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Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
Yes, He is approachable. No, He is not hidden or isolated.
Yes, He is an Infinite and Awesome Supernatural Being.
He introduces himself to us in the form of our own humanity and invites us into a personal relationship with Himself.
He demolishes all former barriers and walls of separation,
and establishes eternal bonds of one-on-one communication.
He is infused with simplicity, and immune to complexity.
He is not abstract and does not freeze my brain with questions too advanced for me. If he utters realities that are not understood by me, I neither worry nor experience frustration.
I understand that He is nt the author of confusionon but a Revealer of Truth, which is himself.
He is forbearing and redemptive; not judgmental
He is a most lovely Being; not a selfish unknown
He much prefers to forgive and ‘look over this’, than to condemn and ‘get you for that’.
If he had instincts, love would be at the very top.
Perhaps our first life instinct is self-consciousness.
Self-preservation is a natural for us. He requires no preservation; and if he has anything to preserve, it is us.
01092017 cj PS
I say the same things - one day you will too,
'Any snakes? Is she ugly or what?' Just a few,
'aaaiiiooo! Anyone would think you're a big officer.'
'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit' - was that Oscar?
He came for tea, earnestly, Ogden with his mint-julap,
Bent, my Danish friend, who said: 'You're the master of small talk,'
we said that, ' We keep it simple so that you will understand.'
Between all of us, cynicism paled into insignificance,
Oscar was unfazed until we reminded him of orientation,
'My dear boy, isn't it time that you stopped repeating yourself,
otherwise you surely will get left on the shelf,'
Oscar sloped off, Bent had enough, Ogden with alliteration,
above his station, with animation, me still repetition.
(sometimes poetry has to express itself in the simplicity of your heart. i term this type of poem as bedroom poetry. you don't need to be Byron or Shelly just a man with the woman he loves. your poem has to be as gentle as a KISS, keep it simple, Stupid!!)
i love you
not because you have special talents
although you have many
not because you’re beautiful
though i know any artist
would be thrilled to display you on canvas
i love you
not because of your mild nature
you are gentle
or because you’re a genius
i do love listening to you speak
i love you
sometimes life will get the better of you
i expect you will make mistakes
you should know we all have a dark side
i will always be there with a light
the way you have been a beacon for me
i love you
dressed to the hilt for a night out
first thing in the morning after a bad night
when you agree with me
think I'm out in left field
when you hand me the converter
hide it in another country
i love you
unconditionally
happy you're with me
I stand in ******** like a British guard patrolling the keep
A private eye from nine to five but lose control when I sleep
Behold what I see is crime and sin that roams in the street
Your home, your retreat, the woods, the plateau, and the creek
The ocean, the beach, a plane, a bus, boat, or a jeep
Deceptions everywhere, at any time no moment for peace
The thrown and the king, it’s there as you approach the regime
But as focus decreases, it needs a microscope to be seen
It grows from a seed...as it blossoms, the hand becomes a possum
Alive but standing still to be a mannequin with problems
And the vanity accomplished helps profanity demolish
Your beliefs and thoughts until you see your sanity abolished
Damn if we could all just get along without someone believing
Everything they heard I wouldn’t have these clouds up underneath me
Life is like a tree, see it grows, and then it branches out
And plants a seed in mother nature 'til she screams and passes out
You asked about it here it is, like pyramids it’s quite complex
“Up and Down” and “Right to Left”, it all rotates like “Life and Death”
But it depends on how you visualize and what your eyes detect
It’s a “Circle of Events” so you cannot deny the steps
Try your best to put an end to it, you’ll just apply a stress
Cause if you die you’ll live again it’s written in the bibles text
But life is what you make it basically the way you write reflects
Wether or not you kept it simple or made it all complex .
Some poems I can’t comprehend
I struggle reading to the end
Flaunting a complex word
Its usage quite absurd
No comments not e’en from a friend!
I love learning new words on soup but get frustrated when I see poems peppered with long words, especially when trying to force rhyming and the words don't make any sense at all in context to the subject!
PLEASE SOUP ME ME YOUR POEM AND I'LL ADD IT TO THE POEM
Those pompous poets totally bore us
With clever words like 'radiciflorous'
But what you should know
Those words they borrow
From the pages of Roget's Thesaurus
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Ben gobbled a dictionary whole
and verbal diarrhoea took its toll
Now he's spewing words
flowing like loose turds
I hope he’ll regain vowel control!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON - INSPIRED BY LIN'S POEM!
