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Soothing suttlness
a tender, tender kiss
Good morning Miss
what a lovely day
couldn't wait to say it
I was the first one to say it
Happy Anniversary my Dear
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It's the most memerabale part
it's just a start
it's a cool soothing melody
makes you wanna sing your part
when the music starts
it's structured with a just right harmony
it's contracting section
gives direction
the chorus and verse
tells the story for me
when it changes tempo
it aint that simple
to hold my emotions
I love the way it do
the pitch and tempo
the horns and strings go
the beat set the stage for the honeymoon
the beats calculated; Lyrics clearly stated
shaped by it's musicale elements
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iThe term "MC" in business formulas most commonly refers to marginal cost, calculated as the change in total cost divided by the change in quantity of output (
). Other formulas with "MC" include marginal profit (
) and marginal social cost (
). Musical words for song creation include melody (the tune), harmony (simultaneous notes), and rhythm (the pattern of durations). Key terms for song structure are verse (storytelling part), chorus (repeated, memorable part), and bridge (contrasting section). You also need to consider the tempo (speed) and dynamics (volume) to create a complete song.
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6/3/17
Continual verbatim
And ultimatums
Better know what they're payin'
During times of economic downfall and inflation
I got no time for playin'
And don't care what others are sayin'
Skills like Raiden
Time I turn super saiyan
Mixed with Jason
Any anything made by Wes Craven
Near and far from any raven
Across every basin
And all the nations
During any occasions
Got to make more bacon
In the form of Benjamin Franklins
Events occuring for short or long-term durations
Regarding similar and different situations
I've been way down below the foundation
In the basement
Below layers of pavement
Still found inspiration
As the universe remained in rotation
Since the dawn of creation
Among objects nowhere near or adjacent
To lots that were or were not vacant
With the talent of a mason
And knowledge of a shaman
In any location
I want to decision
Please help me but don't help me
But decisions that I've made
The durations of the problems have cascade
Multiple times I've been misled
Been unfair but yet I stand
But instead I'm alone and that's, okay
I've subsided I'm recluse often times I don't know just what to do the things are wrong seems so right it's all natural for God made it such all things are pleasantries who am I the judge I am one of these I loved it loved alone yet okay who am I to say what keeps me at bay
Indecisive
Trauma song sings out loud alone is just alone
I gravitate not to the things I hate my desires is a fire
A flame that I must consume the impending thoughts
That I think that I brought I nourish humor am I to judge
I'm in my own love
I need no one else that I need of someone and to someone needs me they call me love
Who am I to tarry here when I caress not no fear for a man I have no need of that to rescuer the cover the co-protector spirits turn seems to believe that he is the hero I often thought as I think no one else to blame who is The rescuer who is the one God has loaned I am bankrupt I'm doing well on my own
In decisive?
5/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
#4: Time Always Minute
Time, inspired, now expired, on-site, sit tight.
all that stands subject to change constantly,
from one crossroads to milestone, overwrite,
the turning point, grains of sand, presently,
exchanging circumstances pertinent,
time-space continuum, situations,
time-slot columns, sectional, alignment,
segments prepare a course of durations,
stages invent themselves accordingly,
time and again they reinvent the wholes,
tis uncompromising strengths ... primary,
repeat performance, seconds intervals,
full showcase entertains a split instant,
shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant.
The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand,
stimulates the aging
functions that affect
durations longing of
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles,
in an attribute of time, there once
beheld inside a weightless wonder, the
consequential objective for an entire world
to be ... in that one speck of sand there was
a granule of subservient effervescence, indicative
of life granting necessities of being ... a finality of
reasoning that was encapsulated in fragments
made up of earthy embraces.
In the glasses
of yesterdays,
Everest's of
has-beens
and have-nots,
mushrooming of
chapters and episodes
of life as it was, and now
they are all ... nevermore.
And so there it is, life as it
WAS, piles on and on and on ...
In this exquisite-like spectrum of
simplicities and complications, all be
the gatherings of aplenty numberings
once-upon-a-timers, that fate cast into
whimsical beings of time, are all of those
remembrances trustworthy to the hereafter
that is at a wandering here and there about,
OR is it of a reluctancy of one that would take
a back seat and gawk at the whole of--what ifs
--exchanging a wandering to be THE wanderer,
afeared at the tips of tongues of a life once
lived ... lacking innocence, and therefore
in the eyes of justice, a lifetime of
ill regrets,
appropriate
sentencing to
be carried out
in the bottoms
of a glass bottle,
now and forever.
Enticing beat,
ancient accolades, achieving ancestry
backbeat barrage, buoyant beats
crescendo chorus calculations
dulled dirges, double drumming durations
environmental echoed egos
faint, fading fervent falsettos;
Ghost-Note grooves
hi-hat hoop heads hued
intended isolation idio-synchrony
jembe jaunt journeyings
kidi kick knockings
linear lick loggings
metronome mallets magical
nostalgic notations neurological
ostinato off-beat odd-modulationss
paradiddle percussive permutations,
rudimentary rack repetitions, relentless rolls,
soft solitary shakers, steady shredding, single stroking spurs,
tenacious, tribal tectonic tympani trance
udu utterance
vibraslap virgin, vivid vibes vile,
wood-block whirls winging wild
xboba, x-hat, xaern
yearning yugen yarn
zigzag
enticing beat.
