JUST BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T

The 4/20 Poem-A-Day prompt: UNSAID

So... It goes without saying...

JUST BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T G. Smith (BMI) #===#===#===# I'm up every morning, Well before dawn; Feed the dog, get the paper, Put the coffee pot on. When it's ready, she's up, And pours a cup of her own, Without speaking a word, Like she's home all alone. Then I'm off to work, I tell her, "Have a great day," "You, too," is about The only thing that she has to say.

I come in from work Sometimes she's not there; I chase the dog down from His favorite chair. When she gets in, she's tired, And worn out, And doesn't want to tell me What it's all about. When I tell her I love her, She just nods, and may choose, To respond with just two words, "You, too."

Just because she doesn't say it, Doesn't mean it's not so; We've been together long enough I guess she thinks that I know. Sometimes she's so quiet, It makes me wonder, even though, Just because she doesn't say it, Doesn't mean it's not so.

By nine-thirty its bed time, She's asleep before ten, No "Good night", no, " Sleep tight", Just quiet again. If it's unsaid, is it unheard, Is it assumed to be so? I know what I think, But it's still good to know. I get up every morning, Well before dawn; Feed the dog, get the paper, Then put the coffee pot on.

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COOL/UNCOOL

4/19 is a 2-fer-Tuesday prompt: COOL and/or UNCOOL

See if you recognize anybody in what follows.

COOL/UNCOOL G. Smith (BMI) ———-///———- Lamar had a Willys, an old army jeep, And AJ had a T-Bird he rebuilt with his dad; Scott had a Celica, Tom a TR-3, I drove a Vega, it was all that we had.

Chip’s hair was long, it hung over his ears, Chuck’s hair was longer than that; Dad was Navy, his lifetime career, Kept mine short and under a hat.

We spent half our time, Trying to be like Everybody else, And the other half, Just trying to be our selves; Trying to fit in, Trying to stand out; Trying to figure, What it’s all about.

Down by the river on a Friday night, Everybody but me; Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight, Something I didn’t see.

Nothing good happens after twelve o’clock, So I was home by ten; After eleven the doors were locked, I learned to not try that again.

We spent half our time, Trying to be like Everybody else, And the other half, Just trying to be our selves; Trying to fit in, Trying to stand out; Trying to figure, What it’s all about.

Lamar drives a Honda, like all the other commuters, AJ’s got his T-Bird under wraps; The gang from the riverside sits at computers, And that pyramid has long since collapsed. ***** Yup, you guessed it: writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides

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NO TIME OFF (FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR)

The Poem-A-Day prompt for 4/18 is OFFICE

NO TIME OFF (FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR) G. Smith (BMI) #===========# I get up, Before the sunrise, Pour a cup And wash the sleep out of my eyes, Take a shower, Then I shave, Within an hour, I'm on my way, please save me.

From serving nine to five without parole, Solitary in the hole, It sucks the life from your very soul, Serving nine to five without parole.

Monday morning, Staff meeting, Feels more like a, Staff beating. Forty hours, Every week; Cut off before I, Get to speak; Paperwork on top of Paperwork, It's nothing new to call The boss a jerk. The weekend comes, And then it's gone; Chores galore and that's, Just the lawn.

I'm serving nine to five without parole, Solitary in the hole, It sucks the life from your very soul, Serving nine to five without parole.

I remember Dad, Worked in the fields, Mom made him lunch, Not some microwave meal. They said, "Go to college "Get a job; "Anything, just don't "Steal or rob." So here I am, Doing time, Locked up for life without, Doing the crime.

I'm serving nine to five without parole, Solitary in the hole, It sucks the life from your very soul, Serving nine to five without parole.

(DISCLAIMER: I tend to enjoy my day job... Generally...)

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HAIKU

A response for the Poem-A-Day/International Haiku Day / 4/17 prompt... Not A haiku, obviously, but there are some in here... (Sort of, for those purists out there)

:-)

HAIKU G. Smith (BMI) ——¥—– I met her back in college, She’s with me to this day; We couldn’t be more different, In oh, so many ways.

I like reading westerns, Listening to Haggard and Jones; Fishing whenever the water is wet, And being with her, alone.

And she likes haiku Sings along with Dave Matthews And says, “I love you.”

I like dogs and onion rings, And dogs out in the woods; I really want the Dawgs to win, Even when they aren’t that good.

I like reading the sports page Watching James Bond do his thing; And I don’t know what I’d do without her, That’s why I gave her a ring.

And she likes senryu, Gone With The Wind and tofu And says, “I love you.”

How did I get so lucky? It’s one thing I can’t see; She could have had anyone anywhere, Why did she choose me?

And she likes haiku, This knucklehead through and through, Tells me, “I love you.”

I tell her that, too; Don’t know what else I can do, “Baby, I love you.”

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THE VARSITY

The 4/16 prompt: a restaurant

THE VARSITY (c) 2016 G. Smith (BMI) -------------- Whataya have? Whataya have? The counterman sings. Chillidog, an F. O. And an order of rings.

Whataya have? Whataya have? The counterman hollers. A medium Coke and P.C. For a couple of dollars.

Walk one naked dog, Add an order of fries, Chili-steak, grilled pimento cheese, And two of those fried apple pies.

Whataya have? Whataya have? The counterman chants? If I eat any more, I'll need a new pair of pants. If I eat any more, I'll need a new pair of pants.

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Bon appetite~!!!

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WRITE YOU A SONG

The Tax-day (4/15) Poem-A-Day prompt is choose and use at least four of the following eight words: flat ring lavish vessel paper blacklist gaudy tooth

I managed to sneak in all 8...

