Working with Lyrical Grammar Fuel: 1980s Harder Rock (Part 4) "Deck of Cards (Game of Chance)" by Ken Wickham

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These song lyrics are a work of fiction written for poetry purposes. There are no current music attached to the lyrics. The fictional character Lightning Fast Eddie and the entire song Deck of Cards (Game of Chance) is entirely fictional created randomly in exercise #1 and in a freewriting in exercise #2 during Poetry Appreciation Month. Any resemblance to any other work is purely coincidental.

I'm removing a line that I don't like.

You sent me a card each year. 

With the remaining words created in the freewriting exercise. I'll bring everything else together into a long initial rough draft divided into verses, chorus, and bridges. It's long—a 4 verse song— but it's just a rough draft.

Working Title of hard rock song: "Deck of Cards (Game of Chance)"

By Ken Wickham (for fictional character Lightning Fast Eddie™) © 2021 All rights reserved.

Verse 1

What's left to do? I left it all behind. 

It's all left unsaid. Left that town far behind. 

Left you in my dust. 

Left with nothing but the cards that I've been dealt.

Chorus

When I play my cards, I win. 

Shuffling cards is a game of chance.

In my hand a deck of cards for the game. 

My ace card is ready, I'm ready to play.

Verse 2

Despised theft, not a chance, never trustin' a troll.

Blast that one on his ass. Never good, never real.

Outlast the stealer of souls—an outcast.

Blew it all very fast, on the last one to stare.

Chorus

When I play my cards, I win. 

Shuffling cards is a game of chance.

In my hand a deck of cards for the game. 

My ace card is ready, I'm ready to play.

Bridge

The past moments—past times. 

The past good times and rides. 

In a past life, I've flown. 

It's past time for a change.

Verse 3

Never a moment to spare. 

Never low, never there. 

We can never reach the other side of the world. 

We never left our cards from our past life.

Chorus

When I play my cards, I win. 

Shuffling cards is a game of chance.

In my hand a deck of cards for the game. 

My ace card is ready, I'm ready to play.

Bridge

Whoever left a heart once blind, past times unaware.

In one regard, the past is the future, never left answered prayer.

Guard the chance of one moment.

Verse 4

Ever present, never there. 

However, you dare to share. 

Whenever we reach for that moment, 

a moment to care.

Chorus

When I play my cards, I win. 

Shuffling cards is a game of chance.

In my hand a deck of cards for the game. 

My ace card is ready, I'm ready to play.

The silence raises the night from the first to the last.

Working with Lyrical Grammar Fuel: 1980s Harder Rock (Part 3) Lightning Fast Eddie™

 

Fictional Hard Rock Character to trademark some lyrical poetry.

It might be fun to bring another fictional element to this activity. 

To help structure this song's rough draft I'll create a fictional hard-rock character that this song will be linked with that might become a collection of rock lyrics that I might make. 

Hard Rocker Stage Name: Lightning Fast Eddie

So, my brand of rock-lyric poetry is Lightning Fast Eddie™

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Through the first song and possibly additional song lyrics, I might flesh out who the fictional rocker character is.

Working with Lyrical Grammar Fuel: 1980s Harder Rock (Part 1)

Today, I feel like trying to write some lyrics for poetry month. I'll just start today by working on some random word stuff. I'll freewrite another day.

I'll be using the Lyrical Grammar Fuel: 1980s Harder Rock, which I published which has random noun, verb, adjective, and adverb tables based on common lyrics between 55 major songs.

The songs were primarily major hard rock, heavy metal, and a little punk-rock songs in the 80s.

Poetry steps to turning a random set of words into poetry.

#1 Rolling for random words.

roll for a noun = 108 = card 

roll for a verb = 481 = left

roll for an adjective = 74 =  past

roll for an adverb = 60 = never

roll for interjection = 17 = welcome

How they were used in the 55 songs referenced.

In the 55 song lyrics, two songs have the word card in it. And both refer to the ace card.

In the 55 song lyrics, 13 songs have the word left in it. Most of the verb use means remains or leave.

In the 55 song lyrics, one song uses the word past as an adjective rather than a noun. It is used as the noun phrase "my past life" in the song "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden.

