Thursday, May 1, 2014

Day 29 (recipe) & 30 Napowrimo Day 3 Fearless Songwriter (Farewell)

Day 29

Sky Filters
twist changing the perceived hues from white through yellow, around orange, wrapped in red plum purple to indigo blue.

This sequence can only be seen over Rafael's roof fronting Lake Pepin on a late July weekend when the mayflies buzz rancid to rise rabid, live, brushing, touching everything to love, only to crash the orange sound and bend the note to shiver two trains in opposite directions.

The sunset never splits into colors here. Last week at the national eagle center Donald defecated sticky popsicles all over my arm posing for a picture because it tasted yellow. Time runs like a river bends and folds on itself only to reset, sadly on a pole joining the timid club, smelling black cathode rays. Rafael sneezed 50 feet to change the bulb while Landrew walked down to the Mississippi River to wait for next year with 60 decibels we are having a flood, the rocks on the bank happily bask in the flow.

I knew it would happen this way!
Se la vie.
Darkness falls. 

Day 30

Remember The Gleam

Verse 1 (boom chick 5 234)   
  Fadd9(C;5,0)                 Em(Em/B;5,0)  (Am;5,0)                      Bb/A(Fmaj7;5,0)
Rainbows scattered thru misty dust         fast forward now she came and stayed
  Fadd9(C;5,0)          Em(Em/B;5,0)  (Am;5,0)    Bb/A(Fmaj7;5,0)
             One dream ends                      another begins

Bridge  (fingerpick)
Bb/A(F;5,0)                               (Am;5,0)
Remembering now and then   when blue skies rewrite a James Taylor song
When streaming replaces dreaming
When peeking around three corners of five walls
Cmaj7add9 (G;5,0)
Remember the gleam   

Verse 2    (boom chick 5 1234)
  Fmaj7add9(C;5,0)     Em(Em/B;5,0)  (Am;5,0)       Bb/Aadd11(Fmaj7;5,0)
Pictures torn pieces    from long ago    sentiment disappated
  Fmaj7add9(C;5,0)     Em(Em/B;5,0)  (Am;5,0)   Bb/Aadd11(Fmaj7;5,0)
                  One dream ends                  another begins

Outro  (pluck)
 G(D;5,0)                                F(D;3,0)
With the first drop of rain     always remember the gleam
 Em(Dm;2,0)                           Dm   
always remember the gleam always remember the gleam
  C                            Fmaj7
always remember

Monday, April 28, 2014

Day 28 NaPoWriMo - A poem using vocabulary from a news article; Day 2 Fearless songwriter - The story of who made your license plate

I combined the NaPoWriMo prompt to take a current news articles and use only or mostly words from that article. This article was the next one I read:

with the Fearless Songwriter Day 2 prompt to write the story of who made my license plate. It was an interesting experiment.

Cities of Inspiration

Verse 1    
(C#maddD) Jessica with the adult lifestyle
(Amadd11) fast forward now she came and stayed
(E6add11) Educated close to the beaches
(D6/E) post-college Charleston
(C#maddD) Joins the 30-somethings bar weekly
(Amadd11) early evening on Meeting Street
(E6add11) Upstairs she's got to seem
(D6/E) unimaginable to leave Charleston

(A) Is it something old-fashioned
(B/A) to survive?
(A) In places before automobiles 
(B/A) arrive?
(A) In old 
(B/A) shuttered cities 
(C/A) of inspiration

Verse 2    
(C#maddD) Jessica gets young, David's changing
(Amadd11) unimaginable she married a dealer
(E6add11) Scratch around his distillery
(D6/E) suburban battery hurt with a weapon
(C#maddD) hangs in chill locked away
(Amadd11) dreaming of his gleaming
(E6add11) Fender stratocaster guitars
(D6/E) it's snowing outside the bars

Repeat chorus

I also put it to music:

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Day 27 - poem from a photograph

National Poetry Writing Month prompt to write a poem based on a photograph of a street christmas celebration with soap bubble blowing machines in Florida.

