Best Morrison Poems
Take some applause, for the message that floored
The propaganda 2020... 21.. You stood tall, and spoke
Loud 'Ulsters son stood unbowed' you could not be cowed'
As humanity by power was defamed,l.' amidst false agenda
Out on a bender, as so called experts called surrender! yet you..You!
Stuck to your truth, its really plain.! so there is no day in
Court, reality has denied swann 'any rort?' And real truth has
Been shown; as not lame..' one more thing 'to be sure'
I'll put this on your door.. Van the man, standing tall'
For the people again.' He's preformed his greatest gig through false spin, all the lies' and all the pain.!
Jim Morrison Slammed The Doors
By Rick Rucker
Jim, I think all of your fans knew,
That we would not long have you,
In this life, you had a blast,
You just blew up too awfully fast,
If you had become that Film Director,
Perhaps the studio would have provided you a Protector,
Someone who wouldn’t let you do,
All the things that finished you,
Something tells me that you wouldn’t have listened,
So they put you in a box that glistened,
Buried in The City of Lights,
One of its most famous sites,
You told us how you loved Life,
Ironic, in view of your daily strife,
Your constant turmoil, and lack of sleep,
The crazy schedule only you could keep.
You were the spokesman for our generation,
To express our exasperation,
To tell the rest to wake up, and live,
To always find a way to give,
More than seemed prudent, or sound,
But that you had found,
That Life is ever moving by,
The best that you can do is to try,
To grab some for yourself,
Before you are in an urn, on a shelf!
We are all asking why,
Someone who lived so much, had to die,
I finally believe I have the handle:
It is something about both ends of the candle!
The double-ended candle's fire,
Did become your Funeral Pyre!
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
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
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
The Morrisons had a baby boy
Marion was his name
But in the future he would change it
Cause he was destined for World Fame.
He would have a larger-than-than life image
A distinctive voice and walk
He would become an enduring Icon
Folks would listen when he’d talk.
Duke is what friends would call him
He would stand six feet four
He would epitomize masculinity
When he walked in through the door.
He appeared in various types of movies
But Westerns were his best
It was those most folks relate him too
Although he was good in all the rest.
He had a legendary presence
which to me reveals
How He symbolized and communicated
Americas values and ideals.
His lineage was Scots-Irish
And now I will explain
The legend that I’m speaking of
The Duke, of course, John Wayne.
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
Behind the polished brass and red cedar
She lifts the florescent bottles and glasses
At her own classy pace
She’s earned that right by now
I understand well
Her beauty a galaxy
Bundled in dark space of the Miami hotel bar
She’ll not be rushed
To chop blend mix slice our Moscow Mules
Folds her arms
Reads the mantle of faces like unfinished portraits
Propped to her easel of cleavage
Makes me read her mind
I like the game
I think she does too
She’s heard a dirty poet’s lonely old thoughts
A thousand times over
At least lust pays attention
Tips well
Passes the night time game of shells
My eyes sit on elbows
Following her Brazilian-French silhouette
Like wind atop the Eifel Tower
Mardi Gras in Sau Paulo
I’d like her to take my hand
For a long autumn walk
To find Jim Morrison’s grave in Pere Lachaise
Ask her name
Strike it like a match
Steal the bourbon
Left on the Lizard King’s sad defiled headstone
Ask her what she really thinks.
Old Mayor Morrison was so hep
And was filled with so much pep
He knew where the cars should run
That was DeLesseps Morrison
He swept the city clean
Do you know what I mean?
Building playgrounds and parks
NORD athletes making marks
But Governor he'd never be
Pelican State would never see
So he became a loyal diplomat
And we all knew that was that
Since he always wanted to go higher
One day he hitched a ride with a flyer
The little plane then crashed
Leaving all his hopes dashed
hello mr morrison
tell me, are the indians
that you saw when you were young
still on that dusty road?
did one take control of you
spirits now are one, once two
after that the arrow flew
and "squirming like a toad"
the brains of thousands tuned to hear you speak
the poet, philosopher and the tweak
the genius but never the geek
is welcome in my abode
i idolize the lizard king
let the long lost trumpets sing
love, despair, unholy things
found in his lost odes
resting in a grave in france
lucky me,i got the chance
to see him rest, but at a glance
on a motorbike he rode
to make a future lost as gold
COCOON (A Rock Song)
I do appreciate your being here
But one day soon you know I'll disappear.
And when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.
I know you see someone you think is me.
But nothing's really what it seems to be,
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.
Bright light.
Never ending white light.
All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
It's not that I don't care, you know I do.
And you can feel it, when I think of you,
and when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
This rock song I wrote came from 2 sources/muses of mine, one of the from Jim Morrison, I believe it pretty well described sort of in his own words, how he felt about our world, the other from Maya Angelou, one of my own favorite poet mentors.
Silently wafting through the night air,
He hovered like the wildest bird,
He breathed the love that massaged our soul,
Seeped through our insanest world,
And it’s not leather jeans, jacket or shirt,
Not the Oxford, Twill or Plain weave,
But rather the way he sang what he sang,
When he wore who he was on his sleeve,
The enigma, a puzzle, a new force of nature,
He sang what the world needed to hear,
Light my…Love her… People are strange,
And, like the words, he’d then disappear,
Jim was the first before thousands of firsts,
Showed the rockers how they should behave,
With Jimi and Janis in the twenty seven club,
In Paris in a beautiful grave.
Written for Chantelle Anne Cooke contest "Writers on the Storm", 3rd May 2019
George Ivan Morrison
the singing Irishman
really earned his money
my favorite song is Tupelo Honey
Kindred spirits arises.. It is above and beyond. Beyond each and all of us. It is what truly sets the stage for our own bliss. He was an unusual individual.. As he was intelligent and larger then life in his era. An era that was unforgettable. His era filled with many changes of peace, freedom, the arts.. Creative forms of the arts. Painting, sculpting, writing music.. A fascinating poetic time indeed, along with the deep mysterious music that our very own ears feasted on. He allowed us all to celebrate hypnotic yet amazing music. Music that he could only create. Poetic lyrics often filled the air and our senses. Followed by our entire being becoming mesmerized by all the bliss. He was completely submerged and intoxicated with deep, untimely, passionate words. Writings that captivated the mind, body, and spirit. During that magnificent era, only he could captivate many crowds of which were captured in a hypnotic state. He stood there like a statue.. With the brilliance and captivating movements he gestured quite frequently. Standing tall with poetic words. When he sang his songs, his soul was present as to show us it is.. One's soul/consciousness is always present.. Though at times we don't perceive it.. As we tend to forget.. Whom is this brilliant human work of incredible art? James Douglas Morrison, known as Jim Morrison.. Lead singer and song writer of: The Doors.. Sweet Jim had a short physical life.. Though his life was cut short, he managed to show us the true melody of words through his music. Many had a deep and profound connection to Jim. Sometimes not being aware as to why.. What was Jim's message? Fear not what is in your heart and soul. It is inside all of us.. Do not be afraid.. One can express one's self.. You are here to remember.. Remember who you really are.. As our kindred spirits will always continue to arise.
Flameout…… remembering Jim Morrison
Dreams run into the wind
Sending waves crashing into flames rising
From the oil burning on the brains of skyscrapers
Selling shares of forgotten songs
Lost in green pyres of greed
the safe shore, just out of sight
……. The safe shore
Just
Out
of
sight
A poet and songster short lived with
powerful visions brought out
In lyrics styled with music
that tells of wisdom surpassing
his time of life and death
by drugs and alcohol his escape
short life but bright spirituality
engaged his talent with rage
delivering his mind to end
Jim Morrison and the Doors