… I see the bad moon a-risin'
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
… Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
… I hear hurricanes a-blowin'
I know the end is comin' soon
I fear rivers over flowin'
I hear the voice of rage and ruin
… Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise, alright
There’s A Bad Moon On the Rise CCR
Nature’s Revenge
We have spilled oil
and dumped garbage on the ground.
We have left tons of junk in space
and paved over natural habitats.
We have put toxic chemicals in the water
and spread our cities far and wide.
We have multiplied for so long more
than 8 billion of us cover the earth
spreading and consuming like bacteria on a
petri dish.
Like that bacteria we too will consume all
resources and leave nothing but toxic waste.
Perhaps nature will take its revenge.
The dust devils keeps blowin around
And I keep hearing the same old sound
I’m not a stranger on my own land
The soil under my feet has my blood mixed in the sand
There’s no other place I want to be
Australia my country surrounded by sea
It doesn’t matter when my family came
And for the sins of the past I do not share the blame
Let’s stay together as one
And celebrate our freedom so hard won
The world should know we are Australian
Forever now and in the future at no-one’s command.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Hard FOOT SOFT SOUL Dedicated VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #2
Hard foot soft soul
Oh, you gotta go
Hot foot soft soul dance
Hot axe bop step in chance
Hard foot soft soul
Plays as you step cool jazz
Hard foot hot soul
Man seize the night play the axe
Cool is the jazz
Setting episode of the angel dance
Drumming beats
Percussion sweet
Pirouette quick turn and run
Man in the corner blowin the horn
Bridge fusion beat music arpeggio (give me some)
Hard foot soft soul
Oh, you gotta go
Hot foot soft soul dance
Hot axe bop step in chance
Hard foot soft soul
Plays as you step cool jazz
Hard foot hot soul
Man seize the night play the axe
Hard FOOT SOFT SOUL
10/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Dedicated VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #2
The sun smiling from up high,
Radiantly spewing rays of light across the sky
A breeze, a melodious breeze a-blowin',
O' Bird, just a-flyin' and a chirpin'
There must be something besides love
Another good topic for a poem
Perhaps I'll write about nature and stuff
And the chilly winds a-blowin'
November in Canada has that nip in the air
That foretells of the season ahead
For those that are into those winter sports
Bet you're can't get it out of your head
Well maybe when I was a very young'un
Snow time meant barrels of fun
But this guy's quite old and crotchety now
Snow means falling on me bum
Can't wait for spring just six months to go
The months can't go by fast enough
Perhaps I'll hibernate just like the bears
Then wake up and brush of the dust
Don't get me wrong, I'm Canadian eh!
It's the law, I'm required to like winter
They could lock me up, throw away the key
It's also against the law to whimper
(sniff!)
Sweet-smelling Georgia pines,
A whispering wind a-blowin', suspending time.
Chickadees and sparrows frolicking atop,
This cold Coke I think I'll pop.
California Dreamin…
Momma Told Me Not To Come
By The Time I Get To Phoenix
Will Anybody Really Know What Time Has Spun
Hotel California…
Its Chain Gang wearing thin
Searching for an American Woman
Blowin In The Wind
Bill Bojangles Robinson…
preaching Fire And Rain
New York’s A Lonely Lonely Town
dragging Ball And Chain
Summertime Blues and Porgy’s drowning…
Riders On The Storm
Layla kisses Judy Blue Eyes
Stairway To Heaven scorned
Woodstock and a Big Bear Scrambler…
Who’ll Stop The Rain
Don’t Think Twice this Hard Day’s Night
Eli’s Comin again
Hey Jude, Moondance is calling…
It’s Too Late says Ms. King
Yesterday’s Hound Dog barking Crazy
—the Purple Haze begins
(Rosemont College: June, 2022)
New June bug day risin
Pancake fryin smell
Outside yo window
To the kitchen down below
Curtains blowin in the breeze,
Leaves on treetops swayin
All I’m sayin is
What comes a day
Bein born
Is all you need
When you a child
In this big old world
Gots love and love and
Mama’s love some mo
Don’t matter bout clothes and shoes
Those South summer blues
That you too young fo
Alls about fishin, wishin,
And grinnin with yo best friend
Deep end o’ the delta
Skimmin stones
That ain’t no arrowheads anyway.
All you ain’t got
Is all you ain’t needin
Only chore what matters
Is spring seedin
And penny-pulled
Tobaccy runnin
Old man Tom’s place
Outside o’ town
Once a two week
Piece a plug
Penny earned
For candy and
Man that’s sweet!
