Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
This old beer joint is rockin’
and the jukebox keeps playin’
as we dance to favorite songs
kickin’ up sawdust and shufflin’
scuffed boots all night long
so we throw open wide the doors
while country crooners mourn
about a love that’s gone wrong
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: It’s our 10th anniversary at dVerse and we’re celebrating with writing a Quadrille, our own poetry form creation. The word today is ‘juke.’ Come join in the festivities!
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
This is wonderfully atmospheric Linda – I could just picture the scene!
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I’m happy you enjoyed it Ingrid!
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Oh this sounds like wonderful fun, even though the crooning in the end goes a bit in minor
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Thank you Bjorn- it’s good to be back.
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i wonder if each generation laments over the next. Ha. You brought the juke joint a live with the sawdust spray as we spin round the hard boards. All that dance kicks up quite a heat, so throwing open those barn doors can be such a relief. “Shufflin scuffed” has a nice sound to it as well.!
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I forgot to mention the title as well which adds another element. Nice.
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Much appreciated!
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Thank you Brian!
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Great setting of atmosphere, Linda, and I love the Freddy Fender song 🙂
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Thank you Lisa! I met him once- we were seated together in first class on a plane. Really nice guy.
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How cool that you met him and got a chance to talk with him 🙂
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😊
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Oh, those nights weren’t wasted. We have those happy memories to look back on. (I enjoyed hearing Freddy again)
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Gorgeously, gorgeously rendered, Linda 😀 I love the atmosphere you have set here ❤️
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Thank you Sanaa. 💖
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With that photo, I sort of imagined ghosts dancing there every night.
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In Texas, that’s highly probable. Thanks Merril!
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You’re welcome! 😀
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Those country singers are always croonin’
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OMG…love that you posted a YouTube with the song on it here! Yep….this would be one of the “platters” on the juke box for sure! 🙂 Oh the memories!
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Thank you Lillian!
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Oh nice – I like the sawdust image a lot – this makes the scene so alive and even smell-able
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Thank you!
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All your words are dancing. Luv it
happy Monday
Much💜love
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Thank you Gillena.
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So many country songs are sad songs……..loved this, Linda.
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Thank you Sherry.
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Sounds like a night at Billy-Bob’s! Well done Linda.
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Thank you Dwight!
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Yes’m.
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😊
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I read this like someone is crooning and kicking up a song. Good one!
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Thank you Grace!
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really feeeeling this i remember shuffle my boots to a rock filled juke at a simalar joint after getting mu heart broken.
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I think we’ve all been there. 😊 thank you!
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What it’s all about … for sure! I thoroughly enjoyed this, Linda.
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Thank you Helen!
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Does the music reflect life or influence it? We keep repeating the same refrains! Enjoyed Freddy Fender’s song again 🙂
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Yes, we do- thank you Lynn.
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My pleasure 🙂
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I have broken, and have been broken. Life hides daggers in every toga. A barn dance can certainly be a juke. I prefer the smell of hay to sawdust.
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Thanks Glenn!
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Nicely done poem Linda
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Thank you.
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I felt myself peeking into my past as read you excellent poem, Linda.
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Thank you!
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This quadrille was alive! Music brings us to life, but also represents so many emotions and heartbreaks. You captured it all.
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Thank you Mish!
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This feels slow and sultry. Sawdust and scuffing boots. Perfect.
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Thank you Mish.
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Great picture painted here – and the song is perfect.
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Thank you!
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I really loved how you dropped the g’s from your participles – for some reason, I’ve been doing that a bit too recently, Linda. I so enjoyed your poem 😀
Yours,
David
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Thank you David.
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a beautiful tribute, this is. ❤
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Thank you.
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