monochrome illustration of musical notes and violin
What a day! Abeautiful day,
Its a new dawn hey!
Today I woke up to this scent,
You see this mouth watering aroma,
The scent of Art. The taste of Art…
And I knew indeed this is the taste of Art,
The impact is felt on the four corners of this land
As categories of groups and individuals join hands
To sustain their livelihoods with creative arts and baskets to the market,
As strings of a four string guitar began to sing captivating melodies,
Drum rolls on the bass line, sustaining creative industries for a long time,
Ditinkane, dipina le maboko, traditional rhythms of our bloodline…
Nurturing talent in its cultural and arts expressions of the mind,
Building artistic economic sectors that complement each other’s desire,
This melody! That melody! Those melodies
The birth of this character is not a deception,
A reminisce or tepid reflection,
It is a sense with an intention,
For people are sculptured for all they might listen,
And quote from it loosely, in phases that glisten
They cast all thats audible in bright filigree
Truth is most people are scared just like me
But trust these melodies, we shall plant seeds
That grow and feed our nation and export to other countries,
Our songs, our fashion, literature, instruments, culture and traditions
Are pillars for excellence in creative industries,
Raising super stars that shine our flag beyond tallest trees,
To contribute to the growth of our economy,
To generate income and elevate our own,
To celebrate our own with pride and delight at home,
This melody! That melody! Those melodies!
A ship that sailed from mind to Mars, past ships oceans and dreams so far
In goldfish bowls of memory. A soul called for santuary
And in an envelope there it came. A teardrop without a name
In silence loss I came to view a melody in loosing you
And hours turned youth old, in secrets that were never told,
In wisdomed light and such desire, I cried alone by the fire,
And all at once I recognized, the mind could slip and often slide,
And you were gone from year to year, but inside me you were always here,
This melody, that melody those melodies!
Oh dear melodies you have been faithful no disappointment,
When porvety knocked you locked the door,
When unemployment blew the whistle you turned up,
Through this Art competitions…
President day we recite, rewards have become elevations,
Bring those rattles and percussions in legs and hands of our brethren, ,
Ditinkane, digaba, diorooro and traditional rhythms,
Play those guitars, Ditinkane, digaba, diorooro and traditional rhythms,
Let us observe how an elegant flower smiles
Capturing our attention from all vicious wiles
This melodies with hard work success is guaranteed
This melody, that melody those melodies!
Now shout and sing oh angels of dreams! Sound like a gentle tide oh angel of dreams
Gleam and slimmer in that stage of glamour
Warm our hearts from spring to summer
Run walk crawl move forward melody creators
Inspire to motivate navigators of this terrain. At this time when the time is right
When our beautiful desires fade into beatiful reality. When our melodies
From mountains of Art, oh perhaps from the cloud fumes when you sing aloud.
When you recite aloud. When guitar melodies are melodious and loud,
Drum rolls so loud. Ditinkane so loud and make the world go round and round
And again like angels… This melody! That melody! Those melodies!
Let happiness sparkle into our hearts as we compete to the last,
Let us articulate passions of our hearts like builders from the past,
Vitalizing dream chase in diverse parts,
Let us unite this world with melodies and voices
That create unity, diversity and sparks of divinity,
Performing all diverse parts of the creative industry as humanity,
Let this melodies create memories for centuries
This melody that melody Those melodies..
These melodies feels like home. These melodies, our symbol
These melodies, our heritage. These melodies are just the true defintion of us
This melody, that melody! Those melodies!!!!!
I am a storyteller from grand mothers and daughters of the jungle,
Where echoes and sounds of the wild have rhythms of a versatile speaker,
Speaking in tongues and melodies of a soul seeker,
Narrating our times from the past and strings of our struggle,
In voices that blend together like osmosis,
As undertones and sopranos of every piece of an instrument mostly
Seduced our favorite dance and songs boldly,
This melody that melody Those melodies!!!!!
And I am the melody, the Poet, the song, the vowel, the mystic…
The music, the sculptures, the actors, the dancers,
The graphics, the pictures, the faces, the future…
Title: THIS MELODY
Writer: Sidos
Poet: Sidos
Yr: 2022
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