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I have been away from Medium.

I have been looking for a new career, interviewing for jobs, writing and recording songs, drinking IPAs, chilling with my family.

So, I have…


a poem about the morning ritual of the would-be

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the HVAC hums
the ears of the human standing there
at the stand-up desk
(a stand-up guy?)
ring slightly for no good reason
except those things that happen
as days turn into fifty years or more

the clicking of the fingers on the keys
type type letters to words to phrases
<enter>
no! <backspace><backspace><backspace>

is this a way to spend a morning?
a grown-ass man
trying to find an object that somehow
can express in that mysterious way
(too damned mysterious!)
what for some just as mysterious reasons
needs to be expressed

there’s the guitar just to the left visible…


A song poem about first love.

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They met at a friend’s house.
Actually, it was a trailer.
She was so cute and full of life.
He was happy to have met her.

She knew a lot more than he did.
Hell, he didn’t know anything.
He’d only ever kissed one other girl.
But she still liked him anyway.

She was the first,
but not the last.
She wasn’t bad,
just not the best.

When she answered the telephone
she’d always say, “This is she.”
That really impressed him.
She was smarter than she had to be.

She had a poor reputation. He found it out much…


Creating your strength has benefits for all areas of life.

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A Common Scene

You get up one morning and notice that your knee hurts or your back or your elbow. It seems like something is always hurting these days. After you drag yourself out of bed and into the bathroom for a shower, you catch a glimpse of yourself naked in the mirror. Reality hits home and you say:

“Whoa. I need to get in shape.”

The first step, always, is to admit that you have a problem.

And this is the way, more or less, that it happened to me. So I decided to get in shape. This was a choice. It…


If you can write a poem, you can probably write a song.

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“Songwriting is a very mysterious thing. It’s 10% talent, 90% confidence, and 100% luck.” — Mike Campbell

A poem becomes a song

I wrote a poem. It was the kind of poem that rhymes and has a certain rhythm to the words and phrases. After several revisions, and through the process of reading the poem aloud to myself, I thought: “This could be a song.”

So I added music to the poem. Then I felt it needed more of a “hook,” so I wrote a chorus that would be repeated a couple of times. After several hours work, voilà: I had written a song. …


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A poem about persistence.


A song poem that, ironically enough, is not really about waffles

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I’m so happy,
on top of the world.
Got my best friends
and my best girl.

Maybe someday
we’ll meet that sad guy again.
But until that day
let’s just pretend.

Tell me some good news.
Sing that sappy song.
I’ll make you some waffles
like nothing’s wrong because …

I’m so happy,
on top of the world.
Got my best friends
and my best girl.

Maybe someday
we’ll meet that sad guy again.
But until that day
let’s just pretend.

Let’s go for a walk,
sustain this friendly mood.
Remember those waffles
I made for you?
Weren’t they good?

Stephen Ray Brown

Philosophical Raconteur | Amateur Expert / Expert Amateur | Songster

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