Beach Name Poems | Beach Poems About Name
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We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time
hearing the news before most of the World did
He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected
He had loves and passions from many places
deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
Not only did he love music and inspire all
He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul
The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened
It was John Denver's plane that went down
Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial
So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
always in loving memory
OH babe , do we hate you go ~
Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
"Leaving on a Jet Plane "
I do not know?
for bruce springsteen...
it was a rain-swept monsoon day
way back then, so many moons away
when i felt the music strumming in my veins
setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins
you sang of simple truths,
your verse spoke to people just like me
in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night
as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight
'bobby jean' spoke to me
of that girl down the street
glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet
and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart
led me down further roads of thunder
when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on
and never to surrender
to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run
while i danced in the dark
with memories vivid and stark
even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark
and then a 'human touch' came along
and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song
and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes
as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies
in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned
as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned
and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up
working on a highway of scattered ideals
and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup
well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road
with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad
but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night
just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
the beach is calling my name!
there it is again!
i hear her when i clock in!
i hear her when i clock out!
i hear her in the center of my focus!
i hear here on every frickin break!
i'm telling you now, one day IMMEDIATELY after work,
i am gonna go straight to my old faithful!
i am gonna hit whatever number highway south!
i am gonna drive like the earned heart until my right foot goes to sleep!
i am gonna keep said sleeping foot on the doggone pedal like super glue stubbornness!
when i answer the beach's call, i am gonna park old faithful!
i am gonna walk ever so slowly across the beach access!
the instant my feet hit that wonderful sand, i am gonna rejoice!
the closer i get to the water, i am gonna rejoice some more!
at the first hint of the water's feeling and rehabilitative touch, i am gonna just wade!
at the point of full submergence, my attitude is gonna be....straight on up....DAMN THE WORLD!
....AND THERE YOU HAVE IT....AND BOOM....HERE I AM!