Well, now that that November challenge is over, the same blog (writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides), is back to posting weekly prompts on Wednesdays.
This week's was SHOPPING.
Here's a slightly different take...
SHE'S GOIN' SHOPPIN'
G. Smith (BMI)
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It's that time,
Of year,
When she,
Says, "Dear,
I need to find
Me something new,
To wear."
Well the old,
Won't do,
You feel,
It too,
Won't be long
Until she's,
Not there.
You know what it means,
When she puts on her skinny jeans,
She's goin' shopping,
Bar hoppin',
Non-stop and,
She won't go home alone, alone,
No she won't,
Go home alone.
That's how
You met;
Back then,
And yet,
You're not ready,
To make the change
You know she needs;
So the old,
Won't do,
When did that
Mean you?
Won't be long
Till your broken
Heart bleeds.
And you know what it means,
When she puts on her skinny jeans,
She's goin' shopping,
Bar hoppin',
Non-stop and,
She won't go home alone, alone,
No she won't,
Go home alone.
You know what it means,
When she puts on her skinny jeans,
She's goin' shopping,
Bar hoppin',
Non-stop and,
She won't go home alone, alone,
No she won't,
Go home alone.
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BLESSED BEYOND MEASURE
Started this a couple of weeks ago whilest the subject of the first verse was having its oil changed.
Your thoughts and/comments are, as always, welcome (some things are NEVER changed).
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-----------•---------- BLESSED BEYOND MEASURE (c) 2016 G. Smith (BMI) ```°```°```°```°```°``` I ride an old rustbucket truck around town, It runs pretty good when it ain't broken down. I climb in it here, and it gets me to there, And I'll drive it until the wheels go square. I'll drive it until the wheels go square.
I live in a ramshackle house in the woods. The paint may be peeling, but the roof is still good. It's back in a corner on Grandaddy's land, And it stands 'cause the termites are all holding hands. It stands 'cause the termites are all holding hands.
I've got what I need and I need what I've got; I don't want for much 'cause I don't want lot. I'm blessed beyond measure, my cup overflows, With the mercy and treasures the Good Lord bestows; With the grace and the treasures the Good Lord bestows.
I work twice as hard for half of the pay; From sun up till after dark-thirty each day. My bride is beside me when I turn out the light; And I never have trouble sleeping at night, No we never have trouble sleeping at night.
We've got what we need and we need what we've got; We don't want for much 'cause we don't want lot. We're blessed beyond measure, our cup overflows, With the mercy and treasures the Good Lord bestows; With the grace and the treasures the Good Lord bestows.
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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
The second verse tells you where I drafted this... Doesn't say how long it too, though...
As always, your thoughts, comments, and kind criticism (s) are welcome.
RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME G. Smith (BMI) ~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~ Back in high school you were the queen, The prettiest girl that I'd ever seen. But us together? How could that be? But there I was, right where you left me. There I was, right where you left me.
Down at Belk you were trying on clothes, Your least favorite thing, the good Lord knows. I sat on a stool, a pad on my knee, Writing this song, right where you left me, Writing this song, right where you left me.
Right where you left me, Doing what I do, Right where you left me, Waiting for you, Right where you left me, Waiting for you.
If you leave for Austin without looking back, Your days may be bright, but my nights will go black. If you change your mind, you know what you'll see? Me on the front porch, right where you left me. I'll be on the front porch, right where you left me.
***** Keep 'em tight, and keep 'em in tune...
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END IT~!
There are 27M people trapped in slavery around the world today... more than at any other time in history...
There are an estimated 60,100 people trapped in slavery in the United States right now.
Slavery has many forms and names: BONDED LABOR... FORCED LABOR... HUMAN TRAFFICKING... ...but it’s still slavery.
And it’s still wrong.
It is illegal in every single country in the world.
Yet it still exists. Slavery is the 2nd largest global organized crime, generating $150.2 BILLION PER YEAR
That's more than the combined revenues of Amazon, Google, and E-bay every year.
Nearly 1 in 5 victims of slavery is a child. The average age a teen enters the sex trade in the US is 12 - 14 years old.
55% of forced labor victims are women and girls.
SLAVERY IS REAL.
BUT TOGETHER WE CAN END IT.
Join us as we SHINE A LIGHT ON SLAVERY. February 25th, 2016
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FACE THE DAY
Here's one that came almost full-fledged this morning after trying to get the dogs to calm down in the kitchen where they don't usually spend the night...
Despite the inspiration, it's not about them...
FACE THE DAY (c) 2016 G. Smith (BMI) ------------------------------------------- Just lie down, Go back to sleep; We have dreams and promises, Yet to keep. When the sun comes up, And the stars fade away, Then you and I, Can face the day. Just lie down, Here by my side; Let me dry, The tears you’ve cried. When the sun comes up, And the stars fade away, Then you and I, Can face the day. How I love you, I don’t think you know; But it’s true I do, And even though, I understand why, You feel you must go; But how I love you, Won’t you let me show? So just lie down, Here in my arms; I never meant, You any harm. When the sun comes up, And the stars fade away, Then you and I, Will face the day.
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5 SONGWRITING PITFALLS TO AVOID (from a Jason Blume blog posting)
From a blog posting I stumbled across t'other day:
The bullets:
1. Don't write for an audience of one - If your goal is to share your music with the world, write in a style that speaks to your audience and clearly communicates the message you intended.
2. Show, don't tell- Use this tool, AID: A (action/verbs) I (images/nouns) D (detail/adjectives)
3. Support the song’s title - Ideally, the title is the heart of a song – the focus – and every line of lyric will contribute to leading your listener to the title.
