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-Volume XXMMCCIII THE SOUND SHEET Article XX-313
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Sounds of Songs ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The soul of a song might mean that it endurance is unchanged with the times, soulful might mean more bass and groove oriented.
Blueing a song might mean it has a lesser chance of being popular due to it's content.
Rock and roll might mean that it's harder, or stronger beat.
Taking a chance on doing something that isn't very popular and making it a center peice with concern to it's audience, allows a song to be accepted more over than a soft sounding fill in type piece. A great tune is just that a ditty that sounds great and makes since. Sometime putting two people together means finding away to make the lyrics make since. The soul of a song has know thing to do with anyone. The trill of doing the whole ruutine from gathering the people you want. Creating the sound. Writing the lyrics. Gathering the stories, Mixing and remixing the sounds and finding an audeince, and entertaining that audeince within the meme's the song creates. Music is a powerful expression. It is also thematic it can be used, and using it can cause people to talk and dance and just lay back and relax. I love music and wish that people the world abroad could love the music I create. Change the lyrics to fit into your script. Just love the song the sound the musicains , the lyrics aand the singers. The concert is the greatest expression of togetherness in song apprecation. Give it a chance,( concerts) you might just like it. Or better yet you might just love it!
Thank Ya'll for letting me Inspire Your Musicail Geniue.
Cantar the Songperson
Why do I write poetry?
I am sure some people here wonder just why I do!
For my poems were once described as ‘simple’
And to others they are a pile of old pooh
I have learned so much since I started writing
Now I am flying as free as a bird
Despite the ups and downs in my recent life
My poetic ‘voice’ will still be heard
I started writing just two years ago
Now I realise it was a form of stress relief
Since joining soup I’m like a kid in a candy store
A ‘pick n mix’ of poetry - I want to learn more and more
I’ve discovered so many new styles, which one do I chose
Limericks, haiku, rhyme, sonnets
Fabulous fun footles
Alliteration, Abecedarian
Nonets, cinquain, couplets, to name just a few
I can’t believe there are so many forms me to dip into
Many poems have been written to express my emotions
Some works are happy and some are extremely sad
I have a vivid imagination so fiction writes flow from my pen
I might throw a twist in the ending every now and then
Lots are factual poems of things that have really happened to me
An example of this is my run in with that pudding made of sticky toffee!
I endeavour to try and entertain and amuse
But some writes are penned with anger and frustration …
When I’m about to blow a fuse!
I relish the challenges set by the sponsors
I’m more confident and spreading my wings
I love the site of which I am a member
To students at school the site’s praises I loudly sing
But I don’t like the current undercurrent of bad feeling
Now its no names on the poems you’ll see
I’ve never liked names on the contests
But others will strongly disagree
Let sponsors judge the way they feel
We ALL get high or low placements, but let's not make a big deal
The most important thing is that my poems get read
(But of course I like winning, I’m such a bighead) (joke)
Some say my poems are simple
Others may think they are a load of poop
But let me SHOUT this loud and clear
I won’t be leaving poetry soup!
Contest: Why do you write poetry
Sponsor: Jerry Curtis
12~21~15
Jack Segal (who wrote the lyrics for the song “Scarlet Ribbons”), whose songwriting workshop I attended way back in the 80's, used to say, “sometimes we have to murder our darlings”. What he meant by this was, sometimes, as writers, we have to cut out the parts that we're personally in the most love with for the sake of the whole work. That's the concept on which this poem is based.
So Many Darlings
I have murdered so many “darlings”
that I should be in prison for 10 thousand lives
As a novelist I have killed men, women, and children.
Given my blood thirsty nature it's amazing that any survived.
Only two sexes?
A ring on the door his replacement was there
a pleasant little man thoroughly mixed in the multi-colour brew
The person who brought him looked like a woman who
was in the middle of a transition to a third sex,
gave him an airline ticket to Iceland.
Why Iceland? he asked because the volcanic island is full
of people addressing each other, as miss and mister
you will like it there it also has naturally heated pools
and changing room for the two sexes, she said.
Iceland has a mall population where everybody reads
And too often, write when not going to the heated pools.
Five hundred thousand books a year are published there
and since everybody knows one another, it is problematic
to be critical, however, there is a small clique of intellectuals
who, to avoid upsetting anyone writes about movies
especially, French and German experimental films.
