Long Phrasing Poems
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Work, work, work ... write, write, write
Pour your dark, deep, love-scarred being out
Put all the imagery, phrasing and thought you know into each line
Craft each word and phrase and stanza with careful creativity
Go the extra mile with each element required
And then go even further - format, title, attending image
Stand back, finally, and be proud of the result
For it is your heart and soul there on paper
Though others may not see it ...
Learn to recognize the excellence and insight
And all that you've invested in that piece of your spirit
Because it's guaranteed in this wonderfully wide and jaded world
That it will be marginalized and snubbed
So take that bitter pill and swallow hard, thus
And let it be the drug to motivate and enrich you
Even more ...
Let disregard be the whetstone ... that sharpens your pen!
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Celebrity
On that day my soul grew star struck
the astonished all-star abashing, such luck
And so I screamed, 'Is that a tree?'
I felt compelled to sniff the personalities
Eagerly, I looked for the fashionista
Engaging Ah, distinctly I was blushing
I discovered the figureheads stars all around me
Fabulousness - fabulousness - fabulousness!
The drapery diva’s dazing
It was gazing
Somewhat louder than the phrasing
Screaming, chanting, praising
Through which came musing, musing, musing
That the syncopation, 'Minds those the glazing!'
Ah, distinctly I was marveling
And the cattiness never replying
My mind always strays to paparazzi
I remember I was not myself staring
hark! In none of those movie cat calls
While all my soul within me flaring
That those the miffed megastar murmuring
That envious, envious fingerpicking, (finger pointing)
The harmonic Hollywood heading, ah! So alluring
this the incredulous intonation idolizing
Celebrity, Celebrity out there out here in front of me;
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
MUSIC IN THE LISTENING LAB
Notes! Notes of music
Bouncing
Off of walls – off of chairs
Off of ceilings and off the floors
Running down the hall in half steps
Flooding every inch of space
In atonal tangos - rhythms searching for their time.
Notes! Notes of music
Bumping
Up against each other
Up against the lines of scores
Vibrating tension pushing hard
Against a measured tempo -
Shrilling to be heard - only now to lose their pitch.
Notes! Notes of music
Crawling over one another
Trying to find harmony
Trying to discard the dissonance
Jamming in, losing sight of their rest,
They squeeze into the space -
With no resolution, unseen voices in a crowd.
Notes! Notes of music
Tripping over downbeats
Tripping over cadence
Falling flat upon their sharps
Phrasing key notes rise again
In soaring sound tracks arranged in one accord.
N/A 3/21/20
Nothing sounds happier
Than snickers or giggles
The words even cause us to laugh
Perhaps we could invent
A new one or two
Like sniggles or snickles or glaffs
It's all for the benefit
Of us human kind
In this world of turmoil and grief
There's hilarious words
Like loopsies or cleepers
Or how bout a hand full of meef
I know what you're thinking
The white coats are coming
This fellow's gone over the edge
The pressures of dealing
With everyday living
Has caused this fellow to skredge
So you see how it works?
You'll never be stumped
To fill out the end of each rhyme
Ask John John he knows
Uses very strange phrasing
And he saves a scritchy of time
© Jack Ellison 2015
"No one stands in the same stream twice"
It's a lofty thought and the phrasing is nice
But we often lose the rest of the quote
Oh, we know the water's not quite the same
But then we get lazy and miss the boat...
Cause the one in the water is changing, too
Water has life, gives life, takes life
And we can't take a step without it
But what happens to us when we step in it?
It's a baptism contemplated by few, I think
Water under the bridge is where it should be
But over the dam is not part of the plan
To confuse the two is something we do
But controlling it's not the province of man
The water will do what it's meant to do
Whether brown, or green, or crystalline blue
Sometimes when it's deep it almost looks black
And when it gets angry we've learned to stay back
Clear water's the type that looks so inviting
We boil it and spoil it and use it for fighting
We tame it as much as we've power to do
But water will seek its own level it's true
We live on it and in it but when the day's through
We can't live without it or we're what is through
---------------------------------------------------
Was Athena responsible for contemplative thought?
Or just born in a place where it was carefully taught?
So many deep thinkers we revere to this day
And thoughts we still think about come into play
I think it not likely an accident there
Where gods and kings got in each other's hair
Classicists oft give way to classism
Elite thought the way of elitists and schism
It's all Greek to me and it was to them, too
But the water that changes men came from a Jew
Where olives again played a pivotal part
His words intended to cause thought from the heart
The water he used and the water he sought
Were both meant to cause us all deeper thought
And the water he used from the head to the feet
Provides us a cleansing, a comfort complete
With water that lives in all those who will think
With their heart as well as with what they might drink
It's water that cleanses heart, head, and feet
Under what's built between us, a bridge where they meet
Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.