In the 55 song lyrics, one song uses the word welcome. It is "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses.

#2 Dictionary exploration.

A card, as a noun, means a flat stiff paper, cardboard, or plastic. 

1. a greeting card.
2. a postcard
3. an ID card
4. a sports card
5. a business card
6. a magnetic card
7. a recording card for info
8. a playing card
9. a program for sports event
10. a menu
11. a circuit board

Left a verb means the following:

1. gone out of or away from.
2. omitted
3. excluded
4. result
5. remained
6. gave control to another
7. abandoned
8. permitted to remain

Past as an adjective means no longer current.

1. gone
2. over
3. former
4. time immediately preceding the present one
5. belonging to a segment of time that has elapsed

Never means at no occasion.

1. not ever
2. at no time
3. not at all
4. in no way
5. absolutely not
6. certainly not
7. by no means
8. in no case
9. to no extent or degree

Welcome is used to greet or receive someone or accept something gladly.

#3 Some of the rhyming words found in Rhyming Fuel

#342 never = clever, ever, never, sever, assever, dissever, endeavor, however, whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, whatsoever.

#166 card = card, guard, regard, disregard

#263 left,= left, theft, weft, bereft, deft, heft, stage left

#194 past = past, cast, last, blast, mast, vast, fast, aghast, asked, at last, outlast, outcast, 

I didn't rhyme anything with the word welcome.

This is enough for today. The next post may be freewriting.

Get out there this month and write some poetry or music!

Learning about Poetry (part 11): distant Conceptional to more touchable, Tangible

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Based on the prior day\s poetic lines, in this exercise, I’ll try to fish out a few more abstract—but seemingly important—and add on or replace the words with more tangible groups of words.

To make things more brief, let's just focus on three sentences.

1. Sanctuary.

There outside my sanctuary, covered by showering-mist rainy, wet dusk.

secured sanctuary, my house,

There outside my secured sanctuary, my house, covered by showering-mist rainy, wet dusk.

2. Hurt

Hurt and lusk,

unmoving, sunken deep,

almost under, on a reclining sofa.

Wound bleeding-broken bone-hurt

Wound bleeding, broken bone—hurt and lusk,

unmoving, sunken deep

almost under, on a reclining sofa.

Don’t touch.

3. Far

Gone far from my familiarity,

away from my home by final, unstoppable dusk.

eight hundred miles

Gone eight hundred miles from my familiarity,

away from my home,

divided by final, unstoppable dusk.

That was fun. In the next poetry post, I think I might want to focus on figurative language.

Learning about Poetry (part 10): Vague to Detail

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In the last poetry post, sensory words and images were added to the researched set of rhymes in order to make the sentences more visceral. Here is the result so far.

I heard the bombastic busk,

blasting echoes in the city dusk.
"Don't be brusque!" I said to the one most abrupt.

A heavy scent of lingering fresh musk.

Beads of sweat on skin forming an aromatic musk.

Eating fishy cusk and crunchy rusk.

There by rainy, wet dusk.

The slippery sliding and gliding slimy mollusk.

Protruding sharp and long, like fangs

impaled deep and deadly the tusk.

I'm just an empty dried husk,

of my ancient former self.

Hurt and lusk, unmoving, sunken in a sofa.

From bright noon to darkening dusk.

A single undulating foot of a dark shelled mollusk.

Gone far by final dusk.

This exercise, I'll focus on making a few of the descriptions more specific.

I heard pounding in my eardrum the increasingly bombastic busk,

blasting echoes in the shadowy towers of the unfamiliar city dusk.

"Don't be brusque!"
I said to the one,
my foe,
whom I despise most abrupt.

A heavy scent drifted to my nostrils of wanted lingering fresh musk.

Beads of dripping sweat on skin forming an aromatic musk.

Eating healthy fishy cusk and satisfying crunchy rusk.

There outside my sanctuary, covered by showering-mist rainy, wet dusk.

The slippery sliding and gliding slimy mollusk,
oozed seeking paths, to my eyes, of glistening wonder.

Protruding sharp, menacing, and long, like fangs

impaled deep and deadly the tusk.

I'm just an empty, drained of all soul, a dried shriveled husk,

of a long past shell of my ancient former self.