Iceland has a stunning, almost magical nature, alas, not
often seen by the Icelanders, who are busy writing books
spend much of the time writing books in well-heated rooms
thanks to the volcanic activities that produce hot water
in the radiators.
Hush, don’t disturb us with obscene dancing in the street
bongo drums are against the law.
There was a time when poems flowed so easily, so freely
when your beauty ignited my soul with passion
when I was young, and the world was ours
But now you're just a dream, only a faded memory
And I'm just an old man with memories of
Yesterday still fresh on his mind
We had love deep and pure, a spiritual love
That bound our lives as one
And vows exchanged have never been forgotten
But it gets so lonesome, so lonely sometimes
I have the writing to keep me sane
And a dream to keep me going
Our love will be an ember burning in
My soul and your memory will stay
with me forever
When I close my eyes and I look in this mirror
I see you in me, I see me with you
and what I feel for you just can't be transparent
real recognize real, I got the seal of God
on my forehead so maybe thats why
you're feeling everything I've said so far
and right now your looking from afar
and if what I'm feeling is real
than I know I'm your shooting star
I'm the one who could grab hold
of your heart, and put it right next to mines
so if you ever gave me the chance
to show you what I'm talkin is real
then till the end of time is how deep
my love would go for you
I see it in your eyes, and you showed up
in my dreams I had visionz of me holding you
and as far as the type of woman I been
searching for, I know its you
so I open my eyes take a deep breath
and thank God for this moment
you see thats what I live for
you've been chasing love for too long,
but now its came to you in the flesh form
and its me right at your front door
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Following the shadow of my lost and distant dreams
Longing for the smile once before
Nothing really matters or is close to what it seems
Trying just to even up the score
Pathways lead me walking to a place I don’t belong
Weaving here and there along the way
Counting out my steps I wonder, who could be so wrong
Shouting out with nothing much to say
Why is this so difficult these worried twists and turns
When my eyes can see what waits ahead
Finding each mistake is how another never learns
Maybe it was something that I said
Can’t you please direct me to the comfort that I seek
Just a guiding hand to point the place
Notice I am stronger when I feel so very weak
See the promised look upon my face
Life can be so heavy in a funny wayward state
Weight upon my shoulders pressing down
Gazing to the future for the past is just my fate
Poetry becomes my thorny crown
So I sit here writing out my feelings once again
Fighting fast and hard throughout the night
For it is a curse, my hand just can’t put down this pen
Even if its wrong these things I write
Writing poems is a poet's biz
Yet no one knows what a poem is
They used to be structured, meter and rhyme
But that was long ago, at the edge of time
iT becaMe aLl the rAGE to altEr capItaLizatiOn
ee cummings was, like, total fascination
Then there was Allen Ginsberg with his primal screams
Jarring poesy from the realm of sweet dreams
Today there are all sorts of bizarre inventions
one-letter poems, thoughts in other dimensions
But as for me, when penillion* and versification are done
I prefer couplets like this, that are mostly good fun
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*(traditional) Welsh poetry
October 07, 2020
A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
I am a girl child born in July, now 25~celebrating
silver Jubilee year.
I am an attached & extremely empathetic soul~highly captivating with my Smile.
I am a dutiful daughter to my parents & responsible
sister to my little brother.
I am a lucky girl for having such a glorious family.
I am the girl who was teachers pet at school & won
best student awards at college.
I am a grown up woman now ~working as a teacher~ dedicated & sincere in performing all my tasks.
I am a mother to all my graceful & gorgeous students.
I am a soul who inspires and gets inspired~ polite,
loving person to my friends & family.
I am a wife to my life partner who is in distance~understanding is in resistance.
I am the replica for my soulmate~residing
in heart as Beats.
I am an adept listener~ admires everyone
in their own way.
I am humorous to my closest friend circle~amusing
when I am all alone.
I am a person involving in my hobbies at free time
~writing poems,drawing so on...
I am a lively soul loving to do art & craft ~ best
in decorating streets with designs.
I am an expert in cooking imagined dishes~love being experimental in all fields.
I am addicted to my passion-dancing & singing~also
enact well on stage.
I am a sensitive,delicate and emotional soul
~submissive for love but not for dominance.