The gamut of space is unmeasured
as future projectory durations are futile
for the present
time is a provocative presence
with their backs to the wall
subjecting humankind
a balance with the course of its nature
having the incessant tock that ticks many off the wall
that faces trade with theirs
and that soulless thing of their objection
where lies a litany of unfinished deadlines
leaving these higher-ups against the wall
sharing their objections
whining that the clock had run out of its time
—preposterous
the vacuum of time is indefinite
there is no beginning
there is no ending
mayhaps the time of the day had expired
and if it be so
then there will always be a tomorrow
—time permitting
I never sought your money, never sought your gold
all I ever asked, was for the truth to be told
while time has passed, my hope has faded
G-d only knows, how long I had waited
Memories I have as a little boy, once happy just to play with my toy
but as I grew up my mind did ponder, if truth really existed over yonder
reaching adulthood I saw for myself, the lies which my soul had been fed
only by the grace of G-d was I prevented, my steps to purgatory from being led
Now I am older, being blessed with a family of my own
left with so many questions, and still very very much alone
perhaps if only I could make sense, to understand who you really are
a chance to at least to be able, with hope to remove this scar
And you my forebearer, although you brought me into being
you gave me my strength, but my faith gave me my seeing
but now your are old, and you can no longer pretend
despite our relationship, gone is the ability for me to mend
Those missed opportunities, now my mother is no longer
only after her death, did I realize she made me stronger
my internal tears how inconsolable, when this truth set in
oh how much I failed to honor her while alive, this my sin
"Honor thy father and thy mother", have we been commanded
for no other reason or purpose, other than He has demanded
no matter how much grief or anger, you feel from you they deserve
avoid bringing punishment upon your soul, your anger do not preserve
Lessons of a lifetime, skeletons in the closet we all do hide
varying durations of time we have been pained, in whom to confide
there can be no escape, for our actions will we be judged
how difficult to overcome our ego, to this we can't be budged
While we cannot go back, stopping those hands from turning time
but we can seek to redirect ourselves, focusing toward the sublime
charity starts at home, therefore it's for our own ultimate good
eternal bliss really does await us, if we but only understood
I am
a period. When you see me it means
a full stop. A break for
the reader.
The end of the sentence.
I end your story. Sometimes not soon
enough.
Sometimes I am not found for
long stretches of time. I am hiding it seems.
Good sentence structure
brings me acceptable in the world.
I like that.
When I am used correctly. Oops.
Not in intervals durations infrequently
or repeatedly and wherever and whenever.
Often I go where I do not
belong just because I can.
I am not pretty
like a exclamation mark
or a semi-colon or even the lovely
question mark no I am just a dot.
But I am demanding. ClOSE the door.
or I can be polite. Please close the door.
So this is my story.
I am
a period. When you see me it means
a full stop. A break for
the reader.
The end of a sentence.
And in ending always remember to
wrap it up with me.
The end.
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September 8, 2015
Free Verse - Personification
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The special effects of Holywood were no match for the ones God demonstrated over the unfriendly skies I observed while growing up in America's southern region. There were some 'Rainy Days' that lasted a few minutes after the dark and scary clouds. But there were other days and nights of stormy weather of more extended durations. When such storms appeared with lightning, rain, and thunder, mom and dad had one rule. Like no other times, that rule was very simple and happily followed, "Sit down and be quiet". They said that God was speaking and we best get in a corner and listen like never before. They were simple folks who sieged the moment, forgetting about yesterday or tomorrow.
Fast forward some 25 years later and go west 2000 miles, and I was introduced to a God who spoke less with thunder and lightning but had a lot more to say with winds, floods, and high tides. It was not a rainy night in Georgia, but I certainly have experienced many rainy days in California. In two successive years alone, there were many rainy days in the Bay Area where I arrived in 1978.
In December 1982*, winds of 70 mph forced the closure of the Golden Gate Bridge. And also, December 1983 brought 75 mph winds that also forced the closing of the bridge. Crossing the bridge with winds of such magnitude was a never to be forgotten experience. I never feared that the bridge would fall as my vehicle and I 'slow danced' above the waters.
On another rainy day, I was trapped by flood waters and cut off from my hometown and family for a night and a day. But thanks to the Red Cross, I was sheltered from the rain and provided with warm blankets and nice hot soup. Indeed, another 'Carpe Diem' kind of day.
09142018PoSoupContest, A Rainy Day, Sara Kendrick, Poem picture #4; *Since its completion, the Golden Gate Bridge has been closed because of weather conditions only three times: on December 1, 1951, because of gusts of 69 mph (111 km/h); on December 23, 1982, because of winds of 70 mph (113 km/h); and on December 3, 1983, because of wind gusts of 75 mph (121 km/h).[49]. Wikipedia