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napowrim0#24..prompt was Find a Phrase...I used the Phrase " GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN" ....from the Bible
DEVILS AND ANGELS
exhausted from a sick week in the Bronx
after listning to Grace Slick at some biker bar
heading up the Deegan Expressway covered in fog
riding Harley Low Riders
loud and pround with straight pipes
knowing heavin is just one more gear up the highway
looking to turn on
tune in
drop out at Millbrook House
to pass the acid test
with Ram Dass and the high priest Leary
Chopper Kate riding in her leather
Mother Road spinning her wheels
Ardu wearing his colors
Kesey and the Merry Pranksters behind
Jesus in his tophat leading the way
thanking God for bikers
passing through the burning ravines
and six police cars
we roar through the gate of Millbrook
passing the test
with loudspeakers blaring Jefferson Airplane
Grateful Dead
Velvet Underground and Ray Charles
having flashbacks
on politics
education
Huxley and religion
we party with profound pranksters
and Satan's Angels dressed in black leather
high
over the cuckoo's nest
blaring music and police sirens
Jesus removes his top hat and speaks
"get thee behind me Satan"
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
LEFT OF THE STAGE
napowrimo#23.....prompt is speaker/event that normally do not get together
LEFT OF THE STAGE
somewhere on the outskirts of Bohemia
right corner of Washington Square
a tea party rally
a GRASS roots movement
with no leader no face
just a Temple called William
with Joe the plumber and Sarah beside
preaching to the conspiracist kooks
who still want to fight the British
over the three per cent tea tax
convinced that Obama and his gangster government
are a bunch of Socialists
conspiring to control everything in their lives
with their tea cups upside down
unable to read ther tea leaves of vision
getting ready to reenact the Civil War
ignoring the left corner of the Square
where Pete Seeger is harmonizing
with the Grateful Dead
having a birds eye view through the haze
a real GRASS roots movement
led by Jerry and Janis
Woodie Guthrie , Joan Baez and Cat Stevens
Billie Holiday and Belafonte
a carnival ride for the Deadheads
singing
where have all the flowers gone
we shall overcome
we get along without you very well
inviting them to a real tea party
a real GRASS roots movement
and join the peace train
ignored by the right corner of the square
LEFT OF THE STAGE
somewhere on the outskirts of Bohemia
right corner of Washington Square
a tea party rally
a GRASS roots movement
with no leader no face
just a Temple called William
with Joe the plumber and Sarah beside
preaching to the conspiracist kooks
who still want to fight the British
over the three per cent tea tax
convinced that Obama and his gangster government
are a bunch of Socialists
conspiring to control everything in their lives
with their tea cups upside down
unable to read ther tea leaves of vision
getting ready to reenact the Civil War
ignoring the left corner of the Square
where Pete Seeger is harmonizing
with the Grateful Dead
having a birds eye view through the haze
a real GRASS roots movement
led by Jerry and Janis
Woodie Guthrie , Joan Baez and Cat Stevens
Billie Holiday and Belafonte
a carnival ride for the Deadheads
singing
where have all the flowers gone
we shall overcome
we get along without you very well
inviting them to a real tea party
a real GRASS roots movement
and join the peace train
ignored by the right corner of the square
Thursday, April 22, 2010
DIZZY
napowrimo#22..using the word dizzy from the wordle prompt
DIZZY
making an Afro-Cuban jazz statement
with a spanish tinge
under his beret
and horned rimmed glasses
blowing through his crooked trumpet
with his turbo charged pouched cheeks
gusting up a hurricane
deep from his lungs
syncopated lightning bolts
of be bop
a little scat singing
with plenty of sense
Dizzy
DIZZY
making an Afro-Cuban jazz statement
with a spanish tinge
under his beret
and horned rimmed glasses
blowing through his crooked trumpet
with his turbo charged pouched cheeks
gusting up a hurricane
deep from his lungs
syncopated lightning bolts
of be bop
a little scat singing
with plenty of sense
Dizzy
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
PERFECT FLAWS
napowrimo#21..prompt is perfectly flawed.........this is a DRAFT
PERFECT FLAWS
secure in my insecurities and failures
and unknow wisdom
remaining true to the cosmic game
played with all its errors
sincere in the truths never told
that succeeded the goals never scored
as nothing crossed the line of humility
barren of events between failure and frustration
within the obscurities of two souls
and unknown theories of conspiracy
sitting at my gypsy window of imagination
drinking rum with Castro
discussing how Socialism is not perfect
with battles of forgotten memories
how Pollock was perfectly imperfect
in his paintings and human failures