4. A redundant second verse Many developing songwriters fail to bring new information into their second verses. An easy way to find your second verse is to answer: “Then what happened?” or “What else happened?”
5. Settling for “pretty good”- It’s self-defeating to believe that the very first thing that pops into your mind, or comes out of your pen, is such sheer perfection that not even one word could possibly be improved.
Read more: How To Write A Country Song – Avoid These Lyric Pitfalls http://blog.discmakers.com/2015/11/how-to-write-a-country-song-five-lyric-pitfalls-to-avoid/#ixzz3uFHc9Emz
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SHE'S GOIN' SHOPPIN'
Well, now that that November challenge is over, the same blog (writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides), is back to posting weekly prompts on Wednesdays.
This week's was SHOPPING.
Here's a slightly different take...
SHE'S GOIN' SHOPPIN' G. Smith (BMI) --------------------- It's that time, Of year, When she, Says, "Dear, I need to find Me something new, To wear." Well the old, Won't do, You feel, It too, Won't be long Until she's, Not there.
You know what it means, When she puts on her skinny jeans, She's goin' shopping, Bar hoppin', Non-stop and, She won't go home alone, alone, No she won't, Go home alone.
That's how You met; Back then, And yet, You're not ready, To make the change You know she needs; So the old, Won't do, When did that Mean you? Won't be long Till your broken Heart bleeds. And you know what it means, When she puts on her skinny jeans, She's goin' shopping, Bar hoppin', Non-stop and, She won't go home alone, alone, No she won't, Go home alone.
You know what it means, When she puts on her skinny jeans, She's goin' shopping, Bar hoppin', Non-stop and, She won't go home alone, alone, No she won't, Go home alone.
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LET THE MOMENT BEGIN
Here we are, the final prompt for the November Chapbook Challenge: LET THE MOMENT BEGIN
Given that, let's...
LET THE MOMENT BEGIN (c) 2015 G. Smith (BMI) --------------------- How long will this go on? When will the getting ready end? I can almost taste the joy to come; Let the moment begin, begin; Let the moment begin.
How I've waited, anticipated, How you've made my poor head spin; Got my pulse rate syncopated; Let the moment begin, begin Let the moment begin.
There's a time, That marks the start; That splits forever From what's come before, And that time, Will mark the heart, For ever more, for ever more.
How high will we fly? Count down from ten, Let's take the leap and Let the moment begin, begin; Let's take the leap; Let the moment begin.
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All 30 prompts and even more responses can be found at: writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides
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DEAR ME
The next-to-the-last prompt for the Poetic Asides November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge is an OPEN LETTER.
I wrote an open letter to myself.
DEAR ME G. Smith (BMI) --------------------- Dear me, What's going on? I haven't heard from myself, In I don't know how long.
Dear me, What's new? I haven't had a chance, To know what I should do.
She left when I wasn't watching, I didn't hear her leave, I never saw the signs, That's what I believe, Dear me; dear me.
Dear me, How's work? I guess I really ought to know, But it's made me such a jerk,
Dear me, How are things? Guess I'm all tied up in knots, From my tangled up heart strings.
She left when I wasn't watching, I didn't hear her leave, I didn't want to see the signs, That's what I believe, Dear me; dear me.
Dear me Why can't I see, That she And I weren't meant to be?
Dear me, Why lie? I think I know the truth, But I don't wanna cry.
She left when I wasn't watching, I didn't hear her leave, I saw the signs, but didn't care That's what she believes; Dear me; dear me. Dear me.
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This, all 28 previous prompts can be found at writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides.
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IT WAS A BRIGHT AND QUIET NIGHT
The 28th prompt is "Fill in the blanks: It was a ________ and ______ Night."
In anticipation of Advent, which starts tomorrow:
IT WAS A BRIGHT AND QUIET NIGHT G. Smith (BMI) ---------------------- It was a bright and quiet night With only moon and stars, Shepherds watched their flocks in fields, When greeted by angelic choirs.
"Do not fear, We have good news That will bring great joy For all of you.
"In Bethlehem, A Savior is born, The Messiah, the Lord., This very morn."
It was a bright and quiet night With only moon and stars, Shepherds watched their flocks in fields, When greeted by angelic choirs
"This will be a sign to you: A Baby in a manger; The very Son of the living God Greeted as a Stranger."
It was a bright And quiet night With only moon and stars, Shepherds watched their flocks in fields, When greeted by angelic choiras
"Let us go and see this thing Let go and worship the King. Let us go to Bethlehem, Let us go to Bethlehem."
It was a bright and quiet night With only moon and stars.
------ writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides
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LEFTOVER LOVE
The Black Friday (Day 27) prompt is: LEFTOVER (S)
Here's a sort of bluegrass response.
LEFTOVER LOVE G. Smith (BMI) ---------------------- Something's being cooked up in the kitchen, Something's being cooked out on the grill; I know I won't be sitting at the table, When your backdoor man comes 'round to have his fill.
I always serve up, The best that I can do, Why do I get leftover, Love from you? Whybdo I get leftover, Love from you?
There's a big old bag of groceries on the counter, And another one to come in from the truck; I can put 'em all away here in the pantry, But it looks like once again I'm out of luck.
And I always serve up, The best that I can do, Why do I get leftover, Love from you? Why do I get leftover, Love from you?
You know I'll wash and put away the dishes, Wipe the table and clean off the stove; Make sure everything is nice and tidy, And keep denying what everybody knows.
I always serve up, The best that I can do, Why do I get leftover, Love from you? Why do I get leftover, Love from you?
::::•::::: The original prompt is at writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides.
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