Hurt and lusk,
unmoving, sunken deep,
almost under, in a reclining sofa.

From blinding light of midday noon to darkening mist of shadowed dusk.

A single solitary undulating foot, I beheld, of a dark shelled mollusk.

Gone far from my familiarity,
away from my home by final, unstoppable dusk.

Alright, I tried my best to expand and make it more detailed and a little less vague by making a few adjectives more specific. I also added some more action, commentary, and images. In the next poetry post, I'll try to check abstract vs concrete words.

Learning about Poetry (part 9): Words for the senses

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Here is where my prior research left off, with a clean slate of rhymes for the next exercises or more.

I heard the busk,

echo the city dusk.

I'm just a husk,

of my former self.

Protruding sharp and long, 

impaled the tusk.

From noon to dusk.

A heavy scent of musk.

Don't be brusque!

Hurt and lusk.

Eating cusk and rusk.

The sliding and gliding mollusk.

A single foot of a mollusk.

Aromatic musk.

There by dusk.

Gone by dusk.

First, I will pass through and pull out verses that deal with sound, tastes, scents, touch, and sight—very similar to my Fact Generator.

Sound

I heard the bombastic busk,

blasting echoes in the city dusk.
"Don't be brusque!" I said to the one most abrupt.

Scent

A heavy scent of lingering fresh musk.

Beads of sweat on skin forming an aromatic musk.

Scent and Touch

Eating fishy cusk and crunchy rusk.

There by rainy, wet dusk.

Touch and sight

The slippery sliding and gliding slimy mollusk.

Protruding sharp and long, like fangs

impaled deep and deadly the tusk.

Sight

I'm just an empty dried husk,

of my ancient former self.

Hurt and lusk, unmoving, sunken in a sofa.

From bright noon to darkening dusk.

A single undulating foot of a dark shelled mollusk.

Gone far by final dusk.

Although not as brief, the verses seem to have a little more weight and detail. Next post I'll take a look at how many adverbs and adjectives I can reduce vague description and make more detailed and exact.

Learning about Poetry (part 7): "Dream Flows" poem and comparison of Poetry to Myths or Fables

While the urge to do something with "go" rhyming words, I want to take several of my freewriting sentence words and create something simple by altering it. I also want to do something by making some phrases little more descriptive.

This will be my first entirely original rhyming poem.

Dream Flows

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This urgent hope could go. 

Where do peaceful dreams flow. 

You're not my mortal foe. 

In the moment will never know. 

So, I add this new simple 4 line rhyming poem to that one that I created through imitation several posts ago. Here is that first imitation poem for comparison.

Plague Across the Land

©2020 by Ken Wickham based on Emily Dickenson's "Hope is a thing with feathers"

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I've seen across the entire land,

All victims of the plague,

In a world looking strange and vague,

No, I don't want to beg.

I now have 2 poems written: "Dream Flows" and "Plague Across the Land".

Poetry writing it is fairly strange and unfamiliar. In 2nd grade, I remember doing a few poems for classroom activity, but those are now long forgotten to time.

Writing these poems are as unfamiliar to me as creating those 2 myths and 1 fable back in 2017 in the mythology series. It does give me a greater sense of breadth with writing styles although my skill level with poetry is only beginning.

Poetry is the art of sharing experience. In these two brief and little poems, it does feel like "Dream Flows" and "Plague Across the Land" do share some sort of experience. The mythology was more of a fictional creating experience than when I created "Blood and Water - Begin", "From them all become", and "Bird takes Snake to the Moons". Very little of me are included in those myths and fable. Instead of including any emotion or evaluations, my myths were more logically constructed.

Learning about Poetry (part 6): Muse #4 Freewriting (Random Prompt)

The main tool for this exercise is freewriting. In exercise #1 we did some freewriting based on a random rhyming word set.

This exercise will differ in that first, instead of rolling for a rhyming set, I'll roll for one random result for each part of speech. I will then try to freewrite whatever comes to mind for 10 minutes, jumping from word to word or back depending on spontaneous thoughts.

