Best Clearwater Poems
There is the calm before the rain
It’s almost silent all around
The clouds expectant in the sky
Foreboding birds are homeward bound.
The soldiers stare at looming clouds
There is the calm before the rain
And yet there’s tension in the air
Will all this waiting be in vain?
They know the feeling well enough
The sun gets left out in the cold
There is the calm before the rain
They have to be prepared and bold.
The sound of planes will soon be heard
Torrential bombs will fall again
But ‘til the heavens burst in floods
There is the calm before the rain.
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Inspired by the song “Have you ever seen the rain?”
Sung by Credence Clearwater Revival.
With underlying reference to the Vietnam War.
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Contest: Screwed (Mar 2015)
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placed: 7th
Rock N' Roll Contest sponsored by Kelly Deschler. NA
[Songs Inspired two line haiku
The first line is the name of a song]
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[Foreigner]
waiting for a girl like you -
the wild flower by the gate
[Phil Collins]
another day in paradise -
my love chalice filled and refilled
[The Beatles]
here comes the sun -
furtively she draws the curtain to my heart
[Creedence Clearwater Revival]
have you ever seen the rain?
I was blind to unspoken love
[Simon & Garfunkel]
the sound of silence -
we dance to the rhythm of our hearts
[Lady Antebellum]
need you now -
the rose petals keep falling…down
[A Rocket to the Moon]
baby blue eyes -
heaven reflected in the swell of the sea
[Mary Hopkin]
those were the days
…and then your hand slipped out of mine
[Sting]
fields of gold -
the setting sun ripples on water
[Ronan Keating]
when you say nothing at all -
searching for reassurance in your eyes
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© May 2022
AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder
Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy
Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick
Gun, from Glasgow, Taking on the World
Heart, from Seattle, just have to be heard
Inxs, singing their Afterglow
Journey, from Frisco, under the Bay Bridge flow
Kiss, in make up, after these Crazy Crazy Nights
Loverboy, from Canada, in concert excite
Marillion, prog rockers singing the lovely Kayleigh
Nazareth, from Scotland, singing Please Don't Judas Me
OMD, with their song Enola Gay
Pink Floyd, just let Emily Play
Queen, without Freddie, but their show went on
Rush, from Toronto, three playing amazing songs
Styx, with Tommy Shaw, their blond blue eyed boy
Thin Lizzy, from Dublin, playing Inverness were a joy
Uriah Heep, named after a character by Dickens
Van Halen, with Eddie, and his guitar rockin lickin
Wishbone Ash, a favourite band of mine
XTC, singing Senses Working Overtime
Yes, with album covers, by Roger Dean
ZZ Tops, singing Legs, those legs need to be seen
Curl up with a book's deep reflections
Turn off that electronic device
Stay away from artificial refreshments
And follow refreshing advice
Take a dip in a clearwater lake
a nap in the middle of the day
Go for a walk when you feel stale
Learn to meditate, let your mind sail
What have you got to lose?
You don't want to turn to booze
If you light up a marijuana joint
You'll surely have missed the point
You arrived here all new and all fresh
~ Now live life relaxed and refreshed
i sit in front of window
i see magnificent scenery
brighter than the blue sky
clearer than the clearwater
i hear wind voice whispering to me
it hugs me firmly with its friendliness
passing by me spirit entirely
like spring breeze lodging in soul
so friendly that i feel inner peace
it stops time to cure my inner pain
it brings me to inhale a life
exhale all of scary tales
never have i felt such situation
might i always enjoy this wind
until the end of eternity
most lovely experience i ever have
I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it ,
Three week ends in a row
I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got
Oh shoot! It says I need gas
I won't be deterred
I'll stop at the station
Then it's down the road for me
I've only got 2 hours and 15 minutes
To get to the movie I choose
Can I possibly make it
If I stop for Chinese food?
Which route do I take
Haysville or Clearwater
Think I'll go through Haysville
To see if that old horse is still alive.
Yes, there he is "Poor Old Thing"
And I think I've got back problems
If my back was that sway back
I'd need to push a wheelbarrow to keep my belly in tact.
