Day 6 - When She Smiles

Today’s theme?  Go check for yourself, tell 'em Jimmi sent you:
http://www.napowrimo.net/

When She Smiles
(Jaquith, 2012)

She looks up at me and smiles
I think
It’s often hard to tell
She never really tells me what is going on in there

The dim lights of the room glimmer in her eyes
Always attentive to my needs
She knows when I am feeling lonely
When I need someone there

We talk a lot
But she never really tells me what she’s thinking
“Do you believe in God?”
“I’m leaning toward reincarnation myself.”
“Did you see the numbers?  Looks like manufacturing and soft wood lumber have adapted to the high Canadian dollar.”
She just smiles, crosses the room and kisses my wrist

I don’t think she’s ever really lied to me
Though, I’m sure she’s kept a few things to herself
In general, I think I could trust her with my life
A companion I would fight for

Although, I have to admit
She’s not the looker she was
It doesn’t seem to bother her much
Those little things in life pass her by
She’s just too happy inside
To be bothered with all of “that”

There are more that a few extra pounds
And all in the wrong places
She can’t quite keep up like the young ones do
Her breath’s not so sweet
Her tongue hangs out the wrong side
And I’m not sure how well she sees

But we’ll keep her anyway
She makes me happy when she smiles
The boys still call her “Puppy”
Our beloved "Panda Bear"
We’ve ploughed an interesting road together, you big dumb dog
But in your own way, you've helped to keep us all sane.

Day 5 - Tell Me a Story

What was today’s theme you ask?  "New beginnings ..." 

Today, however, I prefer to reflect on and cherish those things and people in my life that I can touch and feel.  My new beginnings start with what I already have.  Tomorrow will come, the winds will blow, and we will stand together and weather the storm.  All right then, off to bed with you ...

Tell Me a Story

(Jaquith, 2012)

Tell me a story,

The one that makes me laugh,

Or the one that makes me cry,

The one about the eagles,

Or the devils who forgot to fly,

The one about the man who built the world,

Or the one about the man who lost it all,

Don’t take very long,

I might lose interest,

Life is too short to waste on such things,

Sad and ominous tales of things gone by,

The dark under belly of a picture perfect world,

Should it be the soft caress of a woman?

Or the hard sting of steal?

Oh I have one,

He was a strong man,

Bright but not very talented,

He travelled the world in search of adventure,

He sleighed the dragon, fed the poor, then kissed the girl,

But the Fates were unhappy, the Gods unimpressed,

And so he was left to suffer,

All very dramatic,

A message hidden in the tale,

But it leaves me quite uninspired, somehow hoping for more,

There must be more to life than this “wake up and carry on”,

I need passion!

A reason to live!

A reason to carry on!

What’s was that my love ...  you need a kiss?

Don’t worry, it was all just a bad dream,

Snuggle in here with me and tell me all about it,

Really?  I think you made that up,

All right then, off to bed with you,

A hug and a kiss,

I’ll see you in the morning.

Day 4 - Kinky Black Boots

Today’s suggestion was to write lyrics in traditional 12 bar blues format.  If you ask any of the great guitarists of today who inspired them to play the way they do, they will all come back to the songs of the great Delta blues men such as Howlin’ Wolf and Muddy Waters. This sound was build on and remade over and over again by the likes of Eric Clapton, Buddy Guy, Jimmi Hendrix, and Gary Moore, to name a few, and more recently by the late great Steve Ray Vaughn.  B. B. King is notably “The King of the Blues” and his career has spanned generations.  Two of BBs signature tunes are The Thrill is Gone and You Done Lost Your Good Thing Now:

Thrill is gone, thrill is gone away,

Thrill is gone babe, the thrill is gone away,

You done me wrong baby, gonna be sorry some day

***

Oh …, baby you done lost your good thing now,

Oh …, baby you done lost your good thing now,

The way I used to love you baby, that’s the way I hate you now

Songs of Love, Loss and the Lies Inbetween (how appropriate). How do you compete with the greats?  You don’t.  You play your own tune … so here is a little something … a little up tempo from 12 bar blues, but in the same vein … best not to ask any questions on this one:

