Best Baez Poems

I sat with rum and Joan Baez the other day
Writing up three poems in Bombay
One short  another crooked
Yet not quite a disaster
The other long...

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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...

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I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck...

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How do I say goodbye?
I'm nowhere near ready to let go
How do I come to terms
With the loss of one that I've loved so?

Never did...

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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...

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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...

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A few of my favorite things

A few of my favorite things 

Looking at paintings of Cezanne Rembrandt Van Gogh and Rodin 
thinking of their lives...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many...

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Strawberry flower
incense
breeze whispers
a smell
of indian print
curtains.
North Beach
musk perfumed oasis.

Wind chimes
tickle memory moment
flying down
Grant Street
breeze blowing
blaring Baez beat
on gawking tourists
whose crane necks
turn to see
Me
hugely pregnant.

Poignant ache
memory
through...

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Unconventional, they mocked the establishment
Clad in paisley  tops and bell-bottom denim,
With a symbol hanging on necks  wrists  or belts -
An emblem ...

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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...

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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...

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