It's 11:00 o'clock now
And I'm three quarters there
The Chinese place
Is just over there..
If I can eat in 30 minutes
I'll be able to make it
I can take the outer roads
To avoid some of the traffic.
I made it to the movie
And had no sooner sat
When someone sat down beside me
And on my shoulder tapped.
Sitting there beside me
Was grand daughter number 4
She was home from college
And just had to explore.
We did enjoy the movie
As the people followed clues
From the President's Book
To find the city of gold.
As we departed
They followed me to my car
Just to make sure I made it that far..
I sat and read my Christmas Cards
To let the traffic slack
Trying to decide
Which trail home I'd take.
Finally settling on the route
It'd be through Derby town
It was important for you see
This was the closest McDonald and my ice tea.
I arrived home without any fuss
Now Mother Nature I am set
For the new confinement you impose
Of some more Ice and snow.
I know this poem
Seems rather crude
But you see
That happens to be my mood.
Foot Note: Mother Nature got her way. Saturday we had a howling blizzard most
of the day. And it ended with a beautiful red sunset. No Church today and they
talk like more snow and rain for the next five days. And then more for next
weekend. That will be 4 weekends in a row. We call it Kansas weather. And you
wonder why my moody poem.
turquoise waves tumble
softly embrace hot white sand...
each moment’s erased
~*~
6/23/11
Writings moving through me with the Holy Spirit,
Inviting exquisite artistry like Hebrew so I write it automatically,
Transmitted and sent with rugged style of construed truth,
To induce questions within the golden age of the awakening youth,
With the use of visions of visionary proof, bulletproof like Zeus,
Introducing the almighty sources most improved writer produced,
So I invite ya on a journey of tighter constructs so don't run,
Fearlessly aware of rats in this reality so I duck rarely,
Instead face them face to face infallibly and chat,
With Steez like Mortal Kombat fatalities I stomp that,
With comprehensible written abstracts Quincy Mac adapts,
Mindful of the traps that collapse inner wisdom,
A system coded with good and evil,
Skill is needed for survival while traveling this steep path uphill,
Yeah I say it again and again, I dig deep, consuming the blue pill,
Morpheus taught me this and gave me tips within the matrix,
So I resume and bloom from nourishment of the living water,
A human absorber of both order and disorder,
Peripheral sight foreseeing clearly like within Clearwater,
That's productive income seeing over the wall to wisdom,
Positive action is turning away from pessimism,
Preconceived programmed system injected into everyone,
Well done if you truly understand but always question ya perception,
Redeem me so I can know all of the famous knowledge tree,
Lambs feed small bits of bread but become sleepy,
Freely become tired, can't see the deceit so they go to sleep,
Those who feel incomplete question and seek meat,
Unique are those who stand with spiritual physique,
Some taste the meat and retreat because they're weak,
Weakness from removal of oneness so life can't complete us,
Readjust, find love remove and let go of the deception of ego,
Undergo inner self help to find a spirit that flows,
Yes ya heard it from Quincy and the wise throughout history,
It's no mystery that you can have inner mastery,
So head towards the tree that shows you how to see,
You and me have to stop being refugees and start to foresee,
By being a spiritual human being by receiving a healing degree,
So be smarter and good natured at heart,
Embark on the journey out of the dark.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.4.2016
Way down here
In the swamps of Dixie,
Where I learned to dance
With gators grinning,
There’s music like none
You’ve ever heard.
It laces the bayous
In passionate tones,
Enough to make you
Want to move your feet.
There’s more history
In this place
Than you might imagine,
Alive and burning
On the edges
Of modern civility.
It refuses to die,
Won’t settle for living
In the past,
As though it didn’t matter.
This is where
I studied life and love,
Knowing my neighbor,
Sharing the burden
Of cottonmouth dreams
And moss-hidden nights
Beneath sweltering pines.
This is who I am,
As salty as the sweat
Upon your brow.
But the music
Has been silenced,
My people no longer sway
In the humid breeze,
Muted by ravaging winds
And torrent tides.
Drowning in the madness
Of hopelessness,
We don’t feel
Our narrated past anymore.
Now we count
The changes of hours
Marked by saturating grief;
There is only today.
