Best Zeppelin Poems
A lie is like a leaky zeppelin...
patched together with bubble gum breath.
In time it will violently come back to earth.
The earth's heart has a karmic core
thinly wrapped in gravity.
As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans
My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the Waterfront Bar and Grill
As if we were airborne soldiers just landed
But still attached and tangled
To our thumping jumping parachutes
Strings of lightbulbs clattering like teeth above us
Hung from under the Friday night tent
96 degrees even as the day sinks to evening.
The river converts to beer and shots of whiskey.
The catfish are buzzed and jump for joy.
The four member rock band is amped up
With the addition of a mandolin
And plays the entire second side in order
From Led Zeppelin III
But replacing at the end Hats Off (To Roy Harper)
With Hey Hey What Can I Do? as one big set.
Who does that?
We notice there are well-known bartenders
Playing hooky from working anymore
At the drab and deadly chain restaurants
Back in the townships.
We should all follow their lead
And go on strike right now from the boredom of life
Everyone everywhere
Just quit and sit along the Grand River in this sparkling city
But the lead guitarist
He drinks his beers as fast as the crowd
And the bass guitarist tilts her instrument
Vertical to her shoulder
A mother soothing her baby’s back
Swaying her hips in melodic circles
While the drummer and the piano player try to catch up
On beat
So we sing along
Implanting our hands in the dough of air.
Jimmy Page is here.
Sitting alone.
Dressed in black.
Sipping from a tall glass of orange juice.
It’s too hot for flies
So lightning bugs twinkle to the sticky bottoms
Of emptied beer pitchers
Flickering on the table tops
To the night’s finale of Whole Lotta Love
Mixed at the end with Baba O’Riley.
Who does that?
All night
A friendly man at the table next to me
A union bus driver
Who bragged he’d worked enough overtime all year
To take PTO for the entire summer
Flicks his hand against my shoulder
(The same shoulder that has Melanoma growing on it)
Every time the band strikes the first chords
To another rare Zep
With the same look of
Can you believe it?
Apparently, I must have the same look.
OF THEE I WING
Certain people claim that I am free
Ain’t that a god damned gas?
I assure you that being as un-free as me
Is a predominate pain in the a*s
It ain’t right
Restricting my flight
And I’ll tell you who I hold responsible for having grounded my wings
I blame people like you
Who pluck my proudest and strongest feathers
One by one
So I may never again near the sun
Every feather gone with yet another lock and key
Yes, I blame you
For hindering me
You not only block my path
You block the sun
The orb this bird is never, once again to near
I fear
And the pertinent fact is predicated on a predictable preponderance of the evidence
And the fact is that I bother no one when I take to flight
Too long, for you, before the day was dissolved by night
As if waiting fifteen or twenty minutes will avoid some horrid accident of fate
So guard well that path of quarried slate
And make sure to lock that gate
Yeah yeah, I know all about it
I’m wrong in some capacity
Well you can talk ad infinitude
But I will always question your veracity
And remember, you can’t be decidedly deafened whenever a bluebird sings
And thank you very much for wounding my once wondrous wings!
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I'm fluffy brown and very bright.
I'm always there
When you afraid at night.
Just close your eyes
And think of me
One,two,now you see me.
I'm here to help you
When kids are mean
I'm your superhero
When times seem gleem
I will shield and protect you
When you feel all alone
In me you can trust
I will never leave you alone
I'm in your heart that's full of love
Bullies can't see me as I watch from above
Your so special and that is true
Remember ziggy zeppelin
Is always there for you.
So when someone in this beautiful world
Says nasty things to make you feel cold
Just close your eyes and count to three
Ziggy zeppelin is in your heart you see
So you don't have to ever fear
I'm in your heart and always near.
So close your eyes and think of me
My new best friend
Forever we will be.
Light fell upon a wall
And I began to run:
Someone sang about Kashmir,
Of Valley, stars and Sun...
The sound came from a certain
Quarter
But I wasn't so sure;
As I battled down the Stairway,
A voice echoed, "...Evermore"...
And soon enough, I heard one sing
In a fine, familiar tone:
Friends, my eyes cherished this
scene,
Which was a Wonderful One...
Imagine the ecstasy I felt,
When I saw what I saw:
Plant sang some unknown ballad--
I stood gaping in awe...
Yes, he stood squirming and writhing
In total melody;
John and Jones hard at it,
Increased further my ecstasy...
I looked harder to spot out Page,
The Devil, did he look grand
With all his good ol'strings in place
Bless this Rock 'n' Roll band...
