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Haiku 30 Rock Love




                                  running to the rock

                                              a strong tower against foes


                                                                    her love a refuge






To strong women and their love


David Meade
11/20/2014
Live Generously

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High School Rock N' Roll

On my first day of high school I walked into the gym
I saw her sitting there with her MP3 player 
I knew she was definitely a sure fire tenner
With her big emerald green eyes
And her long auburn red hair
The beat was loud and strong 
Playing a real good hard rock song
And I knew for sure it wouldn't be long 
Till she would be dancing with me, yes me, 
And I knew for sure it wouldn't be long 
Till we would be dancing together, singing 

I love rock n' roll 
So rev up the volume on your MP3 baby 
I love rock n' roll 
So please take off that silly headset and dance with me 

She smiled so I walked up and asked for her name 
Long Tall Sally, she said, 
Because it's a rock n' roll name
She looked so good dressed in her Swagger Tiger blouse
And her tight form fitting faded jeans
She said do you think we can dance in the gymnasium 
I said sure, why not and just like that we were grooving on 
She was now with me, yes me 
And just like that we were grooving on
She was now with me, yes me, we were singing

I love rock n' roll 
So rev up the volume on your MP3 baby 
I love rock n' roll 
So please take off that silly headset and dance with me

Suddenly our groove was stopped by the girl’s basketball coach 
She told us that we couldn’t be grooving and moving during gym class 
She was a sure enough bummer, she sent us to the principal’s office 
And just like that we were grooving and moving on down the hallway
And we were still singing that same great song 
Yes she was with me and we were still singing 

I love rock n' roll 
So rev up the volume on your MP3 baby 
I love rock n' roll 
So please take off that silly headset and dance with me


I Love Rock N' Roll  --  Joan Jett

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Come Let Me Rock You Gently

Come let me rock you gently
and as we softly sway
I'll share with you a story
and rock your cares away.

In the years that I have known
there has been much I've seen
the big "to do's" the nothing days
and all those in between.

To all I've offered comfort
and a quiet place to rest
I've rocked my share of little ones
(oh, how I love them best!).

A very tender memory
of all those that I hold
is one of love and caring
that now is growing old.

A Grandma and a little girl
placed firmly on her knee
would for hours sit and play
and we would rock so free!

The laughter in their voices
(to which I'd add a creak!)
would fill my day with pleasure
and with pure joy I'd squeak!

Oh how I loved the songs they sang
and the games they played
and all the Bible stories told
when we were all so staid.

How glad I was to share it all
we were a happy set
this is my sweetest memory
(the best one I've had yet!).

Now as our time is winding down
(it's nearly at an end!)
I bid you please come back and sit
when you have time to spend.

Together we will gently sway
and stories will unfold
and I will rock your cares away
as each new one is told.




Inspired by Deborah Guzzis' The Chairs Tale contest

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Miss Rock 'N Roll

I saw you by the record machine
An angel, a beautiful being
On a whim I took a chance
Slid over and said:
Let me hold you while we dance.
I was stunned for a while
As you gave a gentle smile
I proceeded to ask for your name
You told me you’d be impossible to tame.

Those weren’t my intentions
I was hoping you’d slip, fall and spill your affections
In my direction.
Miss Rock ‘N Roll
I’m under your control
So what do you say
We head home to be alone
Linkin Park in the dark
And wake up to a Green Day?

I went in for a kiss
She went in for a whisper
Softly said:
Mister, if you love Rock ‘N Roll
Better put a Nickel-back in that jukebox, baby
If you love Rock ‘N Roll
Take your time and dance with me.

* I Love Rock ‘N Roll
Joan Jett and The Blackhearts

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Built on Rock: His House by The Sea

“And the rains descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not; for it was founded upon a rock.” Matt. 7: 27

One day along the beach I took a walk.
Before me, there appeared a church. It seemed
to have a strong foundation. Built on rock,
its white brick surface in the sunlight gleamed.

I thought of One who stood upon a mount
once long ago beside a great sea where
his teachings poured like water from a fount
of wisdom for the poor in spirit there.

He said to build one’s house on rock, not sand,
and spoke of charity - the higher love.
Salvation for the meek, he promised, and 
the sweet and everlasting peace thereof.

Since Christ so often taught near Galilee.
I loved the sight of His house by the sea!

By Andrea Dietrich/ Sept. 25, 2011

For the Contest of Constance La France ~My Dear Heart ~
"The Church By The Ocean Poetry Contest"



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One rock...

One rock drops.
Many ripples
spread across the river.

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Castle Rock Influence

Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down

She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down

(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these before. I like this form!)

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On Loving a Rock Star - Redux

Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy

I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.

In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked 
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.

Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get

but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see

we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.

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The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.