Let It Soap

December guitars hot and humid
Christmas parade in Florida for yule kids
No one there 'cept wealthy white folks
let it soap, let it soap, let it soap

Spanish guitar carols third street closed
for the five car Christmas parade
No matter how turbulent winds blow
Please make sure the musicians get paid

So they'll sing and watch bubbles blowin'
delusion pretends shovel snowin'
Clean mahogany guitars sheen glow
let it soap, let it soap, let it soap

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Day 26 - worlds collide - Big Blue

Today I combined the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a curtal sonnet with a Fearless Songwriter prompt to write about blue colored items and threw in a couple of other suggestions into the mix as well.

Big Blue

Verse 1    
(G) Woke up to a big blue-green sunset painting
(G) dug past the blue underwear, blue shirts and blue shorts
(G/F#) to the bike naked root river trail shirt
(G) opened the garage door for my online girlfriend
(Em7) Well, actually my wife
(G/F#) putting on her blue bicycle  (G) helmet

(G) a silver and blue folding bike
(G/F#) street under the big blue sky
(Em7) carrying my blue sports bottle
(G/F#) and our purple and blue travel yoga mats  

(G) going on a big blue ride

Verse 2    
(G) Got to the greenmarket a little early (there's blue in green you know)
(G) sat down on the light blue picnic table
(G/F#) waiting for the yoga class to begin 
(G) looking at the muscovy ducks waddle by the big blue lake
(Em7) Well, actually the stormwater treatment pond
(G/F#) my online girlfriend, purple and blue yoga mats (G)  (there's blue in purple too you know)

(G) practice started with savasana
(G/F#) sun salutation stretching high
(Em7) seeking balance
(G/F#) on the green grass (G)

(G) going to the big blue sky

Verse 3    
(G) Worked and tired closing our eyes
(G) Nap then I'm painting just for random fun
(G/F#) in sixteen shades of blue, purple and green
(G) big blue watercolor wash
(Em7) Well, actually, $5 watercolor tabs and brush water 
(G/F#) purple, blue and  (G) green

(G) blue sky fades to gray
(G/F#) sunsets against a blue green silhouette of trees
(Em7) wet yoga mats
(G/F#) as the paint dries 

(G) going to a big blue night

A scratch demo recording is posted here:

Friday, April 25, 2014

Day 25 - NaPoWriMo prompt Anaphora, use a repeated phrase

I have written a few songs and poems this way. "Chaos In The Parking Lot and "Before The Sun" spring to mind. This is a quick one that I may put to music.

What Fear Will Consume

What they fear will rule them

What they fear will control them
What they fear will enslave them
What they fear will consume them

What you fear will rule you
What you fear will control you
What you fear will enslave you
What you fear will consume you

What I fear will rule me
What I fear will control me
What I fear will enslave me
What I fear will consume me

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Day 24 - NaPoWriMo Masonry

A National Poetry Writing Month prompt to write a poem about masonry.

A Lifetime Poem

Built brick by brick
a step, a ledge, a door, a window
measured amounts of mortar mixed into mud
by gallons of water
white wheelbarrows of sand, gravel and cement
trowel to block, icing on a layer cake
into a separation, a division
keeping some out
keeping home in
a box staid and unchanging
standing through storm impacts
Lightning, thunder and rain
winds, snow and hurricanes
building a lifetime poem

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Day 23 Homophone soundalike translation of a foreign language poem

Choices plus bells

Hear sweet bells of motels come on and row the pier
Red moon scene, Shawn can jest - move Bertie!
Jay throw dance I say you're a comer
of U.S. sphinx income please June in course, the knees
Aha branch banker day signature!
Jay has lemons minty tea place, less ligaments
Red jammies Jenny blue air, Red jammies Jenny Reese
Less Loretta on campus grand Saskatoon
Okay Jay, lay in your dumpster
all plus fear monuments consumer reports lures yours
and the stare attitudes
Car Jay pur faster says Don's silly mount
Deputy smores quit Fonsie to you choices plus bells
Messy angst messy races you all clear out u-turn left

Here is the source:

La Beauté
Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,
Et mon sein, où chacun s'est meurtri tour à tour,
Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière.
Je trône dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;
Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
Les poètes, devant mes grandes attitudes,
Que j'ai l'air d'emprunter aux plus fiers monuments,
Consumeront leurs jours en d'austères études;
Car j'ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,
De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:
Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartés éternelles!
— Charles Baudelaire