WHERE WE ARE

Today's November PAD prompt was to write about a "COMMONPLACE LOCATION..."

Here's mine...

WHERE WE ARE G. Smith (BMI) : : : : : : : : This ain't the Magic Kingdom, This ain't some Broadway night, It's just you and me rocking on the porch, Underneath a yellow light, light, light; Underneath a yellow light.

This ain't the Grand Ol' Opry, This ain't Carnegie Hall; It's just you and me picking on the porch, Where we know we've got it all, all, all; We know we've got it all.

Some folks can't be happy, Without the moon and stars, But you and me, we've got what we need, And more here where we are.

This ain't some uptown penthouse; This ain't some five star Ritz; It's just a cabin in the woods, Where everything just fits, fits fits; Everything just fits.

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FULL CIRCLE

So today's PAD Challenge is to use the following six words~ • band • clean • froth • logic • pack • web

See if you can find 'em... ••••-••••-••••-•••• FULL CIRCLE G. Smith (BMI) ----•----•----•---- I check my status on the web, I pack my bags to go; The logic of it makes no sense, That's the one thing that I know.

I pour a cup of coffee, I open up the door; I thought a clean break would be best, But I question it once more.

And the weight on this hand of that gold wedding band, Is sometimes too much to bear; But truth be told, though her heart's grown cold, I'm fool, and I still care.

I stop on the way from airport, At a bar on my way home, Keeping company with a second round, And its suds, froth, and foam.

Third time's the charm, but two's enough, I pay up and go out to my car, I sit on passenger side and wave, At cop staking out this bar.

And the weight on this hand of that gold wedding band, Is sometimes too much to bear; But truth be told, though her heart's grown cold, I'm fool, but I still care.

The cop gives up and so do I, Time to admit to what I've done; I stop at the end of the driveway, Fighting the urge to run.

I just tried that trick, and here I am, Full circle, back to the start. But the house is empty, the lights are out; She's gone and taken my heart.

And the weight on this hand of that gold wedding band, Is sometimes too much to bear; But truth be told, though her heart's grown cold, I'm fool, but I still care.

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ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS

Answering the Poetic Asides November Poem-A-Day prompts"PAPER" for today, 11/17

(writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017- November-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-17)

ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS G. Smith (BMI) : : : : : : : : : : Rock, paper, scissors, Baby, It's all a game to you; Rock, paper, scissors, Baby, It's all a game to you. Win or lose, Woman, It's all the same to you.

Your heart's a solid rock, Baby, Stone cold jagged through and through, Your heart's a solid rock, Baby, Stone cold jagged through and through. It ain't made of gold, no, no; More like granite to this fool.

You wadded up my love, Baby, Tossed it in the fire You wadded up my love, Baby, Tossed it in the fire; Without a second glance, Woman, That's what you thought of my desire.

You've cut me to the quick, Darling, With words sharp as sewing shears, You've cut me to the bone, Woman, With words as sharp as sewing shears, Ain't no use to try and hide 'em, Baby, can't you see my tears.

Rock, paper, scissors, Baby, It's all a game to you; Rock, paper, scissors, Baby, It's all a game to you. Win or lose, Woman, It's all the same to you;

Win at all costs, Woman, It's all the same to you.

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PLAY SOMETHING COUNTRY

PLAY SOMETHING COUNTRY G. Smith (BMI) ———-//———- Play something country, Play something true; Play something bittersweet, Lonesome and blue. Play something heartfelt, As sad as can be, Play something country, And play it for me.

I’ve been in this city for too long, it seems; Chasing a future that’s killing my dreams. Hard work and money are bending my soul, And the joy of my youth has quickly grown old. So…

Play something country, Play something true; Play something bittersweet, Lonesome and blue. Play something heartfelt, As sad as can be, Play something country, And play it for me.

There’s a girl in Kentucky I knew long ago, How I got lucky I may never know; But I lost her hand when I played my last card, Though I got what I wanted, that getting was hard. Please…

Play something country, Play something true; Play something bittersweet, Lonesome and blue. Play something heartfelt, As sad as can be, Play something country, And play it for me.

Now I spend my evenings in this happy hour bar, With a view of the freeway and its rush-hour cars. I hear all those songs you play every night, All alone on that stage under red neon light. Could you…

Play something country, Play something true; Play something bittersweet, Lonesome and blue. Play something heartfelt, As sad as can be, Play something country, And play it for me.

Play something country And play it for me.

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PLAY THAT OLD SONG

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt is/was "Complete the Phrase: PLAY _____"

So here's what I played with...

PLAY THAT OLD SONG G. Smith (BMI) =•••=•••=•••=•••=•••=•••= Play that old song that we used to sing, Play that old song from back in the day, Play that old song that means only one thing, Play that old song, just play, play; Play that old song, please play.

Play that old song that once made us dance, Play that old song, and I’ll know what to say. Play that old song and give us a chance, Play that old song, just play, play; Play that old song, please play.