Heaven aint’s so far for walkin
When you’s walkin in bare feet
Down by the delta
In the dusty dime store town o’
Willacoochee
how's love is eternal
that these men suffer
from the lack of love
that those who would or wish to love
would love if not hindered by those
who wish these men to be unloved
like nights the days precures'
the evenings
that mornings come from
the resting if allowed to rest
those awakened we are bothered
his nose smelled the food cooking while he was sleep
she had peeled 8 pounds of apples.
They were kept fresh by the juices of lemons
sugars simmered with cinnamon and nutmeg
the butter melded : and fused the aromas
of whisky, apples, and butter
cobined with the deliouis cookie type pie crust!
she told us " any stress outside of a relationship, is that of the devil" !
I come before with my heart open
I see in the horizon storms blowin
Now sunshine burns the mountain
And the river rides the moving waves
Fill up those minds with Godly thoughts
Agape love nether borrowed nor bought
natural heart
Amen
6/25/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
We do not listen as before anymore
Emotions that occur when the music plays
Supertramp - "School" or
ABBA - "S.O.S."
a pulsating drive
Bee Gees - "Stayin 'Alive"
Bruce Springsteen - "The River"
Kate Bush - "Running Up That Hill"
the sound of the best
The Cure - "Friday, I'm In Love"
outstanding electronic dance music
Edwyn Collins - "A Girl Like You"
total enjoyment of life
Bob Dylan - "Thunder On The Mountain"
George Michael - "Fastlove"
with harmonies to die for
A wave of amazing artists
«Peace, Love and Understanding»
«Flower Power», colorful, patterned and floral clothing
Marijuana, which gave a distorted reality
A clear rhythm mark
"The King of Rock'n Roll" - Elvis Aron Presley
Bob Dylan: - "Blowin 'in the wind"
Fly like a white dove
If she/he got his first kiss when Beatles sang: "Let It Be"
or grew up with Janis Joplin in the speakers ... woow
"Well, feeling good was easy"
Oh, heaven and stars ... we will never forget
05.06.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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ROSARY
Off the North Atlantic Ocean
it's a cold wind a' blowin,
and a rubescent a'glowin
from the rocks by the sea.
There's a lass and she's been playin
with the thought of her not stayin
in her life--and she's cryin',
as she does her rosary.
Keepin count with her prayers,
every mystery of Jesus on her mind,
but she wants not to be leavin',
if she'd never ever seen
just a little bit of reason, j
ust a little love to find.
Off the North Atlantic Ocean
she could see where she's a'goin,
from the Bloody Foreland's rocky coast,
and down into the sea,
every prayer she's a'breathin
tells her why she's a'leavin'
from her life. That she's dyin',
as she does her rosary.
Keepin count with her prayers,
every mystery of Jesus calls her on,
and she wants to believe Him,
in her time of greatest need,
But this Celtic girl is too far gone.
Too far gone.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Baby don’t you stay with me,
Baby don’t you go
Baby what you get from me,
what you got to show
Baby get away from me,
Baby don’t you go
Baby why you hangin round,
Baby don’t you know
Baby don’t you stay with me,
Baby don’t you go
Baby there’s a whistle blowin,
callin sweet and low
Baby stay away from me,
Baby don’t you go
Gotta hop that mornin freight,
Baby—don’t you know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
On All Hallow's Eve,
The say can be seen,
A figure alone and forlorn.
It prowls the high steppes,
Of Old Widow's Peak,
Mysterious, but meaning no harm.
The story is told,
Of two lovers of old,
Who pledged to each other they'd cleave;
But he had to sail out,
At dawning's first light,
Returning on All Hallow's Eve.
A storm came a-blowin',
And waves came a-crashin',
And soon not a thing could be seen.
He knew she'd be waitin',
So without hesitatn',
Headed home no more to be seen.
Now each year on the peak,
Her vigil she keeps,
Faithful to her dying day.
And as she stands waiting,
Her true love comes sailing,
Back to her arms through the grey.
Once more they're united,
Even death could not part them,
For love conquers all, this is true.
They'll play out this scene,
Forever it seems,
True love doesn't die, it continues.
So my friend never fear,
If you should come near,
And see that of which I speak.
It's two star crossed lovers,
Who come to each other,
The specters of Old Widow's Peak.
MY LIFE
My life is so out of balance tears run from my eyes
and run like fresh rain from a window pane.
My life is out of control like a tumbleweed blowin in the wind
just traveling in any direction I'm not sure of my destination.
My life I spend running from one hand to the other
leaving chaos and pain for another trying to figure out
which heart will love me forever.
My life, I ask one question?
When will I stop running and causing so much pain
my life is like water going down a drain.
Lord please, help me pick the right person
the right heart and help me understand
how to tell them apart. Just let me have that fresh-start.
By
Rowdy
Yates
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