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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 7, 2015 20:50:33 GMT
I posted this note on Marian Hayes page at the Guild Literary Complex website. Marian is from my home town Chicago and the author of a poem, "The Blues". I hope that this note is ok. Let me know if it is please brothers and sisters?
Marian, A haiku poem, including you little blue tome, something new with truest tone, like hearty sinew current thoughts ohm, from color cue
azul earthly dome, my favorite too to dreamers loam, words are the clew in the center pome, kindness nourishing dew and so love shown, yes your nous la doux
my smile grown, disappear le mous happy today, thanks to you my crafted om, your skillful coo on passed hone, for a reflection or two ?
Just a note, only a note, thankyou, Roland
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Feb 10, 2015 19:52:03 GMT
a band of Sisters and Brothers fits us to a tee life chose us more than the others all of our I's and My's became We here, is our SAHB casa hear it's musical method from our sonic Mothers and Fathers giving help to the helpless showing hope for the hopeful tearing down the walls from around this world with a clear melodic shield for those that listen for them that hear we message this message you're free to be guitar hero's, with a band of sisters and brothers yeah, that fits us to a tee life chose us and then no others all of our I's and all of our My's are, We
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Feb 19, 2015 23:27:05 GMT
Just feeling lost lost without love white feathered wings without a dove got a push but needed a shove just a below without an above a clock on the wall without its hands some pages of music without a stand having a soul to share with a soul-mate who's not there a table set without a chair showing concern, no one to care if only a right without a left like hearing the laughter but missing the jest or a friendly hug but no caress a casual buss but not a kiss to go for a walk though all alone like having a house but wanting a home a handsome face without a smile with no one there to stay awhile those lonely days, alone as one those cloudy skies, that block the sun just like a shoe without its sock a tiny wood cuckoo without its clock or an oaken door without a knock a watch that tick's but doesn't tock on a crowded street feeling all alone then wait in silence by the telephone ready to answer yet no one calls would climb a mountain, there are only walls a patient search, wishing to be found hearing the music's melancholy sound like a carousel on its own, it just goes around stuck in the middle, neither up nor down just feeling lost lost without love waiting patiently for someone .
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Mar 11, 2015 5:35:10 GMT
A re-post, wishfully thinking:
Spring
Spring, is now here the earths first change of seasons is done for this year now, for us humans, to the one the first task of the first season has all but just begun
It's spring cleaning time chasing away winters grit and grime taking out the dusters and brooms the rags and the buckets the sponges and mops the soap and water and trusty vacuums
Completing the task, room by room the upstairs and the downstairs sanitize and reorganize, the inside affairs then outside to manicure and trim to make way for new growth with much love and care
There is work to be done as work is and work goes this work is the closest to fun preparing for growth and growing new life and new love, now everything glowing before summer has come
So jump into the task with both hands is the plan with a wipe and a swipe, a heave and a ho a sweep and a mop and before you know the cleaning race will be ran
Then the other part of spring time that we all have waited for the spring of enjoyment the spring of renewal the spring of fresh fun fresh spring fun by the ton
With an attitude of gratitude and appreciation of everything and everyone a search for new love with just the right one unless you have one already, then keep playing with them, carry on and watch as the love hunters search for their special one
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Apr 3, 2015 10:09:25 GMT
From the sky rain is falling tiny splashes into droplets forming green plants and grasses drink the heavens offering as a cascade of agua blankets the earth this morning
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Apr 9, 2015 13:39:34 GMT
A stormy Thursday rumbles in lightning crashing thunder begins from a rainy night, still raining this morning as the new day is dawning, stretching and yawning
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Apr 10, 2015 17:35:47 GMT
why a small word with an extra ordinary depth of connotation asked regularly at all levels of interest and frustration of people who couldn't possibly know why in the context of the application
why's implications such a small word such big expectations could it be as simple as the word without too many complications why, it is in the context of the interest and the frustration is why that is and that is why
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Apr 18, 2015 2:50:14 GMT
A post from my friend on the Fender Lounge Forum, "Lately I've been reading an absolute ton of bullshit about what might be and what aren't Fender brand strings. So if you know the truth or maybe some truth please post your insights here. Thank You"
my response,
The truth is that there is always some truth in the truth how true it is to you from your point of view are you behind the big desk wearing robes and handling a gavel are you the dipstick down front wringing his hands as his life unravels all true and nothing but true that is up to you keep the BS out of it I hope :lol:
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on May 13, 2015 5:22:35 GMT
Haiku anyone ?
different atmosphere sensitize afternoon air rushes by azure hue in the sky
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on May 26, 2015 1:58:37 GMT
Happy Monday to you all !