Measured tempos of rhythms search for their time signature
As aching melodies in moveable feasts of swans
Search for resolutions in atonal firebird tango ballads
Through classical dusty suites of western legends
Not losing pitch or tripping over downbeats.
Too many notes squeeze into four square spaces
When magic flutes songs soar over seraglio dreams
Imperial marches set imprisoned phrasing free with fanfares
And close encounters of key notes discard dissonance
Seeking rhapsody in hues of blue.
Plaintive and joyful - hopeful and merciful -
Healing rhythms inspired from the eternal melody,
A lost chord to haunt then heal the midnight heart
All arranged in one accord from the Master’s apprentices
To rest in finality of one trailing echo of waltzing river.
Death ...
Death is NOT the enemy
It is but the longest part of eternity
The essential part that gives life its preciousness and value
It is the body's rest, the spirit's release, and the soul's freedom
When we again join tenderly with the Universe ... coalesce with the cosmos.
Apathy ...
Apathy is TRULY the enemy
It is the thief of all that's good and estimable
Its complacent dynamism will rob you of all you feel and find of value
It is the lie of substances - the voice they whisper you, sweet
That life is for THEIR purpose alone - the endless pursuit of euphoria.
Escape ...
Apathy's true and wily ambition
The artful, errant ambition it has perfected
Escape from worry, escape from stress, escape from pain and pity
But in truth, escape from love and emotion and responsibility ... and LIFE
An escape that is permanent, impervious and cold.
Death ...
Death can come to you in many ways
And it can come long, long before you breathe your last
For substances - the great lie - will strip your passions, for good and gone
Even if you are released from the grip of their addictions and affects
Your heart will never thrum - never MOVE - with the sacred intensity it did.
Poet ...
I am a poet, among other things
I do my best to write honestly, with unusual phrasing and imagery
Melding fresh word pairings and ideas with classic style ... and emotion
Imagine what I could write - the Sonnets and Odes and Verses and Rhymes
If I wasn't cursed by my own poor choices, to never feel DEEPLY ... again.
Fool ... oh, fool!
Yesterday I left him.
These have been the hardest 3 days of my life.
My ex fiancee knows the name of the town I'm in,
but not the address.
And I'm not staying here long.
I'll be leaving Monday I hope and going to a shelter.
My best friend's grandparents took me, my dog, and my cat in.
I think they might have saved our lives.
I didn't think I'd ever get out.
My dad showed up to make sure my ex couldn't trap me there,
He moved whatever of my stuff we could grab.
I lost a lot of things.
They're just things.
4 tote bins, a flute and 4 guitars are all I have now,
Besides the dog and the cat.
But it doesn't matter does it?
I finally got out. I f*ckng did it.
I just need to stay out now.
This now feels like the hard part.
He thinks I'm going to go back to him.
I'm letting him think that for now, I guess.
It breaks my heart to mislead him,
but I need him calm until I'm in a shelter farther away where he'll never find me.
I made sure he can't track my phone or my laptop,
I changed every password I could think of to something he couldn't figure out.
I've taken the steps. They aren't f*ckng baby steps,
They aren't steps at all.
It was all a giant leap of faith.
These strangers caught me though.
My heart still hurts.
I still love him.
My friends grandma said to me today;
"You're gonna need to learn to love yourself, cuz you're worth it, and if you don't love yourself then - well - you'll get your face smashed in by someone who loves you as much as you love you"
Good point.
I'm not sure I love the phrasing,
But I do get it.
I do need to put me first now.
I cannot do this if I am worried about making him angry,
or breaking his heart.
He broke me.
I deserve to make my own decisions.
I can decide to leave.
This is my f*ckng life.
I am not giving it to him,
As much as it's hurting me to take it back.
Compositions in G minor softly weep,
In somber tones where shadows often creep.
O heart of mine, in sorrow's time,
The violin, with range both vast and wide,
Evokes emotions deep, where sorrows hide.
From haunting beauty to a grief profound,
Its notes sustain, with vibrato’s rich sound.
O heart of mine, why do you sigh?
An instrument for feelings deep and grand,
It speaks of heartache with a trembling hand.
A skilled performer brings the soul to light,
Infusing music with emotions tight.
O heart of mine, why do you cry?
Their technique crafts a story, pure and true,
Where every note holds meaning, old and new.
With careful phrasing, dynamics in play,
The violin can steal your breath away.
O heart of mine, feel the refrain,
Its voice, a mirror to the heart's own cry,
Creating worlds where deepest feelings lie.