Writing-NaNoWriMo

Tho it's been a while since I've posed, it's not to mean that I haven't been busy.

Speaking of busy, have all you writers signed up for NaNoWriMo? It's coming up in just a few days-November 1, 2011. If you're wondering what NaNoWriMo is let me tell you. It's a time, set aside every November 1, where writers and "wanna be" writers take the month to dedicate to writing a book in that month. Don't worry, your writings don't need to be ready to send to press. It's just a matter of sitting down and dedicating time to getting your thoughts on paper. You'll have eleven months to work on editing and revising your works. But, sit down and write SOMETHING.

I've signed up for the past two years, but I've failed miserably on doing my part. But, this year, I have a strong determination not to cheat myself. Even though I have a lot of other things going on in my life, I will sit down and write sometime every single day to go towards writing something new. That's right! Your writings, during NaNoWriMo must be something new that you haven't already been working on. I believe that one of the purposes of this is to give us another new book to work on completing. This year, I have no idea what I'm going to work on, but I'm hoping it'll be a doozie. I've got three more days to think about it and then start writing on the fourth.

Who's going to join me in the NaNoWriMo challenge? Please leave a comment if you are.

Inner Self
Copyrighted January 14, 2000 by Beverly L. Roller
Re-Copyrighted October 1, 2002 by Beverly L. Elrod

The ship rocks, from side to side,
heaving the passengers awaiting the tide.
It lurches up and then down to the sea.
Die everybody! Be as miserable as me!

Am I the ship or am I the Ocean?
Am I the wind; which takes such a notion,
as to blow the clouds and start the storm,
tossing the vagabonds, all forlorn?

This is my world and I’ll be darned
if anyone will cross me without being harmed.
I’ll not bat an eye or shed a tear,
as I kill the little people full of fear.

I’ve been pained for too long to care.
Misery is what these people will share.
I’ll let my anger and hatred go,
while they all sink to the depths below.

I don’t have to try and behave.
They’ll die with the water as their grave.
Then I’ll sit back with the biggest grin.
I am death. I have work to begin.

One Drop
Song-Copyrighted by Beverly Roller Elrod

I didn’t have to be there
When they crucified my savior.
I’d heard about how
He died upon that tree.
He shed his blood
So man could be forgiven.
And I know that he left
One drop up there for me.

I didn’t ask it,
But he gave it,
One drop in reserve
And it’s mine.
There’s one for you.
Claim it, if you want to.
One drop in reserve
All this time.

It’s been on that tree
Down through the ages.
I only need to accept
That Jesus died for me.
When he shed his blood
The Holy curtain was torn,
Which opened up my way to God
Years ago, on Calvary.

I didn’t ask it,
But he gave it,
One drop in reserve
And it’s mine.
There’s one for you.
Claim it, if you want to.
One drop in reserve
All this time.

THE CARPENTERS’ CROWN
Song-Copyrighted 2001 by Beverly L. Elrod

He left his heavenly home
to make this world ‘his own’;
leaving behind a spiritual throne,
to take up a carpenters’ crown.

From soft white robes to rough cloth rags.
From a scepter to a hammer.
He came down to do God’s will.
Our salvation he was after.

He was a carpenter as a child.
They knew him from that start.
They couldn’t get past his callused hands
to see the hardness of their own hearts.

But when he died upon that tree
and he looked around;
all could see the ring of thorns
where once was a carpenters’ crown.

From soft white robes to rough cloth rags.
From a scepter to a hammer,
He came down to do God’s will.
Our salvation he was after.

Now, he sits at his Fathers’ side-
Knowing what he must do.
He awaits God’s judgment day
watching over me and you.

He’ll be there, in his ‘Heavenly’ chair.
And, when he looks around,
all will see the kingly jewels
where once was a carpenters’ crown.

From soft white robes to rough cloth rags.
From a scepter to a hammer
He came down to do God’s will.
Our salvation he was after.

He left his heavenly home
to make this world his own;
leaving behind a spiritual throne
to take up a carpenters crown.

Have you seen…
the carpenters’ crown?

TRUCKSTOP ANGEL
Poem-Copyrighted July20, 2000 by Beverly L Roller
Poem-Copyrighted October 1, 2002 by Beverly L Elrod

Tonight I met an angel.

No, he didn’t give his name.
But I’m sure he was an angel,

just the same.

I had parked at a truck stop

so I could get some sleep.
I didn’t hear a knock on my door.

I didn’t hear a sound or a peep.

My puppies’ barking finally woke me.

I heard them through my haze.
Looking out my front window,

I met the strangers’ gaze.

He didn’t look like a trucker;

though he had a kindly face.
All cleaned up, in a dress shirt,

and carrying a brief case.

I rolled down my window;

while I kept my dogs at bay.
He woke me up, so it had better be good;

what this stranger had to say.

“Your front wheel is loose!”

He pointed, to the trailer, as he talked.
“You’d better fix it.

Your tire’s about to fall off!”

I checked it out in my mirrors,

but everything looked the same.
So, crawling back in bed,

I decided he was insane.

But, as I lay there, I thought of the front axle work

done the other day;
of all the brakes, the drum, the seals, the studs

and nuts I’d had replaced.

Jumping up and putting on my shoes,

I decided to check it out.
He may be right. It may be loose,

but I’d see what it was about.

Everything was in place:

No rust around the lugs, though there’d been rain.
Yep! That settled it!

The man was definitely insane.

Then, on impulse, I bent to the tire,

to see what could be learned,
and placing my hand on the first lug nut;

to my amazement, it turned.

Oh my God! How did he know?

He had no power tool.
How could he? Why would he, or did he,

this man I thought a fool?

The driver parked next to me,

who’d been there all along,
said he’d waved to the man as he passed,

and then the stranger was gone.
　
Returning to where the work had been done,

just a short distance away,
the mechanic tightened all the nuts.

Three, on each side were loose that day.

So, when you’re awakened from a dead sleep,

think of the story I’ve had to tell.
You might be the next one to meet

your very own truck stop angel.

THE KIDS SONG
Song-Copyrighted by Beverly L Elrod 1980

I’ve got you and you’ve got me
Whoa--ee, whoa--ee
You’ve got me and I’ve got you
Whoa-oo, whoa-oo

Mamma’s got her babies
Babies got their mamma
And we’re happy as we can be
And that’s the way things really oughta be.

Oh yea! Oh yea!

　
D.J. is the oldest.
He was born on Christmas eve.
David is the youngest.
And, he’s not too pleased.

Andrea is the only girl
that her mamma ever had.

We’ve all got our problems,
but they’re not that bad.

As long as…..

　
I’ve got you and you’ve got me.
Whoa--ee, whoa--ee
You’ve got me and I’ve got you.

Whoa-oo, who-ee

Mamma’s got her babies.
Babies got their mamma.
And, we’re happy; as you can see.
And, that’s the way things really oughta be.

Oh yea!
Oh Yea!

Welcome

I'm so glad that you dropped by to check out my new blog. For those who know me and have seen my other five blogs, I hope you'll enjoy this one just as well.

I've been writing since I was in elementary school. My high school teacher encouraged me to write short stories. My college teacher encouraged me to write everything. By the time I was grown and married, my children loved the songs that wrote; especially the ones that I wrote about them.

I have such a busy life (even after retiring) so don't expect me to fill up the pages right away. But, I'll be adding them as I can. I hope that you'll enjoy them.