Four Chords..Three Scales Made This Bassline... Poem by Anthony Edmond John
Four Chords..Three Scales Made This Bassline...
The Trust of these words to My humble pages...
They are special..as comely as Your Psalms...
We have drummed those Spirit drums...
On these palm fronds didst they all swing and dance...
Others shouted Loud hee haws as they swayed and pranced...
Neither in France nor In My Several A-Tranced have I seen such healthy Waistlines...
Four Chords...followed by three scales made the Bassline...
Acoustic softness emerged from those many fretlines...
The Chromatic triangle within that squareline...
We all need their energy for synergy.
I see wonderful rhymes and the hint of the rhythms emerging. Taking control of the beat means that we all may dance. I have read a number of your poems and this is the best so far. Irene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:49:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You know how to Flow bro