#rhythm and poetry

[env0writes]

NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.5.24 “That Ain't Playing Phaoroh at the American Dream“

What’s a dollar Dollar bill Y’all? Lying? Trying? Dying? For this green? Grass and trees and leaves fall all the same Why play pretend with markets in the clouds What is a dollar, a buck, a doe? Although without I’m dying, trying, lying Asking why I’m not enough Dollar bill, y’all Survive on these slip Slip, slip, slippery slope Pink slip car loan Pink slip house loan –Reminder I’m a man– Can’t afford my home, my car, my life What’s a dollar An hour? How many? I’m spending my day working for so little When the bed I sleep in, in the house I weep in Will never be bought with that labor Who enjoys the fruits of these planted labors? What juice spills from distant lips?

What’s a dollar? Dollar bill Y’all aren’t all vying for more? Trying for more Dying for more? Why must we play pretend–passing ice-coins Wintered the weather about to maintain this illusion This song and dance Won at the tip of a lance Am I to die on the streets where I sleep After a hard days work Gunned down by a passerby whose offense is taken At my presence In my work, when offense is taken At my presence What sense does it make to not be seen Santa’s little helpers Slaving away So some other might gloat and tote Can I sleep on it? Wipe my weeping tears on it? Who will take what I have Leaving what little for tomorrow And tomorrow’s tomorrow Before I again have to borrow So that this cycle of green Of greed Of grasses–greener Perennially blooms; forebodes doom

Where is safe from this dollar? Dollar bill Y’all The grass is always greener The management always meaner The bankers always keener I am saving, graving, paving the way But not to walk upon but on I am the stone–ascended Who can afford to be single? Who can afford just one? In a market that’s rising–water levels Left to drown I can swim–only so long Tread water, dread water, fed water And drown Green stays afloat It is soluble, solution, able and capable Why must I live to work and not Live and work Where did the and’s go? Where did the green go? Barren and wearing no colors of life The suburbs and cities and folks are all white Washed and packaged for resale again No space is owned save the barony lords

What is a dollar? Dollar bill Y’all Learn all day To work all day ‘Til your dying day What is there to say? “He was a busy and dedicated man to his work” Will his work remember him Remembered for his work Who will grieve the cog replaced The seed replanted The crack that’s mended When the old days are waning The sunset soon fading I will keep working for that return of the green The average mean The stacks slapped in my hand To feed and afford what I can Because what use is a dollar That can never call her Back Buy my time Back Take it all Back What use is a dollar? That can’t buy back my time wasted in youth In adulthood so ruth-lessly sought

What is a dollar? Dollar bill Y’all Aren’t struggle to own any bit of your life Your car is on loan and your house and your wife At the slightest inconvenience The drop of margins Swoops the executive C On to elevate thee Claiming your purchases are just temporary They’ve licensed your time Your work and Your sight All that you own And all that you might Work for that dollar Plug and play on their game I’ll keep dreaming, Filling reem in -of paper And dream of my paper My dollar Dollar bill Y’all

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#writeblrcafe #poeticstories #capitalism #horrors of capitalism #american gothic #american dream #spoken word #slam poetry #rhythm and poetry #dollar dollar bill yall #napowrimo #napowrimo vol. 3 #april #env0 writes #long poem #LONG poem #poetselixir #poetswhisper #midwest gothic #suburban gothic #retail gothic #retail hell #corporate america #corporation #America #usa #twcpoetry #poetryportal

[dbguidebook]

Darling Bonnie's Off Season Interludes: 'HI, SOCIETY!' #SOCIETYTHINGS

WHAT IS A SHOWROOM VERSE | The Darling Society Glossary

#darling #darling bonnie #darling society #darling bonnie land #high class hip hop #high street culture #art #culture #style #artist #creative #female mc #rap #rhythm and poetry #poetry #women in music #women in art #performance art #lifestyle #lifestyle blog #chic #glamour #societythings

[biggjakemusic]

#music #hip hop #unsigned artist #new artist #rap #rapper #biggjake #rhythm and poetry

[blutroterwein]

#curse #minden #stadttheater #kunst #poet #rap #rhythm and poetry #live

[phoenixyfriend]

Sometimes I am forced to come to terms with the fact that most people don't think of prose in terms of Rhythm

[am reminded of a John Rogers blog post where he talks about the sound driving how he directs a show]

[Also those Hunger Games text analyses talking about how the prose sentence structure changes depending on the setting and the stress that Katniss is under.]