With every note they conjured,
A raw pleasure was felt;
I recall how passion surged through
air,
Through blood, and saw me melt...
Melt I did, but before that,
The earth began to shake;
The Dancing Days were over I guess
For I felt a Heartbreak...
Dazed and Confused and dripping
now,
From an Ocean of pain;
All just vanished in nothingness..
....I tried to dream again..
All now was left was a memory that
shone
Of one Celebration Day,
When I saw Gods live on stage,
And common people pray....
Zeppelin flies
To linen azure blue skies
But otherworldly it is prize
Looking like a blimp it is only a disguise
Beyond master of purple in air it soars brilliant
Master of purple being fifth element
With evolution with evolutions’ idea being environmental emplacement
And beyond destiny being first and second element
Beyond continuum force from that point of view
Creates knowledge that must be true
As through all definitions being equal abyss flies the purple hue
As many continuums evolve to master every part of that hue
From point unknown through phantom numbers comes device
That creates genesis that with its power soul will entice
Zeppelin is used to make process precise
Process to form purple masters’ transfiguration his splice
Balance of judgment stands on the side
It is the final right the guide
The glory of energy light filled with pride
That will seal the meaning of bringing the splice hearthside
Hope resounds through my soul pockets as I hear Stairway to Heaven
There is more than one road to get there, the paths pliable like a willow
It is okay to reach for all that glitters, but even the songbird understands
Things change in a blink, so there are other ways to get our souls in tune
Rock and roll is one of them for me, it makes me feel light and lively
Ready to put on my wings and fly whatever direction God will take me
There might be signs on the wall, but they may mean different things
To you than to me, and that is okay, for the stairway is not stationary.
It is pliable, bendable, easy to reach in many directions. No absolutes.
The song gives me hope that even a sinner like me can get there,
Even if I take a less glittery, grittier path, so thank you Led Zeppelin.
It’s been a long time since they’re rock-and-rolled,
but the music still remains what is was,
a broken levee of thunder and sound
so vital that it defies all time’s laws.
A whole lot of love remains to this day,
from those born after the band rambled on,
greatness perseveres, and still has a say,
after centuries, or just ten years gone.
The wailing voice that’s moving through Kashmir,
the awesome page that we don’t want to turn,
thundering drums that could make the gods fear,
still grasps the mind, and make our spirits burn
with heartbreaking memory of true youth,
when things seemed more dazed, but far less confused.
When I was young
We wouldn’t even build the July campfire light
Beside Torch Lake until ten at night
Taking a cue from Led Zeppelin and the sun
That, like us, refused to let go of the solstice sky
We’d go until four in the morning
And by then
The other hand of the sun
Was but a note away on the cosmic clock
Over the hill not far away
The knee-high flames contained within our circle of rocks
Surrounded by the outer bow and glow of our faces
This tribe of brothers sisters and spouses
Shouldered and bending in lawn chairs
Just as now
A third ring formed by our offspring
Sometimes we’re allowed in
Sometimes we’re no longer needed by them
Or wanted
It’s ok
The bonds of blood are layered in years
Like the cycles marked inside a tree
Soon
The northern lights will unveil their green shroud
The nose of Capella pressed to that veil
A small herd of deer will come down from the woods
Their eyes red as embers
Stomping their hoofs
And after that
In the early morning
The last of the Monarchs.
Again and again, and again
to the same riff, I’m a-listenin’
to the best of Led Zeppelin…
‘Stairway to Heaven’
gives me a shot of adrenaline
goosebumps all a-tremblin’…
As the volume peaks, crashin’ and crescendoin’
higher, ever higher, my spirit’s ascendin’
++ November's treasure ++
Mississippi Queen look she's no movie-star
She's always just been the Led Zeppelin swan song
As thin a beam shone bright from a lovers plight
My Moon-beam hits 28 in morrow
She'll say goodbye to that club
Gods in blue jeans spandex was never as cultured
vingt sept
It all doesn't matter if you don't read
Frankenstein's letter
Wait until the worms are all gone
Should be by around quarter to One
Frosted eyes a night light flickers
Saying the moons too bright
The dogs all think we know
Except for the hounds that led you straight down to Hell
Twenty seven
Mortal sleeping city yell
Mirrored images trapped inside a fractured lens
Opening the door for some story to tell
Reaction distraction competitive inimical contraption
Into the minutes where black holes collide
Sent with a message to other alien life.
Treasures explored a life of love implored
Why does it always led to women
And why do I want so bad