WRITE YOU A SONG G. Smith (BMI) ------------------------ I'm on your blacklist, And I don't know why; Can I make things right? You say, "Don't even try." An honest mistake? Please tell me the truth; Is this an eye-for-an-eye And a tooth-for-a-tooth?

Just give me a pen and some paper, And I will write you a song; To correct whatever you think it is, That I could have ever done wrong. Sure, it's just a vessel that carries my heart, Nothing lavish or gaudy, Just a plain, simple start.

You know I'm flat busted, Without you at my side, And I thought you said, That you'd be my bride; But it doesn't matter now; Doesn't mean anything, That I gave up my old life, And I gave you ring?

If you'll give me a pen and some paper, Then I will write you a song; To correct whatever you think it is, That I could have ever done wrong. Sure, it's just a vessel that carries my heart, Nothing lavish or gaudy, Just a plain, simple start. Nothing lavish or gaudy, Just a plain, simple start.

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TIMEOUT

The 4/14 Poem-A-Day prompt is TIMEOUT...

So I took one and offer this for your dining and dancing pleasure...

TIMEOUT G. Smith (BMI) •••••••••••••••••••• Timeout, let's take a break, Before we make ourselves a big mistake, Timeout, let's take a breath, And not turn this into life or death; It was a silly little nothing when it started, But it could grow into us being Broken hearted; Before it causes either of us doubts; Timeout.

Timeout, don't say a word, Think of what i said and not just what you heard; Timeout, let's take a seat and, Stop before this argument Turns into a beatin'. It was just a simple misunderstanding But it could very quickly start expanding, What is all this ruckus all about? Timeout.

Let's not get bat-crazy, Let's not go hog wild, Let's not pitch a fit Like some two year old child; Let's stay calm and collected, Let's not make a face and pout, Timeout, Baby, timeout

Timeout, let's take a pill, Let's let cooler heads prevail and just chill; Timeout, its not too late, To count to ten a time or two and wait. You can't recall the words once they've been said, And I don't want regrets bouncing 'round inside my head; Ain't no call to holler, scream, or shout, Timeout.

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LAST LAST TIME

Day 13 in the continuing April Poem-A-Day challenge: fill I the blank: LAST _______

LAST LAST TIME G. Smith (BMI) ---------//--------- I woke up worn out and stared at my coffee, Tried to make sense of the rest of my day; More of the same old same old awaits me, I sighed and decided that this ain't the way.

So far behind I think in first place, Trying to catch up is nothing new; Tired of being the last rat in the rat race, I've done it before at least a time or two.

So this is the, Last last time I start over again, The last last time I decide to begin; The last last time I say this is the end, The last last time I start over again.

I woke up and realized I'd slipped yet one more time, Backsliding back to the same old routine; I had to face facts, while it wasn't a major crime, I had to find a new change of scene.

Sure it's never too late to give it a shot, Never tio late to say I tried and failed; Never too late to realize what I've got, Never too late to drive that last nail.

So this is the, Last last time I start over again, The last last time I decide to begin; The last last time I say this is the end, The last last time I start over again.

I woke up alone an knew that I'd blown it, I'd chased love away like so often before; There wasn't a doubt, I might as well own it, As I sat and I stared at the half-open door.

So this is the, Last last time I start over again, The last last time I decide to begin; The last last time I say this is the end, The last last time I start over again. The last last time I start over again.

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HE SINGS SILLY SONGS

HE SINGS SILLY SONGS (c) 2016 - G. Smith (BMI) =========€========= He sings silly songs, To move his days along, Riding fences, The words are senseless, But he sings loud and strong.

He hums a merry melody, Though he doesn't know the key, Herding cattle, In the saddle, Is a long way from middle C.

He sings, "Hey, little doggies, "Come hither come quick, "There's a rabbit in the loggies, "And he knows the trick, "How to run through the brambles "And hop through the briars, "How to zig-zag and scramble, "Over all the barbed wires."

He starts at dark thirty, When the sunrise is pretty, Dew on the grass, The light rising fast, He's already singing his ditty.

He doesn't know sharp from flat, He just puts on his Stetson hat, Pulls on his coat, And picks out note; It's as simple as that.

He sings to the hills, To the trees and the sky, He sings to the birds, and picks out the words, That won't make him cry That won't make him cry.

He sings, "Morning, Mr. Robin, "Howdy do, Mr. Sun; "Here's thread and a bobbin "Let's sew up some fun. "Afternoon Sister Raincloud, "Evening Brother Moon, "Let me know if I'm too loud, "I'll be sleeping here soon."

He sings silly songs, To move his days along; Riding fences, The words are senseless.

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THIN-SKINNED

The 4/11 prompt for the Poem-A-Day Challenge is write about something DEFENSIVE.

Hope this doesn't OFFEND~

THIN-SKINNED G. Smith (BMI) ------------------------- You seem pretty thin-skinned to me, You seem pretty thin-skinned to me; It's a stone cold fact, The way you react; You seem pretty thin-skinned to me.

You always have a reason or two, You always have a reason or two; No matter what I say to you, About the silly things you do You always have a reason or two.

How come you're never to blame? How come you're never to blame? You wiggle and squirm, Like it's some kinda game, How come you're never to blame?

You always have a ready excuse; You always have a ready excuse; You might as well admit it, Denial will be no use; You always a ready excuse.

You seem pretty thin-skinned to me, You seem pretty thin-skinned to me; You say I'm always on your back And feel you're always under attack? Well you seem pretty thin-skinned to me.

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