I was really into "this is how poetry works" in middle school.

Considered poetry as a direction for my writing, never quite fit, but the format of "this is how stress and diction and punctuation affect the tone and mood" has been in my prose pretty much ever since.

#phoenix babbles #writing jokes #rhythm #poetry #prose #I wonder how often people notice me messing with wording for rhythm instead of just meaning

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #15: A poem of at least ten lines where all lines start with the same word

Because

Because man doubted God, he ate the apple. Because man sinned, the garden gates were barred. Because Abram showed faith, God promised glory Because his sons would outnumber the stars.

Because they cried, God led them out of Egypt. Because He swept the sea, they passed dry-shod. Because they sinned, He gave them the commandments Because the Law helps man relate to God.

Because they feared the giant, God sent David. Because the shepherd trusted, he was king. Because the kingdom fell, God vowed salvation Because a savior from this stump would spring.

Because the virgin loved, she gave her fiat. Because she did, the Word became a man. Because she asked, her son made wine from water Because it was a sign of God's great plan.

Because the crowds were lost, He came and taught them. Because they starved, He gave them holy bread. Because the sick believed in Him, He healed them. Because they died, He raised them from the dead.

Because He was betrayed, He was arrested. Because He claimed God's name, they struck Him down. Because He claimed to be a king, they scourged Him. Because they mocked, He wore a thorn-filled crown.

Because the crowds demanded it, they hung Him. Because He loved, He offered no complaint. Because it was the will of God, He suffered Because it would atone for Adam's taint.

Because He died, the world did shake and darken. Because He died, they laid Him in a grave. Because all hope seemed lost, his friends all sorrowed Because it seemed He'd lost his chance to save.

Because He was God's Son, He rose victorious Because He had defeated death's domain. Because the women came, they found Him risen. Because He rose, He will forever reign.

Because of all Your faithfulness I praise You Because You showed Your Love through years of strife. Because You rose, I sing with great rejoicing Because You give your people lasting life.

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #catholic things #i got the prompt and 'because' was the immediate word that stuck out #during church yesterday i got distracted by trying to put salvation history into this format #i know i write too many trite and obvious religious poems #but it just kept falling into this meter so i ran with it #(for that matter i have no idea where this meter came from) #(there *has* to be some poem that gave me this rhythm but i can't think of what it is an it's driving me crazy)

[lysergicfunk]

Happy Birthday GIL!

Gilbert Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)

#Gil Scott Heron #rhythm and blues #Funk #soul #Blues #Jazz #Poetry

[hychlorions]

i've seen so many lyrics pulled from that new tswift album and genuinely none of them have ever rhymed. what is she doing. even the fake lyrics people come up with for her new album seem more like lyrics than the stuff she actually wrote

#.docx #it reminds me of my slam poetry from junior year. that is not a compliment #no rhyming no rhythm i was just putting words that aounded good down on paper but it lacked essence and cohesion #but i was also? 16. what is a 34 year old doing writing shit like this

[noosphe-re]

From a new rhythmic-form, a new movement-form. From a new movement-form, a new thought-form. From a new thought-form, a new material-form.

Ahmed Salman

#quote #AHMED #form #sound #acoustics #movement #motion #reality #matter #material #philosophy #poem #poetry #thought #thinking #novelty #creation #creativity #rhythm #mental #body

[ruhzephyr]

Have you seen people when they are done reading a book,or just finished listening to their favourite album,or done watching a movie they love? Their faces glow like angels that time,a deviation from the reality.