Noun 1162 = compromise
Adjective 1785 = shopping
Verb 646 = prevent
Adverb 988 = yearningly
Interjection 499 = just kill me
Preposition 760 = prior to
Pronoun 77 = this
Conjunction 80 = supposing
Determiner 2 = the [singular]

Freewriting for 10 minutes exercise focusing on the above random words

There is no compromise. I must prevent laziness. Yearningly, I study poetry in hopes of figuring out the basics. If everything progresses enough, then poetry will be another form of artistic expression; supposing, that enough of the basics are adequate. THIS is the answer that has slipped through the grasp of scholars and politicians. THE end. Prior to writing this post, I was creating the next names book. Shopping exhausts me. But it does not prevent spontaneity. "Just kill me!" she said in a mocking manner. Yearningly, I typed each word wondering what would emerge. Prior to compromising during the deal, I shopped. Freewriting is a form of writing; supposing, that something inspirational emerges from all of the typing. But it should not prevent creativity. The fact of the matter is that I must type until the full 10 minutes is reached. this thought can go. I type and type until I know. Where does it go. How knows. Ouch my toe. I blow and row until tomorrow. You're not my foe. It will expose. 

Ok. I typed up some spontaneous stuff.

The orange highlights were attempts to mix the preposition with two words based on two other parts of speech.

When I reached the yellow highlighted section, I just suddenly felt like rhyming with go for some reason. I don't know why. It might mean something. Or it might mean nothing.

This is freewriting. There might be something here, especially with the rhyming "go" words.

In the another exercise, I might explore those rhyming words.

Quick edit on the yellow highlighted rhyming words

Next, I will look at, edit, and change the yellow words a bit

This thought can go. 

I type and type until I know. 

Where does it go. 

Who will know. 

Ouch my toe. 

I blow and row until tomorrow. 

You're not my foe. 

At the expo. 

That is enough freewriting for today.

Learning about Poetry (part 5): Muse #3 Reading (Metaphor & Simile)

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

By Emily Dickenson compiled around 1861.

The poetry lines and content below is created by Ken Wickham, based on the poem above.

©2020 by Ken Wickham based on Emily Dickenson's "Hope is a thing with feathers"

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Metaphors and similes compare one thing to another.

A simple exercise, I'll practice using the Emily Dickenson poem again, except the first line which does not rhyme.

A metaphor is something that refers to one thing by writing or saying another thing figuratively rather than literally.

Hope is soaring flight.

A simile is something that compares to something else using the words like or as.

Hope is like rolling dice.
Hope is as flying birds.

Now, to try fitting the sentence with a different topic. I like the first simile line better than the 2nd. Let me see what other word besides hope that I can use. Maybe change.

Change is like rolling dice.

Learning about Poetry (part 4): Muse #3 Reading (Imitating)

In the last post, I researched different poems that contained words from my random rhyme set. In this post I will try to mimic a portion of a famous American poem by Emily Dickenson.

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

By Emily Dickenson compiled around 1861.

To me, it looks like the rhyme scheme is the following for the entire poem.
Each letter represents a possible rhyme ending. I've highlighted in different colors the pairs that I think might rhyme.

A, B, C, B
D, E, D, E
F, G, G, G

So, taking some of the 9 words and focusing on only one portion of the ED poem, I'll try write something similar—yet different.

#264 egg, leg, beg, peg, vague, plague, keg, bootleg, nutmeg

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Plague Across the Land

©2020 by Ken Wickham based on Emily Dickenson's "Hope is a thing with feathers"
All rights reserved.

I've seen across the entire land,

All victims of the plague,

In a world looking strange and vague,

No, I don't want to beg.

Learning about Poetry (part 3): Muse #3 Reading-Research Rhyme Use

In this post I will research the 9 rhyming words found in the eg/ague set rolled in the part one.

Instead of trying to imitate anything in this post, I will working with one poem in the next post. This post is just to research how some songs and poems have used these rhyming words. This is mainly to help me read and get a feel for how they could be used.

Here are the nine words

#264 egg, leg, beg, peg, vague, plague, keg, bootleg, nutmeg

And here are examples of how they are used in songs and poetic forms—mostly songs.