A few simple notes, A light melody, Will make all the difference, Listen, you’ll see.

Play that old song that will quiet my heart, Play that old song – I forgot how to pray. Play that old song so I don’t come apart; Play that old song, just play, play; Play that old song, please play.

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(This, and other daily prompts for November and weekly prompts the rest of the year, can be found on Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides (writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides)

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THE ONLY THING (I KNEW TO DO)

THE ONLY THING (I KNEW TO DO) G. Smith (BMI) ====[]==== I smiled the first time that I ever saw you, It's not like I really had a choice; Words escaped me, even if I'd managed, To catch my breath and somehow find my voice.

It was the only thing, That I knew to do, It was so natural, To fall in love in with you.

I danced the first time that you ever kissed me; It's not like I could keep my body still; My heart was racing ninety miles to nothing, Like a freight train running flat out down a hill.

It was the only thing, That I knew to do, It was so natural, To be in love with you.

My heart broke on the day I learned you'd left me, And it's not like I could hold back any tears; The emptiness was too big to imagine, But not large enough to hold all of my fears.

It was the only thing, That I knew to do; It's so unnatural, To find I don't have you; Unnatural, To find I don't have you. ====[]====

From the 2-fer-Tuesday 2016 NOVEMBER PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 15 prompt: NATURAL /UNNATURAL

(writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-15

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LIKE CLOCKWORK

LIKE CLOCKWORK G. Smith (BMI) ----//---- Like clockwork every morning, At the bottom of the ramp, Stands an old man with his shopping cart, From the overpass homeless camp.

His cardboard sign is lettered, With the simple words, "God bless," How he wound up on this corner, Is anybody's guess.

He shakes a cup and smiles, I smile back and wave, Wondering what happened to, The last dollar that I gave.

Turning left on Pollard, Driving down to the next light, I wonder where goes each day, Where he spends the night.

On green I head on into work, And go about my day; And shake a cup of my very own, Trying to make my pay.

Choosers can't be beggars, And beggars cannot choose, But if we all don't stop to think, All of us will lose.

Like clockwork every morning, At the bottom of the ramp, Stands an old man with a shopping cart, From the overpass homeless camp.

(The 11/13 PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt is write about a regular occurrence - and as I'm on Central time this week...)

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HIGH PLAINS TRAGEDY

HIGH PLAINS TRAGEDY G. Smith (BMI) =====€===== He rode hard and he rode lean, Where the air was crisp and wind blew clean. He rode alone across the plains, Through sun and heat and snows and rains. And the life he lived was the life he chose, And if he loved it, no one knows.

The code was clear, the code was true, It told him what he had to do. It shone bright as the noonday sun: Make a stand when when others run, Always do the thing that's right, Work your worth; don't force a fight.

It couldn't bend, it wouldn't break; It always asked how much he'd take. Those he loved didn't understand, How to love his kind of man.

He rode hard and he rode lean, Where the air was crisp and wind blew clean. He rode alone across the plains, Through sun and heat and snows and rains. And the life he lived was the life he chose, And if he loved it, no one knows.

***** From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, as the day 10 prompt in his 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge - TRAGIC (writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-nlvember-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-10)

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CALL ME ALWAYS

The 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 9 prompt was "Complete the phrase: CALL ME ____"

CALL ME ALWAYS G. Smith (BMI) ====#==== Call me if you ever feel alone, I’m always just as close as your telephone Tell me things you thin I should’ve known; Call me if you ever feel alone.

Call me if you’re ever feeling blue, You know I’ll always be around for you; Even if right now you don’t believe it’s true, Call me if you’re ever feeling blue.

Call me always, call me; Call me, always, call me; Call me always, call me; Call me, call me, always.

Call me if you ever need an ear, I’ll always have a shoulder for your tears, No matter where you are, know that I’ll be here; Call me if you ever need an ear. ***** The full prompt and more can be found at Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poet Asides (writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-9).

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ALWAYS

ALWAYS G. Smith (BMI) =||=||=||= In this world, Of constant sorrow, In this world, Of nonstop change, One thing’s unmoved, Every tomorrow, One thing always, Remains the same; Your Name, oh, Lord, Your Name. Your Name, oh, Lord, Your Name.

Winds blow cold, Rains pour down; The sea may run, Our boats aground. Nights will come, Sometimes with stars, But You will always, Be where we are; You will always, Be where we are.

The heat of day, The sun burns bright; The ground is parched, And yet there might, Spring forth new growth, From the dried out land; Always a blessing, From Your hand; Always a blessing, From Your open hand.

You know we try, You know we fail, And yet You took, Our every nail.

In this world, Of constant sorrow, In this world, Of nonstop change, One thing’s unmoved, Every tomorrow, One thing always, Remains the same; Your Name, oh, Lord, Your Name. Your Name, oh, Lord, Your Name. #=#=# Prompt from the Poetic Asides 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge - 2-fer Tuesday: • Change or • Non-Change (See the full prompt at writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-8)

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