There are so many things
from which my inspiration springs.
Heroes rare, who do what's right,
powered by goodness, not by fright
(MLK and Joan Baez) -
what they do, not just what they sez.
Friends, who, daily, monthly, weekly,
find ways to give uniquely.
Nature has a special place,
stirring me with matchless grace,
but, the first place in my heart
is for women and men of art.
Novels, film, painting - I'm engrossed,
but pretty songs do the utmost
to find the fountain that flows within -
my soul's expression to begin.
Art shows me who I am, you see,
and also, what I can be.
Newport 1965
(Or Dylan Goes Electric)
This was the dream concert
folk was at its peak
Pete Seeger, Joan Baez,
Odetta, Peter, Paul and Mary
Bill Monroe, Johnny Cash,
Gordon Lightfoot, Ian and Sylvia
But the prize, the dream was
to see Dylan play Blowin’ In the Wind
acoustically.
The folkie purists were shocked,
the dream had died.
Dylan played Maggie’s Farm with an
electric guitar and their world came
to an end.
when two teams collide
Huskies will win with great pride
with God on their side
Joan Baez sang this great song.
Will never forget it
On YouTube under Joan Baez.
Just pop a dime in the
jukebox; select a song
judge it well to impress;
Jerry Lee, Jimmy H,
Joan Jet, Jungkook!? Jay-Z,
J. Cole? No, none of these.
Joan Baez - Hope I guessed right.
Joan Chandos Baez is an American singer
Eighteen years old, first of the later date
protest folk singers
Famous before Bob Dylan!
Songwriter, musician, and activist.
Folk music of protest and social justice,
in the fields of nonviolence, civil rights,
workers' rights, and the environment
Made over 30 albums
Fluent in Spanish and English,
recorded songs in at least
six other languages
March on Washington for Civil Rights
Supported Cesar Chavez and his
United Farm workers Union
Protested Vietnam War, and supports
homeless veterans
Fundraiser for the Ukraine refugees
Eighty years of age, Joan is still
performing for cherished causes
History will teach us
"The Purpose Of Life" through
the genius women such as Joan Baez.
I Saw The Psychedelic Lights ??
It came through in music
As well as in song
C’mon People Now
Let’s all get along
Love, Peace and Happiness
Was what we did preach
It was our Trinity ??
Our core belief
There was Dylan, Baez
And MLK
Apostles of peace
With something to say
And...
All We Are Saying
Is Give Peace A Chance
Oh...
Let It Be
Our glorious chant
By: Bill MacEachern
02/27/21
Bay area's crown jewel, The Claremont,
Where age 24 Steve Jobs and I talked,
Well, him--as to the future--I was shocked,
The guy aimed high, humble, who want for naught.
An unscheduled stop by a young Prince Charles,
That shook the hands of this Hawaiian kid.
Isabel Sanford's inebriated,
Big Head for A. M. Talk Show With The Stars.
The moment when Chris Kristofferson and,
Geraldo Rivera stuck in the lift,
Then there's Joan Baez mom, a bit of a rift,
Some more late check-in, Waylon Jennings band.
The resort, like San Francisco, midway,
Pearls in an oyster, San Francisco Bay.
***Same hotel where the late Ricky Nelson band stayed with wife Kristin who's actor Mark Harmon(--sister) from the show NCIS, who also visited there, whereto, I have already submitted a sonnet.
Date: 08/26/2019
I am Aztec
I am tree person
Taking refuge under these leaves
Hide me without erasing me
Until being Mexican is easy
cuando sea libre
Not a Baez
Not a Kahlo
America, accept me for me
I am a woman with swollen thoughts
tired words, redundant and rewritten over time
casi libre
We are there to knit together our courage
Woven tight, we are each a Latin strand
Holding one another when we cannot hold ourselves
We have an unspoken understanding
Of the pain we have all endured as a people
But yet create segregation among our own
This world is kind, it’s society who fails
To rationalize their thoughts, their actions
They leave invisible marks that will never heal
Our backs soaked wet in blood not the sea
And we bleed out their words from our eyes
And dry them on each other as we sharpen our knives
I am the gulf and the coast
Ramos by day
Ramos by night
Ramos the familiar Sequoia
Our roots deep in the earth
Soaking up the sweat and tears and bearing salty fruit
Joan Baez Rising Star With A Guitar
Joan Baez was great true rising star,
As she sang and played on her guitar;
My heart touch,
So very much;
In majestic music world went very far.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Emf1O8q80SM
Jim Horn
Her last concert.
