Best Historytime Poems
Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
Did you know the king? Did you listen him sing?
Did you hear his heart breaking like daylight
In each song? Did you see him dance, or bring
Your sense to space invisible wounding his flight?
I was thirteen, just walking away from twelve in
Time when dreams lie broken at the white wall
I heard with his brothers five, and saw him spin
The great magician dancing for each curtain call.
Time spanned dust: a five year old sensation rose
In white clouds with black glory beaming rainbow
"Stop the love you save may your own" had expose
The urgency of his soul: the anathema of scarecrow.
O, but who will listen to the artist's pain? Did you
Stop and think that rage could become so beautiful
On stage? Michael sang and still you had no clue
About the hell he was going through. Twas wonderful
How he became the initiator of our reconciliation. O
"You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I’ll be there" they sang, and so
All the while building a bridge between White and Black
"I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I’ll be there" but we doomed forgot
What cities were burning, and what he was yearning to do
The subtext to greatness has an eternal sorrow for plot.
Falling asleep , I had a dream, a timeless dream
A wish for me to go wherever I wanted to
I said the sixties and I awoke to the sound of a Green Tambourine
There were messages in the music
With Dylan crying the times they are a changing
I felt alive again, I could change the world
Camelot in the Capitol ending in tragedy
An unpopular war escalated by big business,
Political turmoil, campus riots, a new movement
A new frontier, a lack of apathy, a sense of purpose
God! To be alive, to protest injustice, to effect change
A friendly invasion from across the sea
John, Paul, George and Ringo, James Bond
Psychedelic beauty with flowers in her hair
Peace, love, brotherhood, a time to sing.
Draft cards and bras burning in defiance
Laugh in, Love in, what a time to be alive.
Young king Tut, time honoured pharaoh
In rage, deaf like the sea, with fires impatience
Boy king worshipped as a God
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Buried with skill not food for worms
But time for him grants a heavier doom
Form:
Time holds nothing
watching it flow
bring to birth
only to see it fade
Time gives no warning
in a moment
everything held dear
becomes ash
Time is a friend
it is also an enemy
bringing an end to it all
Form:
wasting my time and money to help you
i'm not asking for much
just want to smote your enemy
yet you fight me on this tooth and nail
rolling out the big screens on the tank
showing the people what is about to happen
if they don't work on giving us what we want
ready to comit and fully supported
tortured by you for years
and im dead anyway
front row seats for a preview of what happens
when you drop the bomb
when they get the do or die
and the time line of three days
you might be surprised to see how quickly this is going to be resolved
torturing little 9 year old girls
and this sickens me
thousands of bikers im sure agree
if i need something done
it will be free
sleep easy everyone
i deserve to deal this deathblow more than anybody
patronise me for this as a war crime
probably wont be your thanksgiving
when this is over
i plan to take everybody out for supper
unbearable good news
for the pope
the queen
the president
and the emporer of china
thousands of doctors unable to do their jobs
will be happy to know their nightmare is over
get your men out of there
your not losing this war
today becomes yesterday
no more am i taking no for an answer
the world will move on to utopian peace
you were invited
as i wave goodbye
no time to mourn the lost
just another sabath to celebrate
this holy bully completely agrees
three day dead line
or they can all die for the nightmare
they gave to everybody
quite frankly i'm excited for them to get what they wanted
unbearable good news
from your prophet
Come on little children, put your ears upon that shiny silver rail.
You know that train is comin’ and you know this time it isn’t going to fail,
So listen in the distance, you can hear the whistle whining in the air,
So hurry to the station, bring your neighbors, ev’rybody will be there.
This just might be the last old-time train song,
Sing it one more time for you and me,
Kickin’ up cinders down the line,
The engineer, he’s a
friend of mine,
This just might be the last old-time train song.
Hurry to the platform, try to see the train, it’s just a mile away,
And listen to those drivers poundin’, bringin’ back the sounds of yesterday,
The engineer is waving, all the little boys, they seem to know his name,
The station’s full of people, and the train is here, and ain’t you glad you came?
Now the whistle’s blowing, now the fireman’s stoking up a little steam,
The passengers are boarding and I wonder, is this really all a dream?
And is that train returning, or will it be gone forever down the track?
It doesn’t matter, we’ll keep singing, just as if that train is comin’ back.