The Beat Goes On

This is the hardest easy challenge I have ever faced.  It is easy because I LOVE music.  It is hard because I love so much about music.  So how do I narrow it down?  How on earth do I just pick one topic about music to center on?  Favorite songs, favorite artists, best concerts, who I have met, the time I got on stage, my first concert, the epic Farm Aid concert… so many choices!

I wrote a short poem in high school about music that was written in the shape of a music note. “It soars with joy, it falls with sorrow, only in music, can we find our tomorrows.”   Just the first of many I would write about music and those that make music.  I have also written some lyrics.

A friend of mine put music to one of the sets of lyrics and I have that on CD.  It is such a rush to hear my words sung by someone!  He is still performing blues in the Florida area instead of pop music in the Midwest, he is pretty happy to be back to work after the shut-down.

In high school we had to write our obituaries and I of course was a lyricist whose song had just hit number 5 on the charts when I died in a car accident at 36.  But I had made it as a lyricist… a dream come true.  Now at 53 I am still dreaming and still writing.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #17 – music

Mumbles … Wrangle(r)

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I give in!  I had a nice little flash fiction written and ready to post when I realized I just wrote about a tight pair of Wrangler jeans when the word was really wrangle.  I started another story about two people who didn’t get along… but had no idea where to take it from there.  I finally started a cowboy poem that died on the dusty ranch.  I am sitting here at 4 in the morning with nothing left.  Now I can tell you a wrangle is a fight or an action of herding cattle together.  Maybe I should write about how the towns need to wrangle up the offenders of social distancing and smack some sense into them before they spread it to everyone.  I have to go to the store tomorrow for some food and prescriptions… I hope there are no idiots out.  I think I still have some paper masks from when we tore out the lathe and plaster in the kitchen last summer… it would be better than nothing.  I don’t really know how they expect us to wear masks when there is not enough PPE for the doctors and nurses on the front lines.  If there aren’t any for them why would there be some for us?

My mind is just rambling now so, I should go and get some sleep.  For your patience with me and my babbling… here’s a song with the word in it that I was going to write for – wrangler.  Stay safe everyone!

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – wrangle



Under pressure to make the perfect poem

Searching desperately for the right words

Erase and rewrite

Start all over again

I have a limited amount of time so I struggle through

While facing my own dilemma head on

Erase and rewrite

Start all over again

I start to get tired and sleep tugs at me

My mind grows more foggy

Erase and rewrite

Start all over again

I surrender to my inadequacy

And just give in to my writer’s block

Word after word

End this pressure now



Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challange (FOWC) – pressure

Words of Rhyme,Just in Time


There is this challenge floating around.  It was started by A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip and it is called Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too.  The idea is to write four-line rhyming verse add it to the originals who wrote ahead of you and then pass it on to the next lucky blogger.

First of all THANKS to Fandango for including me in this!  Now here we go.

Rory, A Guy Called Bloke started with this

Ode to the Writers of Words

I am quite the writer you know, it has to be said,
My imagination runs wild, loose and amok,
Creating literary havoc within my head,
Luckily however, I haven’t experienced writer’s block!

Then Fandango at This, That, and the Other  added this

Each morning I think about topics on which to post
But what stirs my imagination by far the most
As I try to conjure up what it is I want to write
Is using the daily prompts while keeping my writing tight.

My turn

Sometimes the words leave me to struggle

But that’s when I take the words and juggle

To fit them into their proper place

Where they do more than take up space

Sandy’s portion

The words they come, the words they go

At times MIA, a total no show

In the end, it’s all worthwhile

When flowing freely, one big smile

Now it is my turn to pick who takes the next challenge and I choose Sandy at Out of My Write Mind  to add her four- line creative rhymes to the collection.  Be sure to link back to the originals so we can follow the progress and pick someone to carry on the torch. ENJOY!


Sandy contributed her share in the comments as she has difficulty with links so I am going to add hers and then name Michael at Afterwards  to add his share and move it along.  He has quite a unique style of limericks, this should be a piece of cake for him!  Thanks!  I hope I am not breaking any rules… LOL!

The Poem

I keep it hidden
Deep inside a drawer
The one thing you ever gave me
It was a poem written for me
In the darkness of the night
One of longing and love
And a little bit of passion
It was just before I lost you
To the injustice of the day to day
When someone ran a red light
And took you from me
I trace the handwritten words
Every once in a while
Remembering your strong hands
And the way you touched my skin
Then tenderly I return it
To the safety of its home
Until I need that reminder
Of how real our love once was


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – drawer

About Love

If I were to take
Quill in hand and write
It would be a love poem
Only meant for you
One of the depth of your eyes
The gentleness of your touch
The heat of your lingering
And the passion in your kiss
I would write about
The tenderness in your smile
The kindness of your words
The strength of your body
And the desire in your voice
A love poem
From the whole of my heart
About the wonderful man you are
How I appreciate all you do
And how much our bodies
Truly need each other
If I had a quill to write…