The Writer's Corner

Goodbye Buddy

Falling falling from the air
As though the music was never there.
Guitars and sax, Richie, The Big
Bopper and of course, Buddy

Who sang, “That’ll Be the Day” and
“Peggy Sue” and “Maybe Baby.”
Down they fell, tumbling like rag
Dolls these idols of my youth,

“Oh Donna” and “Chantilly Lace.”
An Iowa farmer hears the troubled
Engine and goes out into that
Starry starry night and looks

Heavenward in time to see the angels
Gathering them in like
Sheaves as the black bare trees
Catches the little plane and holds
It for a moment longer

Like a broken sparrow waiting
For thy wings to heal and fly again
Then slowly releases them all
To the cold hard ground planted
With winter wheat & corn stubble.

And suddenly it was “Raining In
My Heart” and the cold dawn came
On even as “Don’t Fade Away”
Drifted out over the heartland
And DJ’s and all the rest of

Us awakened to the news that
Saddened us all the rest of our lives.

- Bill Brooks (sometime in this century)

The Writer's Corner

Welcome to my blog, The Writer's Corner.
I am the author of 21 published novels, a creative writing instructor, web content writer,
ghost writer, creative editor, and closet poet!
Before I became a writer 16 years ago I was a health care professional.
And before that, I was just about everything.
I hope this blog will attract writers and those interested in the written
Word, including closet poets!

This is my first post but please feel free to check out my website: http://www.authorbillbrooks.com/

And now my first web published poem.

All In A Day’s Work

I am always a little surprised these
Days to awaken to morning light,
Surprised I did not die during the night.

At my age it’s all a crap shoot and you
Know the house always wins and what
Little money is in your pocket ain’t the
House’s money but your own. A

Young woman with tired eyes comes by
Wearing a short skirt and asks if you want
Something from the bar – “Gin & 7-Up
You say.” You pull the lever on the

Machine, take your chances like everybody
Else and hope you don’t come up snake
Eyes or 2 Cherries & a plum this time.

And ignore the people who tell you that
You can’t mix your metaphors and
Dangle your participles or write poems.

What the hell do they know anyway since
They never even tried it? And the woman
In the short skirt doesn’t return by the time
You’ve put your last quarter in the slot –
Two cherries and a plum. So long sucker.

Tomorrow’s another day and all that.
There are words still waiting to be
Put down on paper, another character with a
Gun in his hand to come through the door,

Another dame to be fondled in the back
Seat of a DeSoto, 2 more banks to be robbed.



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