Unconventional, they mocked the establishment
Clad in paisley tops and bell-bottom denim,
With a symbol hanging on necks wrists or belts -
An emblem of inverted V , the birth of protest
Where murmurs from unrest gusted through lyrics,
In Woodstock of dreams hailing Baez, Hendrix, Dylan
As flower-power’s youth signaled change…
People of the 60s wrapped in love, not Vietnam rage!
Although experimental, they rallied a quest
For oneness, for a gentler‘ Blowing in the Wind,’
They lived on the streets to ignite an ideal
Which flashed ardor illuminating hearts,
In a kinship which assuaged a decade, lost
To claim their anthem, ‘peace begins with me;’
Embracing a norm with the grace of harmonious light.
For Richard Lamoureux's People Contest
6/6/2018
Entertained While It Rained
Thought of writing poems have entertained;
What I did end up with and still remained
Total nonsense;
Did seem dense;
The presence of my poems others pained.
Jim Horn
Favorite Poets and Singers
My favorite poets are Frost, Rogers and Nash;
Singers always Baez, Kingston Trio and Cash;
To society a boon,
And always in tune;
Even Beethoven if I were to be rather brash.
Jim Horn
I said Lord give me Your guidance and direction,
And teach me way to get through each section
Of life and be sure to show me your special ways;
Never leaving my side while you are my guide;
Lord I never lied and with you do want to ride.
Touched it up a bit if you don't mind.
Terry Johnson
Senth and Wenth
Where have flowers gone will wonder wenth,
And where and when and also maybe sinth;
Going through fields
Which flowers yields
Where I enjoyed picking my tenth hyacinth.
(For doing would I have to repenth
or maybe I have been pretty denth?)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Thought about "Where Have All the Flowers
Gone," by Joan Baez.
Have you ever slurred your words before
then written them down in a poem like this
before?
LIFE'S LIKE A VIDEOGAME by Daniel Baez
Life is partly like a video game,
Except you cannot play again or have multiple lives,
It may be difficult and might have some obstacles in the way
And also, things might happen unexpectedly.
But don’t get stressed when they do,
Try to advance in the game and end in it happily
But once you have made it to the end, you cannot go back.
But don’t be sad while you are still in the game,
Enjoy the game while you're playing
and don’t think of how it will end or when,
Try to stay positive in the time until then.
Don’t skip levels or be cheating in the game.
Don’t lie down and be waiting for something to happen
Instead, try to commit in it and make worth of the game
so you can enjoy it!
Long, shaggy bangs and suntan oil
Attracting the rays through pieces of foil
Transistor radio playin' Beatles tunes
Soppin' the sunshine from morning 'til noon
Soft, summer grasses, the rabbit is loose
Teen Beat in one hand, the other one, juice
Beads of sweat but stubbornness wins
Starin' at summer through dark tinted lens
Time to go in and get dressed for the show
Iron my hair before time to go
Listen to Baez of the war
Yeah life in the 60's, we knew the score
Sit in the Westwood, feet on the chairs
An usher walks in - his flashlight, it glares
Go to the drugstore, buy paint for our face
The hippies are loose, they hang out every place
Get home for supper then head for a bath
Throw on some clothes and go over to Kath's
Get in the car and get ready to cruise
'Cause life in the 60's is makin' the news
I have a peaceful easy feeling
As I sit and write this poem
Comprising 5 old songs
Which remind me of my home
They show me the importance
They teach me with such grace
To get up every morning
With a smile on your face
My youth was filled with ballads
Verses I could trust
And we all know what memories bring...
They bring dia-monds and rust
Songs taught me that my friends were
The wind beneath my wings
To treasure and embrace them
To value what life brings
There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
For me, 'bout sums it up
The hope one feels within
Sometimes a simple sound
Or smell can be so strong
It carries me back light years
To one specific song
And in that song I bask
I know what each line means
Transcended to the past
Dressed in my tie-dyed jeans.
Eagles – Peaceful Easy Feeling
Carol King - Beautiful
Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust
Bette Midler - Wind Beneath My Wings
Leonard Cohen - Anthemn
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