Original Poetry and Music – mountainbreakfast

A Poem and Two Songs

The two short pieces that follow are a new sound for me, discovered, of course, by accident, making a guitar type picking style with with an added piano for the lead lines, which are also accidental. Love those happy accidents.

Theme 232

Theme 231

Remembering Trump

Theme 227- Ramblin’ On

New Music and Poetry

Just this once, if you enjoy any of this original verse and music, drop a comment with your state or country. I get thousands of “downloads” of music from the U.S. and many other countries, but I’d love to know where some of you are.

For you folks who like the old-fashioned in poetry, I offer a verse in regular meter and rhyme. For you who prefer playing tennis with the net down, I also post a free verse model. Both are about ancient stories and law, good old philosophy.

For music I’ve added a couple older pieces that I’ve revised, and a new one that, thank goodness, is only 39 seconds long.

Good old Theme 38

And Theme 36, which I call “Sweetness.”

New, Theme 175

And, for the form-challenged…

Two New Songs

Theme 124:

Theme 128:

Poems and Songs

A couple of new poems and songs from June and July 2020, courtesy of Covid-19.

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Good old Theme 122:

And Theme 123: This one actually makes me laugh in the middle.

Why Mountain Breakfast?

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.