Blues Rock Mermaid

Aloha writers,

     Anyone see a flipper on an eco green-backed blues rock mermaid? 

Inspires today. Enjoy!

Delicate Dancers

Aloha,

                   This photo allows to flowers to come forward as bigger than the rest. Writers also bring story points forward by the use of exaggeration. Let's write using exaggeration today.

         Enjoy!

Genre: Blues Rock

            Blindsided By Your Visual

Error proneness well I guess that's me now

No more aloneness, worked that out somehow

With actions so prolonged and somewhat intense

I'll stay with you this day forever hence

You echo the sentiment you whisper in my ear

A competitor's impediment is what I like to hear

Some actions may kill and dash a lofty plan

I'll stay blindsided by your visual I'll be your man

Respect each other and speak of courtesy

A Whitman's sampler of restraint that's you and me

With a heartfelt renewable mandate so individual

I stay blindsided by your visual

The perfect skill set is now what we heed

As we seek and treasure our own privacy

With a natural reserve so residual

I'll  stay blindsided by your visual

                   

Cool Green

Aloha,

                      This photo shows a cool area near Waikiki Beach. This area can also be calm, serene, placid, composed, moderate, or temperate. Writers use words according to their style.

Let's think about style as we write today.             Enjoy!

Genre:  Blues Rock

                  Lay Some Rail

So flawless and faceless you've got game

Another heart implodes who can you blame

To a port of call you set your sail

Never one thought of laying some rail

The right time rolls and then you go

Even no wind can.t keep you slow

Into any breeze with no flaunt or flail

Never a thought of laying some rail

Just a gesture of hope you get the point

Come back home and help build this joint

Pick up a hammer then a nail

Do your part.. start to lay some rail

Rainbow Forest

Aloha,

                  The photo was taken at a beach hotel in Waikiki. This quiet parrot is a macaw whose dynamic color engages us in a visual way.

                  Great writing is "dynamic" when it engages our feelings, hearing, intuition, smell, intelligence, taste, and touch. Let's consider this idea as we write today.             Enjoy!

Genre:  Jazz Pop

              How's It Going Over There?

How's it going over there you who are so far away

I guess things are OK or so you say

How's it going over there in your wild and blue 

Have you finally gotten with it or has it gotten you?

Does anyone ever fake a dream

Stand in line for the next to scream?

Honor one who's not quite where it's at

Can we really do that?

How's it going over there you so tested by time

Still tasting the wine dally sublime

In your brain a little home on the range

Take life's lavish ride all apologies aside

It's fair to say love will come your way

Once you define it the heart of gold

Only you can mine it then be sold 

Find someone who cares only then and there

Is it fair to ask "Hows it going over there?"

 

Genre : Blues Rock

            There Being a Next Time

I'll play it pretty then I'll play it again

Bring in the beast to visit all my friends

Show my hand then let out a breath

I'll play it pretty you do the rest

Shake this joint with rattle and rhyme

Meet up again somewhere down the line

Local folk follow me in a great big line

I'm getting myself used to there being a next time

Recovery discovery get me off the shelf

I'm going to be a good friend to myself

Try to play it pretty try to make it shine

Get myself used to there being a next time

Natural Style

Aloha,

                     Here is another morning photo of a flower near the beach. The stark diversity in color stimulates our vision. Great writers cause their readers to "feel something" by using specific detail. How a writer does this is style. Let's write with this in mind today.

          Enjoy!

Genre: Environmental Poetry

                    Ocean Ordeal

Batter the surf fight wind and wave

One more life left out there to save 

As the sea rises above and beyond

Listening in the distance a faint swan song

Go out where the deep waters flow

Swim with dolphins watch the whales blow

See the sea turtles then a sea seal

If the sea survives its ocean ordeal

Get a little deeper in over your head

Vacate the comfort zone go out instead

The tropics will grant your favorite wish

See exotic swims of the last little fish

Objects of desires are good little deeds

Rip at the heart of invasive weeds

Endangered species will be freed by you

Capture the ocean then turn it back blue 

Make a splash catch a wave 

Go out and find something to save

Tender togetherness will have its greatest appeal

When the sea survives its ocean ordeal

Genre:  Blues Rock

                Hard Cold Truth

Not a place known for its scenic view

A revolving door with the devoted few

Inspiration arrives and aspiration goes out

So many tears leaves so little doubt

Everybody knows they're packing the juice

When a little soft lie brings the hard cold truth

Little soft lies have a life of their own

Painted in a world and blemished to the bone

Somebody nudge me away from the darkness

Far far away from this little Loch Ness

Wise me up far beyond my youth

Little soft lie bring the hard cold truth

A little soft lie is never easy to see

But they pack a punch eventually

You can bet your heart it'll be on time

That hard cold truth coming down the line

Hard cold truth you wait and see

Hard cold truth eventually

Hard cold truth be on time

Little soft lie bring it down the line

                    

Dreams of Blue

Aloha,

Here are 3 examples of different genres in lyric writing 

for your song. 

Enjoy!

Genre: eFuture Poetry

Flash Bolero

Above the rising sea below the canopy

We seek the safety of our sentiment

Nature drums and motherhood comes

To rise above the sediment

Savage bang an ocean rang

Came the dance of the flash bolero

Fire words hearts stirred 

The dark horse of twilight ground zero

Dreams of blue the beauty of green too

Inspire in the cold and the dark

Muses merge museums emerge

Still the darkhorse of twilight sought its mark

A new canopy the blue sky would be

Above the dance of the flash bolero 

Below raging swells a calm ocean will dwell

Here motherhood awaits her hero

Genre: Blues 

                         What Happens Next

You warm your mind, as her heart grows cold,  

then worry grabs hold, down to your soul

A wise man will tell you, get it out of your head,  

sorry is a word that can end you' up dead

What's your hurry baby? Please tell me, or send me a text

Won't you tell me now baby, What Happens Next?

You manage your way. You say, " Come what may!"

But you can't stop the day, got dues to pay

day in and day out can't you can hear my heart shout?

There's got to be some, kind of way out..

Jimi and Dylan would shout, would say,  

Hey, What Happens Next?

What is going, to happen next?

Somebody tell me or send me a text

Baby won't you please,  don't stack the deck  

Just tell me honey, What Happens Next?

You say step up, drink from the cup, 

then talk to me like some kind of pup

You tell me remember, then you forget.  

Won't somebody tell me, What Happens Next?

Genre: Jazz Swing

                           Hunger the Night

You characterize, so strong

Up to the moment of your momentous little song

You guy wire your tension

Did I mention? This guy is wired for you?

You lead me through. Or is this just

Another little journey to find you, yourself, and you?

I gladly follow with no disguise, baby it's you, you..

Hot wire me wise

Intrigued, never fatigued, surely you must know

When you invite me, excite me, the exits are closed

So close you are, bringing that feeling of home from afar

Can I ride in your car in overdrive? It's true you hot wire me wise

The way I feel when you say you deal right from the heart

It's like we were, when we were right from the start

When we were younger we'd hunger the night, and listen to its cries

Then you would, hot wire me wise

You bring your story, on a stage of glory

In motion, with that look in your eyes, no one denies

Baby it you. You hot wire me wise