2017 4:31:42 GMT -5
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Post by juxtaposer on Feb 17, 2017 19:40:15 GMT -5
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Post by juxtaposer on Feb 17, 2017 19:50:22 GMT -5
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Post by juxtaposer on May 25, 2017 19:53:34 GMT -5
Spreading the Love
I have a heart and so do you, But imagine if you had not one but two Beating in your body, wouldn’t it astound? – Two hearts to help you share the love around.
I know a girl, she’s got two hearts To help her spread the love when the music starts; She spreads a lot of love; you can feel it in the air And everyone who listens can have a full share.
My heart fills up with hopes anew The way silver-lined clouds let the sun shine through To smile on the earth from high above – That’s what it’s like when I listen to the love.
We each have a heart; we feel it pound, But Jackie has two to share the love around: Two hearts singing to help a young girl Spread the love and kindness throughout the world.
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Post by Beachguy on May 26, 2017 12:30:37 GMT -5
Spreading the Love
I have a heart and so do you, But imagine if you had not one but two Beating in your body, wouldn’t it astound? – Two hearts to help you share the love around. I know a girl, she’s got two hearts To help her spread the love when the music starts; She spreads a lot of love; you can feel it in the air And everyone who listens can have a full share. My heart fills up with hopes anew The way silver-lined clouds let the sun shine through To smile on the earth from high above – That’s what it’s like when I listen to the love. We each have a heart; we feel it pound, But Jackie has two to share the love around: Two hearts singing to help a young girl Spread the love and kindness throughout the world. Very nice tiger , I no poet an know it on this place .... Jackie is as a butterfly spreading sweetness as she flutters from place to place
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