Oh autumn trails
Bring pleasant winds
That never trail south
The island once was a sweet emerald blessing
with chorus of sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
A stowaway soon arrived on the scene...
A brown snake with a smile of poisonous sheen.
At first it sang a duet with the pips and the peeps
but it is deaf and only exists to distract and deceive.
Soon after, the chorus had become quite extinct
no more sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
The brown serpentine is staring at the horizon
flicking a frantic fork at the neighboring islands.
In springtime, the harmoniuos chirping of the birds awakens me.
Tonight I'm in my room getting high, on Nostalgia
Watching reels made to look like it's 1985, people in the comments say the sun just doesn't shine the same , I just tell 'em nah thats because this is AI
but I still watch anyway, homesick for moments that no longer exist I turn to my phone and pull up all my old favorite playlists
I listen to my youth, one hit at a time
This is serotonin
Forgotten lyrics bring back happy memories of the past
I held on to so many sights, smells, and feelings ..
A life I thought was long forgotten
Feeling whole at last
I have been unlocked and the chorus breaks me
He left not a speck. He left not a stain.
He left no more than a black widow's brain.
He warbled loudly as he stood in the rain,
and sang it again and again and again.
Let's start holding hands
Then proceed like thus
We'll hug the first verse
Then kiss the chorus
With lots of repeats
And much give and take
I think you'll enjoy
The song that we make
Prompt: (Sand promises)
In the morning, as silent stillness flows
My mind is filled with songs of gratitude
For the chorus of your love’s gentle mood
Erasing tears with dreams despite shadows
You are the dawn’s heavy breath of daring
As night falls, you point to the moon and stars
Twinkles stirring the voice of life’s memoirs
These are joys your love is always sharing
Years pass by and I’m caught up in you smile
Sensing the wonder that comes from this love
Passions still burning, like the sun above
I’ve left fear behind since it’s not your style
You are the song that stirs my heart to dance
Your music plays my life’s finest romance
I'm a song without a chorus
And my mind is rather porous
Been down this road before
Questioning why I'm back for more
Words bounce around in my head
When for years I thought they were dead
For years I watched myself bleed
Ignoring the things I need
But it's a waste of my headspace
To fight gunfire with a mace
So here I stand one more time
Lost in the echoes of rhyme
Because deep down I love this
And the scene is what I miss
Green greed feeds the machine
With wanted posters asking if I've been seen
But I'm not Waldo, you don't need to find me
I'm here for all of you to see
With a pen that still drips with ink
It really has to make you think
If passion can truly come and go
Then what do any of us know
But I've paid my fine
And lost my place in line
But that's just fine
I'll carve it out with each new line
A subtle repetition in the flow
And maybe everything will glow
But I am not a gimmick to be written off
Even if I've fed from the trough
I'm just a song without a chorus
And my mind is rather porous
I'll just have to sing hard enough
So my words are good enough
Biting through strings on girlish giggles
harrowing the echo of church bells;
Overpowering with sweetness
rolling in good times that tune foretells,
Magick you always want to join in,
tragic to know it’s a small circle;
Fabric that has been stitched together,
dramatic their chorus of chortle.
In the woods, where silence secrets
Songs so alive with the harmonies of chirrups,
Tweets, peeps and twitters, colors of light
Falling like liquid insight into the spirit who hears
The voice of God through the oaks and laurels,
Through the woods gentle melodies, ballads and narratives…
Perched
Songbirds,
happily,
sing their chorus.
Their rainbow feathers -
shimmer in the sunshine.
Busily feasting on seeds,
with wings rapidly fluttering.
Their chorus becomes a symphony;
a joyful morning serenade to all!
Cardinals and nuthatches
Sing in the morning
Serendipitously in unison
Unhinged with no warning
A motionless conductor
As I sit in my space
Melodies arrive equivocally
Put a smile on my face
Gods garden of glory
So much noise to take in
I close my eyes with pleasure
As the crow starts to sing
And the hawk up so high
A whistle to his ring
Contributes to the chorus
In his own speechless way
In suns warmth in morning
A precious way to start a day
In the dimly lit room, an expensive haze
A lone lampshade casts a melancholy gaze.
Its weary glow illuminates the despair.
As the blues bear hold, filling the air.
A shattered heart's anthem, a soulful refrain,
Echoes through the room, causing hearts to strain.
The notes of sorrow dance in the smokey haze.
Tales of lost love and shattered dreams blaze.
Each strum of the guitar, each mournful chord
Tells the story of a love that's been ignored.
The singer's voice, raspy and bruised
Carries the weight of the blues.
In the spotlight's glare, he stands alone.
His heartache was exposed, and his pain clearly shown.
The audience, captured by his raw emotion,
Sinks deeper into the blues' devotion.
The rhythm pulses such as heartbeat ache.
As the lyrics weave a tale of love's mistake.
The room becomes a sanctuary of despair.
Where broken souls find solace in the air.
The expensive drinks flow such as tears.
As the crowd drowns their sorrows, numbing their fears.
But the lampshade knows the truth they seek.
That the blues won't fade, no matter how they speak.
Harmonious is not a horrid homogenized concoction,
pulsed and blitzed in a blender mixer,
until the notes and flavors meld and gel set.
Instead it is a polyphonic pitch ensemble,
a juxtaposition of notes in counterpoint.
Chords, sounds, glissando's and voices
all intermingle as individuals,
balancing consonance and dissonance
in harmony.
When your world goes way out of tune,
discordant in cacophony,
clanging with noisy chaotic strife!
Get your harpsichord re-tuned afresh,
to sound notes of love, true blue, not bluesy bent.
Then your soul can be harmonious again
in rhythmic syncopating jam sessions,
adlibbing with your soul mates,
in a potpourri of flavors, savored
harmonious.
Froggy bottom chorus line was jazzy and smart
They obeyed with rhythm, they bogeyed with heart
They brought their dance routine to a whole new art
Choreography of their steps, courtesy of leader, McLart
This boggy chorus line danced nearly off the chart
Every one of them, even smart little missy Tart.
I was mesmerized said my dour cousin Bill Bart.
Best of all was when the whole line began to belch and fart.
Scaring flies who did not know which way to dart
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