No human should have to bear
These ravages
Polluting our memory,
Yet we are helpless
To prevent
The scars for generations.
Credence Clearwater Revival,
Tennessee Williams,
Affects my blood,
And I cannot forget
Louis Armstrong
Or B.B. King.
Jimmy Buffett,
Harry Connick, Jr.,
And scores of others
Will help them survive.
Till I once again
Find myself
In the House of the Rising Sun,
Until a Streetcar Named Desire
Fills my senses,
I shall mourn,
My tears flooding
The mighty Mississippi River,
To overflowing.
Way down here
In the swamps of Dixie,
Where I learned to dance
With voodoo grinning,
I remember the music,
Taste the brackish waters,
Before Katrina knew me,
And standing below an American Flag,
I think the South
Shall rise again.
The Snow Bird
NIX AVIS
They call me a Snow Bird
But that metaphor is absurd
Letting you know I hate the Snow.
Year round summer only way to go.
Best living in good weather
Withoutt wearing sweaters.
I move South out of winter's reach
And head to our condo in Clearwater Beach.
Condo living is the place for me
With water view and close to the sea.
No grass to cut, no dirt to shovel
Not involved in that kind of trouble.
Car, train, or plane will get you there
But a few things I'd like to share.
Make a list before you arrive:
Early Bird Special closes at five.
Vodka Gimlet and Whiskey Sours
Are cheap drinks during Happy Hours.
Don't forget your Handicap sticker
Will find parking spots much quicker.
Do head North in middle of May
Before love bugs and no-seeums come into play.
Something I almost forgot
Leave Florida before it gets hot.
So isn't life grand
With surf, sun, and warm beach sand?
The way you sound when you roll in,
to feel your granules against my skin.
Your salty smell is magnificent,
I love you with all I hold within.
To walk on you feels like the moon,
to say your name can brighten a room.
Can fix the mood or heal a wound,
I cannot wait to get back to you.
You love the sun and so do I,
to lay with you under blue skies.
Can make all worries go goodbye,
as you sing your soothing lullabies.
One day I will live with you,
then every day we'll share its true.
I know how much you miss me too,
so just hold on,
I’ll be home soon.
When buried bullets of rain are gone
I arouse unto a stunning raw dawn
Where wings of grief suddenly wane
and ebbs of pain no longer remain
for now I embrace this gift of grace
remaining here in this peaceful place
Photo taken in Clearwater Beach, Florida
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Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in
a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps.
Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The
Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable
bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing.
John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and
left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave
thing.
Daddy had a band
Played him a little guitar
Traveled in a van
Livin' that rock and roll
Night after night
People comin' up to the bandstand
Say you can't go wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Creedence song
It was late one night
Cruisin' on down the interstate
Stopped into a diner
To get him some chili and fries
Heard the waitress tell a guy
Standin' over by the jukebox
Hey you can't go wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Creedence song
Well daddy took a shine
To the lil' girl behind the counter
She movin' her hips to the swamp beat
Right on time
Said could he play her somethin'
Over there on the jukebox
She said you can't wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Creedence song
Daddy had a plan
He asked that girl to marry
With a brand new wife
They're livin' on rock and roll
Night after night
She whispers oh so sweetly
Hey you can't go wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Creedence song
Clearwater Beach
did some swimming there
have you ever been there?
Feathered Brazilian brown hair with eyes that match.
Red lips,Skinny brows with mascara thick on each lash.
Skin tone honey roasted cashew.
Body scarred from self harm and all she had been through.
Felonies,misdemeanors and a diploma.
From Great kills,Staten Island to the beaches of Clearwater and Sarasota.
Vodka on the rocks with a splash of diet coke.
Mirror, a straw and lines of coke.
She always made you laugh With every joke.
Even though,Throughout my childhood my mom was an addict.
There is no other women, I would of rather spent my life with.
Taught me how to be ok with surviving by myself.
Showed me some life choices will have you buried or displayed on a shelf.
I’ve learned from all your mistakes. So, I choose love over wealth.
I was born the black sheep to break the family cycle for my own health.
To ensure, I face the life. I try to create with my best self.