"Cancelled Check" by Beck
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I dont want to beg

"Disaster Cake" by Cher
You gotta break an egg
If you wanna be in show biz
Then you gotta break a leg
Babe you're heading on a journey

"C.Y.F.M.L.A.Y?" Terence Trent D'Arby
Dont make me beg, dont take me down a peg
Shake a leg, break an egg

"Egg Man" by Beastie Boys
Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg
He was playing the wall then he broke his leg

"Christmas is A-Comin" Bing Crosby
Christmas is a coming, the ciders in the keg
If I had a mug of cider I wouldnt have to beg

"Party at the Leper Colony" by Weird Al Yankovic
Finger food and an ice-cold keg
It wont cost you an arm and a leg

"You're So Fine" by Whitesnake
Tight skirt, skinny leg

You make a bad dog sit up and beg

"Treat me like the Dog I am" by Motley Crue

At the dog pound make me beg
Got me with my tail between my leg

"The Big Square Inch" by Sammy Hagar

Less skirt and a lot more leg
Down on your knees and beg

"Follow You Home" by Nickelback

You can shoot me in the leg
Just to try to make me beg

"The Beleaguered City" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
Some legend strange and vague,
That a midnight host of spectres pale
Beleaguered the walls of Prague.

"Aint Talkin" by Bob Dylan
Aint talkin, just awalkin
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin, still yearnin
Walkin athrough the cities of the plague

"Indust" by Sick of It All
We cant ignore all the victims of the plague
Whove been fighting for a future
Thats looking pretty, pretty vague
We cant deny it, we can deny it

"King of the Hill" by Johnny Cash
You watch the girls and you drink bootleg
Get starved to death before you beg

Here are some of the uses of the last few words before the rhyme word from the examples above.
#264 egg, leg, beg, peg, vague, plague, keg, bootleg, nutmeg

rotten egg
an egg
arm and a leg
broke his leg
break a leg
in the leg
lot more leg
want to beg
make me beg
have to beg
knees and beg
down a peg
strange and vague
mysterious and vague
pretty vague
of the plague

I see that some mirror my idiom collecting done in part 2. I think that looking at idioms may help a great amount for inspiration.

In the next Poetry post, I would like to take one very popular short poem and try to play around with changing it just to get some hands on experience working with an established poem.

Learning about Poetry (part 2): Muse #2 Collecting (idioms)

In the last post, I used freewriting to write down some associations, feelings, thoughts, and relationships to words rolled for from d1000 table in Rhyming Fuel. Since I have not been keeping a journal, the freestyle let me capture a 13 minute look into what came off the top of my head for the 9 rhyming words.

In this post, I will be collecting ideas also based off of the nine keywords and the freewriting.

egg...chicken, birth, lay, breakfast, scrambled, oval, omelet, new, incubate, innovation, hot, cold

leg...broken, chair, walking, kicking, stand, standing, asleep, stable, sufficient, sore

beg...need, want, desire, must have, desperate, beggar, don't have, forgiveness, mercy, ask, motivated

peg...hang, place, hit, decide, fit, plug, mark, holt together, small fastener, home supply store, wooden

vague...unclear, murky, misty, foggy, dark, unknown, confused, brief, barely, unsure, unexplainable

plague...coronavirus, stay at home, walking pneumonia, hospital, contagious, communicable, sickness, long duration, antidote

keg... dynamite, beer, Cracker Barrel, barrel, container, holding, storage, filling, emptying

bootleg...unofficial, underground, copy, illegal, music, movie, 

nutmeg... spice, ingredient, French toast, cookies, baking, eggnog

Collecting, according to the open poetry textbook Naming the Unnameable, is writing down "images, ideas, and phrases" or sparks of poetry.

So for this exercise, I'll write down a few idioms based on the words above.