learning all is nothing and nothing is all
writing the impossible
perfect poetry
PERFECT FLAWS
secure in my insecurities and failures
and unknow wisdom
remaining true to the cosmic game
played with all its errors
sincere in the truths never told
that succeeded the goals never scored
as nothing crossed the line of humility
barren of events between failure and frustration
within the obscurities of two souls
and unknown theories of conspiracy
sitting at my gypsy window of imagination
drinking rum with Castro
discussing how Socialism is not perfect
with battles of forgotten memories
how Pollock was perfectly imperfect
in his paintings and human failures
learning all is nothing and nothing is all
writing the impossible
perfect poetry
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
JACKIE
napowrimo#20...prompt was ...the hero poem ......this poem from Jan 2009
JACKIE
I first saw him on a baseball card in '48
played for the Dodgers
Robinson was his name
amongst the jeers played second base
hitting, fielding , stealing bases
was his game
his skin was black
most thought his chances were slim
from the first time he stepped to the plate
I wanted to be black just like him
he played hard in his own quiet way
with jeers gone cheers came
respect on and off the field
made Mr. Rickey smile
like baseball
politics today has changed
with a game all can play
thanks to my hero Jackie
a black lives in the whitehouse today
JACKIE
I first saw him on a baseball card in '48
played for the Dodgers
Robinson was his name
amongst the jeers played second base
hitting, fielding , stealing bases
was his game
his skin was black
most thought his chances were slim
from the first time he stepped to the plate
I wanted to be black just like him
he played hard in his own quiet way
with jeers gone cheers came
respect on and off the field
made Mr. Rickey smile
like baseball
politics today has changed
with a game all can play
thanks to my hero Jackie
a black lives in the whitehouse today
Monday, April 19, 2010
THE LIGHT
napwrimo#19...prompt is light bulb moments
THE LIGHT
hanging from an old rotting pine tree
blowing in the blue breeze
higher than our kites
above the dead pavement
of the Santa Monica Freeway
a broken down rewired circuit
wired wrong
hanging like an ancient lock
that couldn't be picked
a tree for curious vultures
or transient cockroaches
that fill up their pockets
like wall street bankers
looking for a blazing light of change
we pull the cord of enlightenment
giving us light
to see the snakes fall from the tree
THE LIGHT
hanging from an old rotting pine tree
blowing in the blue breeze
higher than our kites
above the dead pavement
of the Santa Monica Freeway
a broken down rewired circuit
wired wrong
hanging like an ancient lock
that couldn't be picked
a tree for curious vultures
or transient cockroaches
that fill up their pockets
like wall street bankers
looking for a blazing light of change
we pull the cord of enlightenment
giving us light
to see the snakes fall from the tree
Sunday, April 18, 2010
COOL CAT
naoiwruno#18..prompt tiger...or cat....sooo here it is
italicized words are titles of John Coltrane tunes
COOL CAT
watching the smoke rise
from the hard stiff chair
behind a closed window
backed by an imagination of junk
cool cats around us
the moaning of the saxaphone
wheelin and deelin
setting the pace
giant steps
both slow and fast
wailing away giving symphony
without sympathy
cutting through the bones
giving poetry a chance
to slice through the tracks
a soul trane a blue trane
travelling to the stardust sessions
beyond the dark desert of Dakar
strung out on junk
he sat down at our table
I'm the Trane he moans
I love to boogie
Village Vanguard 1959
Carnegie Hall of jazz
coolest cat I ever met
...............................NOTE...we wandered into the Vanguard March 1959...not knowing more than it was a jazz club....not knowing that Coltrane was playing.....well a fond memory of a cool cat amongst many cool cats there...
italicized words are titles of John Coltrane tunes
COOL CAT
watching the smoke rise
from the hard stiff chair
behind a closed window
backed by an imagination of junk
cool cats around us
the moaning of the saxaphone
wheelin and deelin
setting the pace
giant steps
both slow and fast
wailing away giving symphony
without sympathy
cutting through the bones
giving poetry a chance
to slice through the tracks
a soul trane a blue trane
travelling to the stardust sessions
beyond the dark desert of Dakar
strung out on junk
he sat down at our table
I'm the Trane he moans
I love to boogie
Village Vanguard 1959
Carnegie Hall of jazz
coolest cat I ever met
...............................NOTE...we wandered into the Vanguard March 1959...not knowing more than it was a jazz club....not knowing that Coltrane was playing.....well a fond memory of a cool cat amongst many cool cats there...
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