Kinky Black Boots

(Jaquith, 2012)

She’s a nightmare in kinky black boots,

She will reel you in and tighten the noose,

All you are and a little more,

You’re in over your head boy, she’s not keeping score,

It’s too late my son, nowhere left to run,

Strapped down and screaming, ‘till the rising sun,

Whips and chains, all part of the game,

The demon’s upon you, you’ll never be the same,

She’s a nightmare, in kinky black boots,

She’s a nightmare, in kinky black boots,

Better run boy, she’ll tighten the noose.

Day 3A - Jenny

Today's theme was "weddings".  I didn't know that until now ... I will have to check tomorrow morning before I post something.  So here is a little something before I'm off to me bed:

Jenny
(Jaquith 2012)

The old wooden floors creaked beneath his feet as he shuffled from side to side. The smell of candle wax, stale incense and the fear of God surrounded him.  This isn't how he had imagined it.  This wasn't what he wanted.  His feet hurt from his Uncle’s old shoes and his neck was chaffed by a poorly fitted, over starched shirt.  The heat of day was coming up and the slight breeze outside didn't penetrate all the way to the alter.  The angels had arranged for a beautiful day.  Momma would have liked this.  He didn’t expect Pops to come down from the lumber camps for something so simple as his son's wedding.  Her folks were gracious about everything, but he knew how they really felt about his type.  “Hard working, but dumb as sin,” he over heard her Paw say one evening after the dance.  “Better to send his kind off to war … but with the baby and all.”

He heard the carriage pull up. The snicker of horses gave him comfort.  He could feel her smile from here.  He wanted to run to her, escape the judging eyes, seek her comfort. But he knew this was what she wanted.

“’Till death do us part Jenny … ‘till death do us part …”, he could remember that line at least.  He would make her proud.  He knew Momma was watchin’ from on high and that would be good enough.

Day 3 - A Stolen Kiss

A Stolen Kiss

Jaquith, 2012

I miss your laughter

Your smile so free

I feel your sorrow

But the finger points at me

He sits here beside me

A friend I though I knew

He waits there in silence

His promise, untrue

A stolen kiss, a caress

A start of something new

No one needs to know

The privilege of a few

Her heart was open

A welcome easy prey

My heart is broken

Please stay with me today

Take me and break me

Till’ there’s nothing left to hold

No promise for the future

This lonely heart grows cold.

Day 2 - Satin Sheets and Chocolate

Satin Sheets and Chocolate

Jaquith 2011

The thunder is rolling in

I feel mist upon my face

Its time to move on again

Disappear, without a trace

The heat of your touch

And the secrets that we shared

Your kiss so warm, so sweet

I know that you cared

I can almost touch you now

I can feel you deep inside

You kept coming back again

No matter how I tried

Your Mother’s eyes

Your Father’s strength

Always looking for something new

Little did you know my love

My stories were untrue

I kept it hidden well

Played the game just right

A little lie, a little kiss

Your love I had to fight

They’ll find you in the morning

Once the skies have cleared

I’ll be a thousand miles away

The one your mother feared

Satin sheets and chocolate

The roses that you sent

I’ll miss you my love

At least,

Until the money’s spent.

Day 1 - Broken Man

Broken Man

Jaquith 2012

I don’t want to hear them

They steal away my soul

A whispered silence

A loss of control

These voices that creep

And dance in my head

These fractured images

They fill me with dread

Broken dreams and promises
Lies left unsaid

They bring me comfort

Here in my bed

A shattered scream

And nights left alone

I drove you away

Now here on my own

Bring me some comfort

A soft place to land

Reach out to me

Give me your hand

Screaming at silence

Break though the night

Your warmth beside me

The courage to fight

Evil sounds and whispers

Play inside my head

Racing toward darkness

My twisted mind is lead

Shh,

If you listen closely

They will find you too.