Lord, my life has been a miracle every moment really wonderful each and every day in each and every way you showed a way to be humble and thankful for the way that your love shown through all of the shades of grey shown through and brightened my path my way I've not ever felt the need to ask for more you gave me confidence and clear intent yes that is for sure but this one thing I ask of you, it's because I can't do this without you Lord, I need a do-over, just one more miracle to go back in time with ones that I love back to the best of times back to the finest of times with those loved ones of mine to show them that I really love them to show them I really care, yes Lord, I need a do-over, just one more miracle just this one, just this one miracle more
PS: To quote my favorite Australian poet maroonandgreysweater, "I'll finish this later" lol. there is a tune and a couple of verses for this. grin emoticon 8)
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on May 27, 2015 17:45:56 GMT
This one I posted on the Fender Lounge Forum:
I thought of this rhyme with a FB friend in mind. A jazz singer whose voice I like. She is very cool people over all. The tune for this is very heavy metal to counterpoint the korny lyric's lol :
1st verse
You've got this feeling, just trust your heart I wouldn't lie, I want you too you can't believe, you'd ever get this far right now I tell you boy, it's true
(refrain) You don't believe you should believe believer
2nd verse
It is your call, just you callin' me taste of your love, just what I need don't fall in love boy, I want you to stand stand up and be my lover, man
(refrain) You don't believe you're what I need believer
(I need an editor :oops: )
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jun 9, 2015 6:55:38 GMT
I cant stop feeling sad today a very close friend has passed away it wasn't supposed to happen a simple procedure the doctors did say pre-op post-op then home in one day something unexpected during his prep and to critical care his body was swept and there he stayed four days until the end the doctors couldn't explain it an autopsy they said we'll look and find the reason now that your dear friend is dead I said a prayer this morning when I heard the saddest news dear lord keep his soul up there with you not down here with the ones that set him free too early the hospital of fools
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Sept 19, 2015 19:11:41 GMT
An old one. Think of something new I thought.
Aesop
You can write about anything from jumper cables to Aesop's fables from alpha to zeta and mythical tales start writing words if all else fails toss out a term onto the table a name a title perhaps a label a color red or blue or orange or sable if it seems a bit quirky or a little unstable come back to it and rewrite when to make more sense you are able.
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Oct 9, 2015 6:11:31 GMT
Together
If I could fly, I would I wouldn't fly away I couldn't see my friends If my friends could fly I would fly with them around somewhere and then together here again
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Oct 9, 2015 6:17:08 GMT
Oh No Oh what the f_ck overhead flying by, 3 ducks here on the ground, tough luck my own creation, for a buck miscommunication unbalanced, reflex up what you say you can not, re-tuck sometimes I feel dense as a, hockey-puck that can hurt so, I suck......only once in a great while because the memory is going/old age. I know you're thinking "what was your excuse before?" don't be such a smart assa . (kidding?)))
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jun 25, 2016 23:47:42 GMT
Inspiration to write can be fleeting the window is open for only a time to picture words with literal meaning through a poet's eyes illustrations are made of those kind
Oceans of emotions ebb and flow while building literary bridges connecting those writers that create through knowing living being a world of thoughts to show like dreamers do while dreaming
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jun 25, 2016 23:53:16 GMT
Long ago, so very long ago I feel something happened, a change I can not remember exactly when it happened when love walked out the door the door closed so quietly it didn't slam shut or make a noise as it always had, when opening and closing, before this time it did not make a sound no, love left silently, as if not to let me know that it had gone without a good bye, just gone and nothing more this house, that love walked out of, is like any other four walls a ceiling a floor without love this house is not a home, not anymore for as long, I have been hoping for love to return waiting for love to come back and turn this house into a home again thoughts of hope are fading as days pass along even though I wait still because love must come back make this house a home once more
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