I like Idioms. In Grammar Fuel: 12,000 Phrases & Idioms, I collected 12,000 mostly American English idioms. Idioms are groups of words that carry cultural based meaning. Here are some idioms grouped together for each of the words.

a bad egg
egg on one's face
walk on egg shells
you can't make an omelet without breaking eggs
a nest egg
all one's eggs in one basket
lay an egg

kill the goose that lays the golden eggs

without a leg to stand on
cost/give an an arm and a leg
as fast as your legs can carry you
pull someone's leg
put one's pants on one leg at a time, just like everbody else
stretch one's legs
tail between one's legs
the first leg
get a leg up
be on one's last legs
fresh legs
break a leg

beg for
beg the question
beg to differ
beg, borrow, or steal
beg your pardon
beg for something
beg on bended knee
beg to disagree
beg something from someone

a peg on which to hang something
fit together like a square peg in a round hole
peg as something
have someone pegged
be knocked down a peg (or two)
take one down a peg (or two)
peg away at something

wake up in a vague fog like a cloudy mist

avoid someone or something like the plague
plague one with something

keg party
powder keg
sitting on a powder keg

bootlegged movies
bootlegged CDs
bootlegged software
This must be a bootleg copy—the quality is terrible.

a wooden nutmeg

That is pretty fun. Already after doing the freewriting and this idiom exercise, it feels like the foundation for a poem is already constructed.

The next muse in this series is Muse #3 Reading. In that post, I'll research some poetry in the past to see if I can build a small chunk of poetry fragments for some or all of the 9 keywords. I may even try to imitate those historical chunks.

Learning about Poetry (part 1): Random Word set and Muse #1 Journaling, well...keyword freewrite

I don't know a lot about poetry.

I'm sort of switch Poetry Month and Short Story Month. Last month during Poetry Month at Reddit, I created the short story "The Art of Love and Loss", even though I was also creating Rhyming Fuel, though nobody saw that beyond my family members. This month, which is short story month, I'll try to create poetry at this blog.

A few years ago, I did a series of posts concerning fables. I'd like to do something similar for poetry where I study, learn, and try stuff concerning poetry.

https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/313805/Rhyming-Fuel

I wrote Rhyming Fuel because having a random rhyme word table was the easiest way for me to do something related to poetry. I don't know if I've ever seen a random d1000 rhyme word table before, so the creation seemed like a good challenge.

Having said that, I want to at least try to learn a little about poetry. Maybe a few readers out there would like to follow along or at least read about a poetry journey, however far the attempt continues.

I'm downloading an Open Textbook about poetry to serve as both instruction and inspiration for exercises that I will try.



Naming the Unnameable: an Approach to Poetry for a New Generation is Creative Commons textbook which will form the basis for at least a couple of posts or attempts at poetry.

https://open.umn.edu/opentextbooks/textbooks/naming-the-unnameable-an-approach-to-poetry-for-new-generations

Rolling for a Random Rhyme-word set

The textbook doesn't say this, but I want a random word set to begin this experiment. This is takes words that I researched, gathered, and combined the last month and a half. It also gives me a chance to test out the list once more.

I roll a d1000 rolling a 264.

Using Rhyming Fuel, I find the random set.

#264 egg, leg, beg, peg, vague, plague, keg, bootleg, nutmeg

Muse #1 Journaling.

"For many of us, a poem starts with an idea, a memory, a sound, an image.....our
mind sorts through experiences, sensations, feelings, images, and ideas and files them in our
memory".

Here is what I am going to do. I know freewriting, which is Muse #4 in this textbook.

I as a Journaling exercise, I will focus-word freewrite the 9 words above for 10 minutes.

egg...chicken, birth, lay, breakfast, scrambled, oval, omelet, new, incubate, innovation, hot, cold

leg...broken, chair, walking, kicking, stand, standing, asleep, stable, sufficient, sore

beg...need, want, desire, must have, desperate, beggar, don't have, forgiveness, mercy, ask, motivated

peg...hang, place, hit, decide, fit, plug, mark, holt together, small fastener, home supply store, wooden

vague...unclear, murky, misty, foggy, dark, unknown, confused, brief, barely, unsure, unexplainable

plague...coronavirus, stay at home, walking pneumonia, hospital, contagious, communicable, sickness, long duration, antidote

keg... dynamite, beer, Cracker Barrel, barrel, container, holding, storage, filling, emptying

bootleg...unofficial, underground, copy, illegal, music, movie, 

nutmeg... spice, ingredient, French toast, cookies, baking, eggnog

It actually took me 13 minutes to react and write about each of the 9 words.

Okay. I now have something at least to work with maybe. At least it is a start. You may freewrite something else.

Next Poetry post.

That's it for today. In the next poetry post I might try Muse #2 Collecting, which is writing down images based on the stuff written above.