These wordy poems they are making
I find discombobulating
The syllable count
Continues to mount
As their egos are greatly inflating.
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
Jake ate the whole encyclopedia
Then it was covered by the news media
An instant wordsmith
But it was a big myth
Now he’s in a state of Acedia
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
There was a poet on here called Fred Flynn
Composed a verse about scabies and gin
Was poem of the day
To everyone's dismay
It should have gone in 'soups' recycle bin.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
A pompous poet always thinks he's right
And stays up making rude comments all night
With rude words that spit and spew
The idiot has no clue
That all of His poems need a rewrite
WRITTEN BY TANIA KITCHIN
I've got a good word but wait let me see
Possibly change two syllables to three
Your big pompous ass
Craps sweet sassafras
Insults disguised as complimentary
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
KEEP IT SIMPLE
Using words with hidden meanings
is for those with intellectual leanings
Poems that are complicated
are strictly over-rated
Give me a poem with simple gleanings.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 12/31/2018 “All Rights Reserved”
12/29/18
Oh, the things we give of ourselves, as each day we live,
not much left of us, each day for us to give.
The heart aches and the betrayals, that we face,
makes it hard to walk therefore in His Grace.
To feel loved and needed, and appreciated you see,
all these things, are desired by you and me.
We struggle and fight, just to make it through our day,
all the things, that gets throwed our way.
Stumbling blocks, stepping stones, it’s the way we see,
our perceptions, are as different, as they can be.
We are equal, yet we are not the same,
this world of difference, leaves everyone to blame.
So be careful, what you put yourself into, you see,
something’s are not mean’t for you and me.
For if they bring you trouble, you find it at your door,
those thing’s we don’t need, has a whole lot more.
Complication, no dedication, frustration to the heart,
we might not want these things, as we give them part.
Confusion, dis-array, all jumbled in the box,
that’s where we are out-smarted, by the fox.
Keep it simple, simplicity at its best,
a place where you can truly, find your peace of rest.
I could be a clone of self sacrifice
Ai devoured thee
To the bottom of the dead
Laughing at the humor of life
Turning down running out to grab a case you're needing some attention
When you.are in an empty space of time
When you are turning inside out
Spiralling down
And down
Towards some political debate
Has fear grown another leg
When you get to bottom of that can
Itll take you closer
To the bottom of the dead
To the bottom of the dead
The button they called red
When your youth won't leave you
It beacons to the soul
To keep things simple and congealed
Looking for gel in the hands of a glove
Coming up to bat
Please don't throw me no curve ball or a sinker to the plate
Keep it simple
Though it all seemed done at 19
It was already too late
For fate to.lead you
To the bottom of the 20s
Saying goodbye to fools who seek pain
Losing that air in your head
Feeling that breeze of the dead
Feeling that life in the sun and the rain
And the power of finding the fun
That was lost
At the barrel of a gun
That made life a bowl
So drool so drool
It picks you up
And shakes off the dead
And puts fun back in your head
So we forever leave
The politics who dwell
Att the bottom.
Of the dead
here we are in decaying form
searching for happiness eternal
strangely amidst desires ephemeral
each night in dreams, we conjure illusions
we are both the subject as also all the objects
hypnotised, we experience a gamut of emotions
but on waking up at morn we heave a sigh of relief
what if the waking state we call real is also a dream
with death of body-mind being the end of delusion
if this be so then why would we identify with form
instead of recognising here now our true being
is not the truth of existence before our eyes
in the pause of each polarity interchange
in thought rested joy animated vibrance
beyond space-time and all manifestations
we as living light yet remain as consciousness
vibrant, aflame, aglow, free and feeling complete
dwelling thus for all eternity in transcendental peace
How are we so different due to the colour of our skin
We may differ on the outside but are all the same within
We all breathe the same air
Have dreams, wants and needs
Have strength and weaknesses
We bleed…
All of us need love
Experience pain and fear
Know laughter and sadness
Shed a tear
We are individuals
Outwardly not the same
Are worthy and equal
We all have a name
We do not always understand others
Or agree with what they do
That’s what makes us different
Creating US….me and you
As long as we keep it simple
Show respect, be fair, be kind
No matter the colour of our skin
Equality…..skin does not define!