i have this memory of a time
when i was tied to the hospital bed
struggling ti stand upon my feet
and a friend decided to check on me
i had already lost her to the hands of fate
grieving her loss in the same hospital room
fighting my illness, cursing at fate for not killing me
and then i heard about a conversation my friend had
he decided to reach out to me
out of all the wolves in my group
he stood out among many
and i realised he was always true to me
now we make music
share ideas and write together
he made me discover my passion
and love for songwriting
I sing your songs to this day
and get excited when your songs play
You died tragically and too young
A songwriting hero that was unsung
Your gritty voice I recognize well
and I still fall under your music's spell
You were an amazing Christian Artist
who talked about Christ first
You are missed and new artists love
recording your works because they fit like a glove
Like time has not passed at all when life spins on a dime
Because you are the greatest of all time
With a few exceptions
across the land
the voice is the face
of any rock 'n' roll band
without Janis Joplin
who remembers
Big Brother and the Holding Company
and the names of its members
for no matter the genre
when listening to a song
it's not the instrumentalists
but the singer you focus on
and today when songwriting contests are judged
it's human nature to hear that on which songs are hung
(arrangement instrumentation performance production)
and not hear the lyric or melody being sung
Thinking About the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
1963-A new voice appeared in the folk music scene,
his songwriting skills came into play with this
album. Eleven of the thirteen songs were his
original writings. Songs like “Blowin’ in the Wind”
“A Hard Rains a Gonna Fall” and “Masters of War”
sparked a new revival and direction in folk music and
began the prolific career of one of musical history’s greatest
songwriters. Freewheelin’ was my introduction that led to a
life long fascination with the man and his music.
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.
This songwriter came from the New Jersey town of Paramus.
He had one 1977 hit song that made him famous.
With cute lyrics and a catchy tune considered swell,
his release titled "Ariel" climbed the charts quite well.
Despite his instrument playing and songwriting skill,
that would be the only hit produced from his mill.
He would meet Denise Marsa on the other side of the ocean.
"Lucky Stars" was the duet they recorded full of emotion.
As a composer, he still remains prolific.
Up to today, many consider him terrific.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
One of my favourite songs is Miss Otis Regrets
As songwriting goes it's as good as it gets
So many versions of this most wonderful song
Some singers do it right others do it wrong
Van the Man did a version and that was okay
A jazz version by Nat is better some would say
Lady singers sing and sang this superb song too
Check out Ella's version on the tube of you
All these singers have a different style
Still the same song and it makes me smile
For the best interpretation that I like the most
Is done by Kirsty MacColl so ending this post
All about me my name is James Edward Lee Sr forwards to describe me our love of humanity patience peace peacekeeper
My family members are our daughters Carshra and Carprina son James Edward Lee Jr ranch children LeiNal Williams and Carlin Williams a few of my favorite sports and games are Nebraska football why got family ties Go Big Red, Williams sisters tennis, bicycling Also did I mentioned Let me tell you about pets I love them but of yet I don't have any now Three things that make me happy are general peace, freedoms, two new grandchildren being alive and well. My favorite subjects are reading, poems and songwriting, math, quality assurance matters My favorite fun places I like to go to our churches gospel religious concerts, books and comic stores. I like to eat mostly anything {new things now eating more healthy} some fun not many people know about me is my general love for humanity for children bless the children...
11/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Daffodils, nanny goats, rainbow unicorns, and roses
In a poem prancing around, laughing at my poses.
Marigolds, diamonds, starlight here and forever
Words jumping in and out, being truly clever.
Purple majesty, mountains, wind and heather,
Word play whispers let’s start, you are taking forever
I jot down some words, and into my mind a tune prances.
Playing with letters makes my muse pivot as she dances.
Rhymes, alliteration, shape poetry, hexaverse and the blues
Parade up and down in my mind wearing high heel shoes.
Songwriting, driving, swimming, meowing and such.
Laugh at my mind as she tries to keep up!