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On the love rock---

Waiting for you here on the love rock Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Waiting for you here on the love rock

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Summer days are coming A Rock Song

My Video Song " SUMMER DAYS ARE COMING' can be heard on my Music Channel URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cafa5Sc6dPo The Song has received Semi Finalist Award declared on 5th Sept. 2013. Although it's lyrics has missed the Ist prize by only very few steps but the Award can be seen on http://songwriting.songoftheyear.com/ravindrakapoor.html Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. When the Moonlight would rise The sleeping waves of Sea And your sweet arms would be Encircling me close to thee. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In Summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. I know why you watch The Sea waves rising to kiss When the Moon began to pour Its love drops on the Sea. Watching the joy of Sea waves You always come in mood And then like the rainy clouds You shower your love on me. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we shall be Singing our love songs. O’ Darling I am waiting For the Summer days to come As in summer days you shower Your rain like love on me. Summer days are coming To take you in my arms In summer nights, we would be Singing our love songs. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th September 2013 NOTE: This song was written in May June and was submitted to Song of the Year USA for an INTERNATIONAL CONTEST. Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and You Tube. Cloying this Song or reproducing it in any other form or manner is strictly prohibited. Kanpur India 7th Sept. 2013

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Jimi Hendrix..Rock Star and Legend

J	imi, a talented guitarist
I	n the world of Rock
M	ade young girls cry 
I	n his world, how he shined!

H	ard wired to play
E	arly love for guitars
N	ever found Nirvana 
D	ying each day, endless pain
R	iding strings of his music	
I	n his mind, demons taunted	
X	iting  too soon, young legend!

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After the Rock Concert is Over

   The heights were reached 

         with the help of hasheesh

but the dancing and 

    the sound 

has stopped 

   The crowd in the park 

        exits 

and silence takes over 

    once again 

   Do you sincerely believe 

that all pain 

    was negated by the deafening sound? 

Well, it was great 

    but one must answer to fate 

  ONE MUST ANSWER TO FATE!

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haiku rock and water

Aged the still rock
Worker water, foam and spray
Light flows and waltzes

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Mr Rock and roll

Here comes Mr rock and roll
who thinks its cool to be alone
I wonder if he thinks the same
Seven years to the day.

Walking down the street again
trying to find some friends to see
wondering why
No body interesting in you today.

When that day comes around 
The words in your head will agree
Why did this happen to me?
People used to love me,

Then you'll  wish that maybe you
Were kind to those broken hearts
Maybe you wouldn't be alone
Just staring at your silent phone.

Here comes Mr rock and roll
Another day spent on his own
Staring down at his phone
Poor Mr rock roll all alone.

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The Tiger Rock and Leopard Black

From the wood where coyotes play
Blackie cat came on a summer’s day.
Called seemingly, to fill the place 
where Rocky the cat lay dreaming.

A proud old tom who’d seen his end
Rocky had held it long at bay.
A Guardian was he of Mom you see, 
but when he passed she’d stay.

And he’d not leave till he knew
she would not be alone…
He’d found ole Blackie for her
to give them both a happy home.

Blackie and he had many a day
of lolling in the grass and sun.
But Rocky’s porch he would not share
that was for Mom and he the only one.

She feed them both, each to his own
and cared for both in kind.
Rocky’s plan, he was the man…
was to not leave her alone inside.

So, Rocky's sweet self sacrifice
of staying much too long
was blessed with painless passing
He died in Mommy’s arms.

Now everyday, ole Blackie comes
as Rocky told him too.
To keep his Mommy company
another Guardian true.

Still too frightened to come inside, 
Mom’s sure he will one day. 
And on that day they’d both be sure
that Blackie’d come to stay.

*Debbie Guzzi

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A Rock Concert


Marshals oh so loud
And massive in their stacking
Makes the Rock Stars proud.


by~Deborah Burch~


Entering 3/14/2012 Haiku Contest by ~PD~

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Hail to Rock and Roll

My favorite time span, the sixties’s of course. When blues and soul, and rock and roll combined to give us Isaac Hayes and Nat King Cole, and Elvis sings across the land. Boston Pops on stage and the three stooges a rage. I’d go back in a heartbeat if I could see Grateful Dead, or catch Cher on the scene, revisit Tiny Tim’s obscene, get into Melanie’s head, I would, surely would. May 24 2011 For Nette's contest

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Those About To Rock We Salute You

She was a torpedo into my heart and I loved her swimming through my soul...
Never had I beheld such beauty this splendour within her words; enjoying the masquerade
Whileas these seasons their reasons came then went; but she couldn't let go even after the curtain 
Had rent this page thus drawn ? Which made myself love her even more yet she was hard ball 
Nine innings as determined and whom can blame her this princess of time ? Better a queen..
Pride in a crown with diamonds these jewels, sparkling while Angels smile then whisper ? She my darling
Thought that I was but a mere child this breath it's passing breeze perhaps until, I grasp my Father's wings.


