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WE WANT TO KNOW?

From the Poetic Asides weekly Wednesday prompts for 5/4: WHEN EVERYTHING STOPS

Lemme know if you think I should've stopped sooner...

WE WANT TO KNOW? (c) 2016 G. Smith (BMI) ======€=====€====== This old truck of mine, Runs along just fine, Till it won't, till it won't; What went wrong? I should see it coming on; But I don't, no I don't.

With a shudder and a sigh, I pull over as it dies, Take out my phone, take out my phone; Slam the door, raise the hood, No way this is any good, Sit all alone, out here alone.

When everything stops, We want to know, Why we didn't see them, Starting to slow. There may have been symptoms, There may have been signs; But we may not notice, We choose to be blind; When everything stops, We want to know, Why we didn't see them, Starting to slow.

That old washer chugged long, Singing its laundry song, And then it quit, just up and quit; It was full, about to spin, But it won't do that again, That was it, that was it;

It shuddered once and sighed, Full of suds, it up and died, Just one last load, one last load; Every thing was wringing wet, It hadn't rinsed the soap out yet, I shoulda knowed, shoulda knowed.

When everything stops, We want to know, Why we didn't see them, Starting to slow. There may have been symptoms, There may have been signs; But we may not notice, We choose to be blind; When everything stops, We want to know, Why we didn't see them, Starting to slow.

This is where you kissed me, Where is it that you missed me? How long ago? How long ago? You may not recall, You were my all in all, And it showed, how it showed.

But now you've gone away, And it's just another day; Maybe for you, yes just for you; Without a shudder or a sigh, Our love just up and died; I don't know what to do, what to do, to do.

When everything stops, We want to know, Why we didn't see them, Starting to slow. There may have been symptoms, There may have been signs; But we may not notice, We choose to be blind; When everything stops, We want to know, Why we didn't see them, Starting to slow.

WHEN EVERYTHING STOPS

Just because the Poem-A-Day challenge ended with April doesn't mean the Poetic Asides blog has stopped posting its weekly Wednesday prompts... And the 5/4 prompt is the title is what follows...

WHEN EVERYTHING STOPS (c) 2016 G. Smith (BMI) -----------|||----------- We start running before the sun is up, Get our breakfast from a cardboard cup, Bumper to bumper, next thing we know, Punch the clock and it's go, go, go.

Ninety miles an hour on a dead end street, Quitting time and we're both beat. Chores galore when we come through the door; Get to bed in time to do it some more.

But, When everything stops, And the noise fades away, And we catch our breath, For the first time today, We spoon in the darkness, You know what I'll say; "I love you, you know, "In so many ways."

We've disagreed a time or two, But never about something we couldn't undo; No harsh words in any of our fights, And we patched things up before turning out the lights,

And, When everything stops, And the noise fades away, And we catch our breath, For the first time today, We spoon in the darkness, You know what I'll say; "I love you, you know, "In so many ways."

There's too much going on, To let things slide; But it's worth all the work, To stay by your side.

Because, When everything stops, And the noise fades away, And we catch our breath, For the first time today, We spoon in the darkness, You know what I'll say; "I love you, you know, "In so many ways."

CUL DE SAC BLUES

The final prompt in the April Poem-A-Day challenge is DEAD END~

CUL DE SAC BLUES G. Smith (BMI) -----------£----------- I come home from work, The commute is a bear, To our gated community, Where there ain't no there there.

I'm tired to the bone, You're worn slap out, too; There's only one thing That we both can do.

We've gotta leave this cul de sac, We've gotta get ourselves back, To where the neighbors are neighborly. And the roads are straight, We've gotta leave this cul de sac, We've gotta get ourselves back, Times're changing way too fast, And you know we can't wait.

We moved up to the city, But didn't live in town, We found this subdivision, And we laid our money down.

We've got a little bit of grass, We were raised on so much more, And still can't quite get used to having Folks so close next door.

We've gotta leave this cul de sac, We've gotta get ourselves back, To where the neighbors are neighborly. And the roads are straight, We've gotta leave this cul de sac, We've gotta get ourselves back, Times're changing way too fast, And you know we can't wait.

Ninety miles an hour On this dead end street, We need to feel some fresh dirt Beneath our feet.

We've gotta leave this cul de sac, We've gotta get ourselves back, To where the neighbors are neighborly. And the roads are straight, We've gotta leave this cul de sac, We've gotta get ourselves back, Times're changing way too fast, And you know we can't wait. ***** Check the whole month's mayhem at writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

Here's another IMPORTANT "BLANK" song... 4/28/16

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS G. Smith ===#=== Is this seat taken? Mind if I sit? Haven’t I seen you someplace before? What’s your name? Come here often? Care to join me out on the floor?

Like the band? Where you from? Do you know who you look like to me? What do you do? Like your job? Watching the game on TV?

Important questions, Important questions, They can wait, they can wait; Except for that big one, The hardest of all; Asking her out for, A second date?

Brothers or sisters? Wanna eat something? Can I buy you another drink, and, Are you alone, tonight? Need a ride home? Alright; What was I thinking? Was I thinking?

Important questions, Important questions, They can wait, they wait; Except for that big one, The hardest of all; Asking her out for, A second date. • • • • • (With a nod and apologies to George Strait, Brad Paisley, & Dierks Bentley)

IMPORTANT DIFFERENCES

Coming down to the wire, the 4/28 Poem-A-Day prompt is: complete the phrase IMPORTANT "BLANK"

IMPORTANT DIFFERENCES G. Smith (BMI) ——-|||——|||—— I went to Newnan High, You went to La Grange; I was a little shy, You thought that was a little strange. I lived outside of town, You lived off Main; My dad plowed the ground, Yours scheduled the trains. How our paths crossed, I still don’t know; But I’d be lost, As you well know.

Important differences, Between me and you, There aren’t that many, Maybe one or two; But we go over them, Like we always do, Those important differences, Between me and you.

We went to college, Two opposite schools, One for knowledge, The other for cool. You and your Tigers, Me and my Tide; No way we’d fight for, The other side; Still, we stayed in touch, Despite losses and wins; And when we we got home, We picked up again.

Despite, Important differences, Between you and me; There aren’t that many, Maybe two or three; As long as we keep ’em, So we both can see, Those important diffences, Between you and me.

Southern Presbyterian, Southern Baptist Church, I won’t leave you worrying, Standing in the lurch; You won’t leave me here, Standing on my own; Neither one of us, Will ever be alone.

Important diffences, Between the two of us; Don’t really matter, Aren’t worth the fuss; If you won’t carry on, Then I won’t cuss (dag-dummit), Those important differences, Bind the two of us, Roll Tide, Those important differences, Bind the two of us. * * * * * Two more days of the April Poem-A-Day Challenge will be posted with rest of 'em at writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides.

TAKEOFF

The 4/27 Poem-A-Day prompt prompt is TAKE OFF (or TAKEOFF)

TAKEOFF G. Smith (BMI) ——/——

How many feet of lumber? How much concrete to pour? How many yards of carpet? How many square feet of hardwood floor?

How many piles of ceramic tiles? What color do you think? The light for the dining room, Grass in the yard, and don’t forget the kitchen sink.

How many pounds of nails. How many pounds of screws? Granite or solid surface counters? The choice is up to you.

How many squares of roofing? How many gallons of paint? Howany brushes and rollers? Are we done yet? No, we ain’t.

Bricks and sticks, Are all it takes, To frame and build a house; But it takes more, Than windows and doors, To turn a house into a home, a home To turn a house into a home.

How many electrical outlets? How many feet of wire? How many feet of plumbing pipe? How many hammers and saws and wrenches and pliers?

How deep is the foundation? How high the ridge line above? How many hours of labor? How much a labor of love?