My muse is having fun; my imagination is on fire.
Words like shining, dainty, and shimmering I never tire.
Daffodils, nanny goats, rainbow unicorns and more.
Words I never tire of. They follow me wisely out the door.
*Written by my songwriting mom circa 1950, titled, 'HIS NAME IS JESUS'
There's a name you can call when you're in trouble
There's a name you can call when you're all alone
There's a name full of grace
There's a name to be praised
There's a name in your heart everyday
Je-sus
Je-sus
Jesus the name you can call
That's the name full of grace
That's the name to be praised
That's the name you can call everyday
Tears of wine good feeling signs someone needs to sign me so I design my songwriting tries if only you saw the color of my eyes I still can not lie every day someone dies I having nothing to worry about my happiness is high my pity for people is dry oh my someday with my copy rights I am in for a surprise who is their to compromise away from wise guys slip on there own cries then blood of lies show their eyes watch out before you trip on your own cries for you trip before you ever should of had a grip of these tips just sit down be happy it's raining which means more wine to sip.
It is six minutes to midnight
I have been drinking Red Bull for three hours.
It usually inspires me.
Nutbush is going around in my head,
but it has been done.
By Tina too.
The deadline my songwriting partner gave me
is one a.m.
She knows that I have an avid belief that
my muse has her best ideas at night.
Especially from midnight to two
I eat a bag of Lay’s
Barbeque Potato Chips,
for ideas.
Crunchy. Scrunchy. Bunchy enter my head.
Too silly, even for me, even for 12:34 which it is now.
I call her and beg her to give me another hour
2 a.m. is what I was aiming for in the first place she says
Knowing me not half as well as my muse,
nonetheless knowing me.
It is now five minutes to 2.
Will she be mad if I call?
Especially if all I have is
Crunchy? as
I already threw out ‘scrunchy’ and ‘bunchy’.
I chuckle at myself, wondering if my muse
is asleep, or merely dead.
MY HOBBIES---
Since the dawn of 60's
Art and music been close to me
The colors the canvas papers and inks pens
Art drawings Ahh!! yes those Stan Lee Marvel comics
A collector I was and still am
This was and is an activity I engage in for historical reasons and pleasure
Forming a comic club first before role playing cards became popular
In music in high school was in a few groups
But mainly vested in lyric/songwriting my best friend and I
From tenth grade in creative writing class until present time-now
Yet still I write songs and poems
A total of three published works
So I love to collect and read, Marvel comic books
Love to create and draw my own super heroes
Love to write songs and poems praising God
An activity I engage in for historical reasons and pleasure
These are my hobbies I love
An activity interest pursued outside my regular occupation I engaged in primarily for pleasure.
Collecting drawing comics
Reading creating poems and songs
Listening to Christian and Gospel music and K-love
These are the hobbies I does...
1/30/19
Number # 3 placement in Contests
For Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Visualizing a song is like the sound of
the ocean unequivocal against the rocks
Concave down my secret self to write is like
a savor of a rosette
My soul build castles in air as I put thy
thoughts on paper
As my reflection flow like the zephyr on the pond
The melody that entertain my mind is like
vault of heaven get-together with my spirit
In harmonize magic in the blue
Songwriting take my creativity to a spiritual
bliss like the rise of the sun
I get sky high off the masses enjoying my art
Pursuing a solo career turned out to be a great choice.
Laura was gifted with a strong alto voice.
From upstate New York, this fine lady came.
Her prolific songwriting talent launched her to fame.
We saw that overwhelming success coming true
with the release of “How Am I Supposed to Live Without You”.
Laura’s biggest number one hit was “Gloria”.
That one lasted a long time on the charts in America.
Two other song hits the public would extol,
were the popular “Solitaire” and “Self Control”.
For several film soundtracks, she contributed many a song.
The list of acknowledgements and awards is certainly long.
Unfortunately, this talented artist is not with us anymore.
Laura sadly passed away back in 2004.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and LauraBraniganOnline.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
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