Play Me Some Real Music

Where have all the Bass men gone

Those with deep lowdown voices

Sounding like echoes from a fifty-five gallon oil drum

Deep vibes rattling speakers and vibrating the floor?


Where are all the Baritone voices

with their rich celloed smooth tones

that entered deep into the souls of listeners?


Seems all we have these days are high pitched

parakeet voices singing in falsetto

lacking depth and sounding like untuned violins

singing so high it sounds like someone

is squeezing them just a little too tight.


Where are the real men who can sing four-part-harmony

With blends so sweet they sound like one voice

Take me back to men like Johnny Cash

and the Statler Brothers

To Tennessee Ernie Ford singing, “Big Bad John”

Songs from Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard,

and Kris Kristopherson…

and the Oak Ridge Boys and Alabama singing…

“Play Me Some Mountain Music…”


I long for real music once more

Music that stirs me deep down in my soul

Music with substance that actually says something,


Today at d’Verse we are doing stream of consciousness writing. This is something I really enjoy and do most of the time when I write. I was going to post a photo, but Word Press, for some reason, has switched me to this awful block style and I have not figured out how to load them. So all you get today is words!! Well I finally got a photo of my first guitar loaded. That was many years ago and I am still playing some!

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The Spirit of Christmas


When spirits join in perfect harmony
There is Peace
The joy of sharing one’s soul
Brings Balance
Spirits rise in joyful song
Experiencing Community
When spirits find joy in self-less giving
There is Gratitude
When God’s Spirit touches our spirit
There is Agape Love

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Posted on d’Verse for the prompt Spirit. We are to write a quadrille of only 44 words using any form of the word Spirit.  To me, soul and spirit are very hard to separate. Today I have looked at spirit from several different perspective.

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She Sings


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Though she cannot speak.
Halting words
“Hel-l l lo”
But as the music plays,
Oh… can she sing;
Every word plain and clear
smooth as jazz
she sings
a smile
across her face the words pour out
her soul
with a rhythm,
and yes,
with spoken words
clear and unchained;
For the stroke
did not
affect that side of the brain.


Photo: Dwight L. Roth


The Joy of Friendship

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Today, I am grateful for friendship. Over the years I have had some of the best friends anyone could ever want.  Friends come and go, but the feeling of connection is always there. In the photo above are two friends who live down the street. Danny is my age and is blind, and David lives right across the street from him. They both wanted me to teach them to play the guitar, so last January we started to get together twice a week.  We play and sing all of the old songs of our past. David learned very quickly, but Danny has taken longer due to his sight disability. We have adapted, by letting Danny play the home chord all the way through the songs, while David and I play all the chords. The clash of chords is not noticeable most of the time. We have great fun together.

Grateful for friendship

Young and old bring me much joy

Thanksgiving is here


Photo: Vera Payne

Today at d’Verse, Frank asked us to write a Haibun using a form of gratitude as our prompt. There are so many things in my life that I could be grateful for, but right up at the top is friendship. My connection between friends is second only to family.

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When It’s My Time

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When it’s my time // let it be a celebration
Not down and sorrowful;
A reminder of all the good things life offered
And the things I chose to accept.
Let it be filled with music and guitars
Singing the old songs that stirred my soul.
Make it a time to remember the good times;
Stories shared that warm the heart.
Celebrate my passing with joy and happiness;
Friends and family coming together as one
Finding strength, joy, and hope.
Let tears mingle with laughter and song;
Knowing that I had a great life
Filled with great family and friends.
As my spirit rises to join the Spirit of God, my creator,
Know that life goes on // both here and there.


Photo: Dwight L. Roth


Peace of Mind

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“What brings you peace of mind and cleanses your spirit?” This was our question for the d’Verse Poets Pub poetics this evening. For me it is not just one particular thing. I love sitting under the trees and watching nature hum all around me. Music soothes my soul, both listening and playing music on my guitar with others. I love going to the Nursing Home each week where I read stories and play music and sing with them. I always come away renewed! But, I have found that posting on my blog each day brings me the most peace of mind. If I have been busy all day, all that mind clutter goes away when I sit in my chair and begin writing a poem and finding a photo or two that I can add to it. Sometimes it is the other way around. If I have no particular inspiration, I look through my photo files and am always able to find inspiration. Connecting with all of you is most rewarding. It is not so much the likes on my posts, but the comments and personal interactions that make what I do here worthwhile. So, for that I say thank you for your support and encouragement.

Sharing thoughts with you
Connecting with such great friends
Brings joy to my soul

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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This Land…

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Today I was singing This Land Is Your Land with the residents of our local rest home. As we were singing this iconic song, I thought how ironic to be singing this at this time.  We have always been selective as to whom “your” refers to. With the immigration controversies of the past two weeks, I thought perhaps it would be good to reassess what we are singing compared to what we really believe.

Perhaps it is time to bring back the Folk Songs of the 60s to remind us of the importance of treating others with dignity and respect. Songs like Blowin’ in the Wind and Try a Little Kindness might do us some good in this era of harshness.

My apologies to Woodie Guthrie for butchering his wonderful song!

Is This Land My Land?
Is this land your land, Is this land my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulfstream waters
This land’s not yours, it’s just for me

As I was driving that ribbon of highway
I saw before me that endless sky way
I saw below me that golden valley
This land’s not yours, It’s just for me

The sun was shining and I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the cloud was lifting, a voice was crying
Is this land not made for you and me.

I roved and rambled and followed GPS steps
From the sparkling sands of her diamond desert
And all around me voices were sighing
Is this land’s not made for you and me?

…Yes //  this land is made for you and me!


Record Jacket: Bing photo

Frogs Will Soon Be Singing


 Frogs of Spring  

Shivering in the grip of winter

Avoiding the cold wind

I sit in my chair and remind myself

That soon this too will end


When the hoarfrost is gone

With the ever rising sun

The earth will thaw

The woods will ring

With a hauntingly familiar hum


A chorus of frogs

Singing their mating calls

Looking for one another

To celebrate the thaw


When I hear that song rising

In the cool clear air

I know spring is near

Flowers will soon be here


As frogs of spring shout out their joyous song

Joy springs in my heart

I know it won’t be long

Till with the frogs of spring

I too will sing along

With that symphony of joy by the woodland’s throng

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Music the Last to Go


I remember the first time I saw a stroke victim sing. It was quite a shock. I had taken my guitar to the rest home to sing some Folk Songs of the 1960s with the residents. One lady who could hardly tell me her name began singing clearly with me on This Land is Your Land. It was one of the most beautiful things I ever experienced. Speech and music come from different sides of the brain, so even though speech is difficult the singing ability is still there.

Music is the Last to Go

Musical vibes floating all around

Pushing the air beating our drums


Emotions of joy come pouring out

Raising our spirit making us shout

Coming from that spot in our brain

That touches our soul and keeps us sane


No matter what happens

Be it stroke or loss of speech

Music still flows

When talking’s out of reach


When it’s time to sing

We can sing every line

In rich melodic tones

Leaving all behind

Speechless in that moment

Wondering what just happened

Jaws drop in shock

As we sing with abandon


Musical speech unlocked in the brain

Music and talking ride a different train


In that gray matter that sometimes goes wrong

Our talking is slurred our conversations gone

Musical diction will still make us shout

From the very first note the words flow out

Bringing awe and wonder to all  who are about


Painting of Harmony Guitar -Dwight L. Roth