Bricks and sticks, Are all it takes, To frame and build a house; But it takes more, Than windows and doors, To turn a house into a home, a home To turn a house into a home.

LOVE OR OBSESSION

The last 2-fer-Tuesday prompt in the Poem-A-Day Challenge is the annual "favorite": LOVE &/or ANTI-LOVE

LOVE OR OBSESSION G. Smith (BMI) ====•==== It started out so simply, A smile across the way, A sparkle in your laughter, What else was there to say.

Soon it was the two of us, There was no one else for me; I thought you felt the same way, But the clues were hard to see.

And it’s a razor thin line, Between ours and mine, Between ours and mine, Between us and mine. Now it’s time make a confession; Love? Or obsession? Love? Or obsession?

Where have you been? Who’s on the phone? What are you doing? Are you going alone?

What did she want? What did they need? Tell them I’ve got plans, You’re going with me.

And it’ss a razor thin line, Between us and mine; Between us and mine, Between us and mine. Am I a man or a possession? Love? Or obsession? Love? Or obsession?

Room to breathe, Doesn’t mean I’ll leave; And it’s a razor thin line between, Love; Or obsession. ----*---- You guessed it: writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides

RESTRAINT

The 4/25 Poem-A-Day prompt is EXERCISE.

I exercised my writing hand and came up with the following...

RESTRAINT G. Smith (BMI) •=====•=====• It happens every morning, On my way out the door, I say I’ll see you this evening, Like I did the day before. Maybe she’ll say something, But most times she won’t. I want to ask why she doesn’t; But every day I don’t.

At lunch I call to say hello, Ask her how how day is going. She’ll say fine, and wonder why, I feel like I should know, and She hangs up, cutting me off, And I look at the phone in my hand; Was it something I said? Or didn’t say? I don’t understand.

But I, Exercise restraint, Mind my words and bite my tongue, Exercise a little self control, Not like I did when I was young. Yeah, I learned a long time ago, You can’t unsay some words; You can’t say others often enough, But you know which ones get heard.

I let her know I’m done with work, And I’m about to head on home; Do I need to stop along the way, She simply answers, “No.” After dinner before she heads to bed, She asks why we don’t talk; And I’m left a little speechless, I’m left a bit in shock.

But I, Exercise restraint, Mind my words and bite my tongue, Exercise a little self control, Not like I did when I was young. Yeah, I learned a long time ago, You can’t unsay some words; You can’t say others often enough, But you know which ones get heard.

Yeah, I learned a long time ago, You can’t unsay some words; And you can say others often enough; But you know which ones get heard. ***** Exercise your curiosity if so inclined and check out this and others at writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides

REFOUND

The 4/24 Poem-A-Day prompt (from writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides), was LOST & REGAINED Here's a song I found~

REFOUND G. Smith (BMI) =====+===== Have you made a mistake, You wish you could unmake? Well I did, when I let you go? I knew then and there, That I’d always care, It seemed the right thing to do even so.

Time seemed to crawl, I was climbing the walls, And bouncing around on my own. Then I opened my door, And you were there, like before; And you asked me if I was alone,

And love refound me When I refound you, Another chance, another shot at the prize. I’ve been set free, I feel you have been, too; I can tell by the light in your eyes.

So let’s dance in the rain, Heal each other’s pain, And make up for the years that have passed. I gave my share, It should be clear how I care, And how long true love can last.

And love refound me When I refound you, Another chance, another shot at the prize. I’ve been set free, I feel you have been, too; I can tell by the light in your eyes.

AN OLD PAIR OF BOOTS

The Poem-A-Day prompt for 4/23: FOOTWEAR

AN OLD PAIR OF BOOTS G. Smith (BMI) #====#====# Like an old pair of boots, I'm broken-in fine, I go better with beer, Than some fancy French wine;

Like an old pair of boots, I'm a little bit scuffed, Just comes with the territory, Being tough in the rough.

Like an old pair of boots, I fit her just so; Dressed up or dressed down, I'm always ready to go