#bibliophile #literature #books #poetry #quotes #romantic #novel #poem #authors #music #book review #angels #english #love #poets on tumblr #poetic #rhythm heaven #movies

[everythingtaylor13]

Week 1 of @ttpdpoetryweek

Prompt: Castles Crumbling (heavily inspired by the meeting on the turret stairs by Frederic William Burton)

There is nothing to be done, As I pass you on the stairs, The walls around us a tomb, Your hand in mine like a prayer. The castle crumbles brick by brick, The mob outside gathers, Are they here for you or me?  Or did it ever matter?  Their cries are full of hatred,  An Empire falls to the ground, And you can’t really save me, For I am already drowned.  My chest is sick and heavy, What I breathe in must come out, On the turret stairs we meet, Being with you, I am without. If you fell, did I push you?  Am I guilty of this sin?  The dust covers you over, And I am torn limb from limb.

#I haven’t written a poem in 7 years #but it was so fun to challenge myself with this #and to challenge myself with rhyme and rhythm #which I am no good at #when my brain wandered about thinking about castles #it got stuck on the meeting on the turret stairs #which was also an influence to this poem #as well as ofc castles crumbling #ttpdpoetryweek #poetry #my poetry #castles crumbling

[whenaprilwoodsarered]

Interior’s interred It -

Some strange Sepulcher lie -

Wherein secured,

The Moss doth grow,-

Upon a weary Eye -

Thought darkened out

For Centuries-

Without a Rod for Sky -

But - Death -

Could not have closed It-

It is Infinity -

#poetry #19th century #emilydickinson #rhythm #sylviaplath #death #witch community

[anonymousdandelion]

Writing poetry or songs in a second language that you are not fluent in is an excellent language-practice exercise, let me tell you.

#dandelion says #language #languages #language learning #writing #songwriting #writing poetry #trying to think of words that share rhyme or rhythm while also having relevant meaning #when you have a limited vocabulary and even the words you know don't always come naturally #it is hard but it is also so fun #and I think it does help get a better grasp on the language

[serotinals]

#original poem #original poetry #poets of tumblr #poeticstories #poetsandwriters #poetry #writerssociety #writerscorner #writerscreed #writerscafe #spilled ink #original writing #heavily inspired by the rhythm(?)/structure of the song precious sight #but also heavily inspired by turning 25 soon... do with that what you will......

[weaselle]

crocodile smile from the stream we dream is clear: of danger but the stranger beast on two legs we should fear, ‘cause the boat that floats serenely meanly offers us a ride in a ploy devoid of mercy just to hurry us inside see the ship equipped to save us is a play, a way to get: another coin to join the pile and it hasn't saved us yet; forget the crocs that knock beneath with teeth as honest as the sky, and watch the lips of those who ship a packaged promise that's a lie - and once our worth is wealth for those who ply us with a wink? they'll throw us to the lizards lounging hungry in the drink

#i know it's hard to figure out which words to stress to hit the rhythm right #but i promise it works once you do #poem #poetry #stress Crocs and Honest when you get there and it'll help #and don't stress Forget right before that #hope that let's you catch it

[paperlovesadness]

TLSP meltdown of the day: just... These lyrics.

Hotel room Holy Bible Hotel room free love revival Baby it's a never ending spiral 'Looks a little bit like Paris

thank you for your attention.

#hm #hmm #hmmm #I'm thinking thoughts #not even completely formed thoughts really #just thoughts #france-themed. #love-related. #neverending spiral of hot and cold and together and apart. And one thing - then another thing #(I'm not saying anything in particular!) #(sidenote: I am also just obsessed with how they fucking flow and sound. their rhythm and melody. The poetry of them. UGH) #(SOMEONE PUT THESE TWO BOYS IN A ROOM AND MAKE THEM WRITE THIS POETRY TOGETHER AGAIN) #(and probably kiss a little) #(but that's besides the point) #(kind of)