I am a person who is self-esteemed~wish to be
independent for lifetime.
I am too hastening while taking irrefutable decisions.
I am a soul who loves appreciating talented soul's~ obsessive of my loved ones on an everyday basis.
I am nostalgic~frequently wish to roll on
random memories.
I am firm & resilient to those who don't respect
my feelings~agrees to heart and not mind.
I am a simple person by nature~ thankful for God who created me.
I am" Me" an All rounder,Will love myself untill death.
1-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Placed as an Honorable Mention in the contest.
*I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE Poetry Contest*
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
AND FOUND MYSELF IN A WORLD
SURROUNDED BY WHAT APPEARS TO BE
ENERGY OR SHALL WE SAY ENERGIES.
WAVE AFTER WAVE OF ENERGIES.
I HAD TO QUESTION MYSELF...
ARE THE WAVES INBOUND OR
OUTBOUND , ASCENDING OR
DESCENDING.?
WHEN I NOTICED THAT MY THOUGHTS
SEEMED TO PROJECT A FREQUENCY
THAT MINGLED WITH THE WAVES
OF ENERGY.
IT WAS THEN I REALIZED
I , WAS A FREQUENCY WAVE OF ENERGY.
IN A UNIVERSE FILLED WITH A
SYMPHONY OF MESMERIZING VIBRATING COLORS
OF ENERGIES RADIATING THE
DISPERSEMENT OF HARMONIZING FREQUENCIES.
AT THAT VERY MOMENT A THOUGHT
MATERIALIZED.
THE THOUGHT OF A PEBBLE FALLING
FREELY AND EFFORTLESSLY
INTO A MOTIONLESS , GLOSSY ,
MIRROR LIKE , BODY OF WATER.
LIKE A METEOR THROUGH
TIME AND SPACE.
THE INITIAL CONTACT CREATED A SPLASH
THAT SENT RIPPLES ACROSS
THE SURFACE, UPWARD , DOWNWARD
OUTWARD AND THROUGHOUT.
AS THE BODY OF WATER CAME TO LIFE,
I FOCUSED ON THE RIPPLES OF WATER
FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE A LIFE TIME
OF ETERNITY.
I COULD SEE , HEAR AND FEEL
THE VIBRATION IN , AROUND AND
THROUGHOUT THE SURROUNDING ATMOSPHERE.
IT WAS AN OVERWHELMING AND
PROFOUND EXPLOSION OF SOUND.
A SYMPHONY OF ENERGIES.
IT WAS AS IF I ABSORBED THE ENERGY
TRANSLATED AND PROJECTED THE THOUGHT
" LIFE IS GREAT ".
I COULD SEE THE RIPPLES COLLIDE
WITH THE ENERGY OF THOUGHT ,
CAUSING THE SURFACE ,
OF THE BODY OF WATER ,
TO BEGIN DANCING , SPARKLING AND
CELEBRATING.
AS IF THE BODY OF WATER WERE IN
AGREEMENT.
IT BECAME ABUNDANTLY CLEAR.
I , WE , MANKIND , CAN AND DO ,
COMMUNICATE , WITH THE UNIVERSE.
OBVIOUSLY , THE UNIVERSE RESPONDS
TO OUR QUESTIONS AND THOUGHTS.
HOW WE INTERPRET THOSE
FREQUENCIES AS THOUGHTS
ARE TOTALLY UP TO US.
UNDERSTANDING THE VOCABULARY
OF LISTENING , SPEAKING , READING
AND WRITING , THE MESSAGE CAN ,
AND FOR MANY , IS A CHALLENGE.
HOWEVER , ONCE WE BEGIN TO
UNDERSTAND , WE HAVE A BETTER
CHANCE OF UNDERSTANDING
WHO AND WHAT WE ARE AS FAR AS
A LIFE FORM IN THE UNIVERSE.
WE TOO ARE A BODY OF WATER ,
ABSORBING FREQUENCIES OF
OUR UNIVERSE AND OUR
SURROUNDINGS.
UNDERSTANDING THE VOCABULARY ,
WE MAY THEN INTERPRET , AND
TRANSLATE THE UNIVERSAL
MESSAGE.
LIFE IS GREAT ...FANTASTIC...
INCREDIBLE... AND AT TIMES...
SIMPLY AND TRULY UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E. Harris
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