Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful?
A record listened to with such incessance
Its needle scratches and wobbles
Becomes desperate new notes for the melody?
The song unrecognizable to the listener
Without its own personalized warp
From a thousand roundabout journeys?
Try
Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament)
Or their Ogallala
Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words
Or St. Vincent’s Smoking Section
All these songs make me turn my head
And cry
When I’m around others
Otherwise if I’m all alone
I stare ahead in stoned silence
No Expectations is another
Mick and Keith say that day in the studio
Was the last time
They ever saw blurry-eyed original Brian Jones
Alive
Bent over his guitar with his steel finger slide
Finding and gliding his long long regrets
Up and down his bent strings
As the boy watched his peace of mind packed up
For the last time
Adding his own final warped words
From a piece of steel to carved hollow wood
His swan song for the Stones
That Keith and Mick thought they wrote
Made his own
Immortal
And beautiful.
Tomorrow is Election Day
Hurray!
No more attack ads
An end to hyperbolae
and unproven accusations...
We'll throw out a few bums
Elect some new ones
Two years later ~
They'll all beat the same drums
Hip, Hip, Hurray!
January 1 is New Year's Day!
Is it special in any form or way?
Is there anything special in the Heavens to see?
--Not there that I know of, or under the sea.
The day is not marked by significant event;
Not by Christmas, or Easter, or the Six Weeks of Lent.
Yet perhaps we've a 'clean slate' at the start of the year?
Tell me: Does yesterday's baggage poof! disappear?
And is everything really so new and so fresh?
Did we empty and burn all of last year's trash?
Now, the Chinese and Jewish New Years have real meaning;
But January 1, alas, seems a tad overweening.
--Oh, hang all this negativity! Enough of this rot!
I'm goin' out New Year's Eve; January 1's all I've got!
Look inside the box
Find the sound that knocks
Like the wave when it crashes
Like the lightning when it flashes
You can't hold it,
but you can get it
Get to know what's there
Bring it out, bring it here
Endlessly, effortlessly
Keep working like a bee
Keep trying, you'll see,
A marvelous light
A treasure of day and night
Here is the box
Here; stay some BOOKS!
Bring them to Life
Bring life to Life
Feed your soul
Spread them all
Get out from your bubble
Find someone to cuddle
Like a nightingale
Tweet and fly,
Share your joy with the sky
Hurray!
It is simple
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Blackmatta
Contest: In The Library
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Debbie's birthday
Hip Hip Hurray,
all ku no play
National ku day!
Hip Hip Hurray
gift some haiku,
National ku day
I write,you too!
Gift some haiku
chocolate no more,
I write you too
one,two,three,four!
Chocolate no more
cake of haiku,
one,two,three,four
haiku in a queue!
Cake of haiku
mind your syllables,
haiku in a queue
how many candles?
Mind your syllables
not less not more,
how many candles
behind the back door:)
Not less not more
must be perfect,
behind the back door
dump all mistakes!
Must be perfect
all ku no play,
dump all mistakes
Debbie's birthday!!
© kash poet
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*Wish You a Very Very Happy Birthday Debi.
Placement:1st; (September 2012)
Contest: It's My Birthday
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
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