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Of Watermelons On The Vine And Rock Salt In The Pants

 
This story I am about to unfold, is a favorite about my Grandfather. In which he starts out acting very bold, yet ends, running up a painful lather. Down the dirt road, where he lived, when young, was a farmer growing watermelons. Ripe, ready to eat, on the vines they hung. From this patch, the farmer, did sell ‘em. Being a boy with several brothers, who were always doing as boys will do dDdn’t take long, for one to dare the other, to steal them a watermelon, or two. Lo and behold, there went my young grandpa, climbing through the barbed wire fence. While his older brothers all watched in awe, as he crawled through the tangled vines, so dense. He looked around until he found the one, that was the biggest he could carry. Cutting the vine, hefting the melon up, running towards the fence, in a hurry. Well, that old farmer was wise to boys, had watched my grandpa crawl through the field. His double barrel shotgun, he had poised, to make sure, no more melons, he’d steal. The farmer had loaded his own brand of shot, filled with rock salt instead of lead. Grandpa’s backside got peppered as he trot. I think nothing more need be said.
This is my favorite poem because it is a true story about my Grandpa. He was more than a Grandpa to me. He was my Dad and best friend. My teacher and fellow trouble maker. He always called me his "little blue bird of happiness".

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Three Gems on Loving a Rock Star

“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”

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Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy

I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.

In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked 
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.

Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get

but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see

we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.

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The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.
Written by Nancy Jones on the evening of August 6, 2011.
It was inspired by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ and her contest entitled “Three Gems”

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Ode To The Rock Wall

One by one your bones are stacked,
to hold back Mother Nature.
Or as a need for privacy,
a man made stone enclosure.

You turn a graceful curve around,
a walkway or a drive.
At times you are snap-line straight.
A Canvas for artistic eyes.

You end against a building wall,
or with columns as sentinel ends.
At times your left with toothings out,
so you may continue once again.

Be you cottage stone or slate flats,
created of rip rap or river rock.
Your rugged beauty ads some flair
and curb appeal around the block.

You lead the way, block a path.
Keep man out of danger.
You silently stand against time,
a stone faced, familiar stranger.


For the contest:  A Toothful Ode
Sponsored by Nancy Jones

*note.  Toothing.  When a stone or brick wall is left
unfinished, with bricks or stones left jaggered at the end,
so the wall can be continued at a later time.

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Smooth Rock Listener, Daily 20

20: To tramp lightly isn’t enough for a true tramp
Wellness can’t wash old scars;
But you pretend that lightly is enough--
Because the wave washes the top of your toes
During the quiet times by the water’s edge.
The round rocks are smooth listeners.

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He is a Rock in the ocean of life

15th March , Can you remember this day 
“What?” he asked “why today?”
 Our wedding anniversary,
He has forgotten as usual, I laughed. 

Heard these questions thirty six times in the past

Like a peacock he never danced in the rain
No love songs sung no poems delivered
No chocolates or flowers for any birthdays 
Candle light dinners? I cannot remember any dates 

He is a Rock in the ocean of life

He never wipes my tears or cuddles me when I am in fear
But taught me how to hold them back and to be brave instead
Lift me from my fall and kept on an elevator
Paved my path not with gold but with fine sand

Showed me how to cast off the thorns in my path

He is a man of principals, and a walking encyclopedia
Romance is not in his blood, pettiness is his enemy
Gave me everything I need in this material world plus
Security, strength and wisdom a woman to sustain

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Hard Rock Candy Bandit

Hard Rock Candy bandit,
Desperado of the Country Club
Fever pitch daydreams wait in line
For heathen sacifice to your hunger.
Foolish mortals - all of them - to beg...
You are a star triumphant - singer of the latest,
Greatest song...
You are the heart blood of acceptance
On the trigger of your gun...
A natural phenomenon glittering in shards;
A veritable weapon
Pointing towards the Sun.

Glossy 8x10's line the room in which you sleep
And dream of paranormal men..
Await the future dining on erotic violence...
And oh...the dreams...
Hypnotic, languid hours of indeterminate meaning
Where reality has no prescence
But one compelling voice
Raised in anger...

And chivalry is not a word for children
Whom the World would lull to ignorance
While the World caters to the negligent....and the cruel.

Someday this World will know you.
Someday this World will know how real you are to become...
And past the void beyond the last dark dream
Your script awaits completion
....In the bottom drawer of a cherry red spaceship
    Shaped like your favorite car.

And the dreaming...
And the dreams of sheltered sweetness...
They still abide in patience.
    Don't you know, sweet silly child
    Hard Rock candy bandits
    Always win......

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Death of A Rock Star - Jim Morrison

     DEATH OF A ROCK STAR (Jim Morrison)
There's a man all alone and his name is well known
but he thinks all the world is a den
of the poor and the weak and the too dead to speak
for themselves, it's a game they can't win.

He's a little bit high and he'll be til we die
it's too bad that his heart is so black,
but he knows how to sing to a crowd and to bring
out the love that they've been holding back.

It's a game that he plays with your life and he stays
just as long as the music goes on,
and he'll make you to smile if it's only a while,
then he goes where the devil has gone.

All the girls that he's had think it's not all that bad
but the glitter's too much for their mind
so they leave him to sleep where no angel would keep
anyone for there's not one to find.

He could write every word of the songs we have heard
and he's led every daughter astray
to be part of his past and a love that won't last
into light of another new day.

Now he looks for the cause of the reason he was
Though he's died, he's still misunderstood,
but the dream's been too dead for too long in his head
and his heart's turned to stone as it should.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet