Long Guthrie Poems

1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer


Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs,
 or as majestic as a fully leafed oak?
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Would You Recognize Jesus Like Johnny Cash                            ...

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“The Wolf’s Pockets”




Virginia knows 
what’s written 
in the mass of a rock
the heaviness of words
not soluble
anchored to life
that does not float

A Wolf swallows Woolf whole
Hungry for something -
 
“other than”  ;

Submerged, 
what is not...

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Remember when "Suzie" wore her dresses tight 
When Elton John was Singin' 'bout  "Saturday night" 
Singin' bout the rocket man and his old blue jeans 
While Arlo Guthrie sung a song 'bout a train...

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Last Train Runnin’

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The unicorn magician with the slanted eye 
Let out a peep, a whistle, a plaintive sigh.
Alerting two idiot villagers, name of Guthrie and Tie.
That things were changing for the worst, bye and bye

The unicorn magician...

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He’d been on the trail many a month,
When he reached the town of Gulrith,
A mining village high in the peaks,
His named was Wainwright Smith.

He searched the west, looking for
A sister by the name of Henrietta,
Who’d...

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Lamentation

born among the travelers of her day  
she played in the sandpile with Woody Guthrie 
sung in the chorus with Allen Ginsberg 
walked in the way of The Weavers
and bathed in the rhythms of...

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They came from The South, The North and The West Coast
450,000 together for peace and music, half a million at most

Richie Havens inspired all while singing his "Freedom" song
Country Joe McDonald dropped "F" bombs his...

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for Woody Guthrie - born:1912-07-14

brushing up on strokin' guitar strings
twangin' words 'bout work and the land
lyrically political of dust 'n' things
not feared to sing 'n' take a stand

so long, it's been good to know yuh
so...

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Here in Chicago, Illinois the landscape is flat
  No hill or vale to break the monotony
A concrete jungle downtown, surrounded by highway
  Leading to endless cornfields south of the metropolis

The suburbs and exurbs'...

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I made a trip to New York
and surely looked like a dork
staring at the sky
scrapery so high
(and sometimes ogled a nork*)

I took a walk to the dock
heard so many kinds of talk
from seething masses
(and some...

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Bob Dylan is great
And he is real mate

He started out like Woodie Guthrie
But only roughly

He told us the answer was in the wind
He was all so thin

He went electric and creative
It went hectic and stimulative

He...

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I hope to heaven that when I die
I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky
and then upon a dust-bowl cloud
we'll find the grace to sing aloud,
and that the Heavens won't debar
the using of a stringed guitar,
though...

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Purring and Stirring

While my pretty cats had both been purring
Up so much trouble Don Trump was stirring 
For those down and out or no longer hearty
Can go ahead and join the Trumpeteer Party.

Talking about somebody...

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MUSIC  TO   DRIVE    BY

Manitoba.  Dashboard music.  The west ahead.
At last the sun is gone  - relax my eyes.
Kinda   half-dozing,  eyelids  of lead.
Now...

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To my right is Tommy Two-Face
He murdered his wife
He is pleading insanity
I bet he gets life

To my left is Little Lenny
He weighs three hundred and four
They found him with lots of cocaine
I think that he...

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Kalamazoo kids went off to war
leaving giddy gals to go forward in fractured
factories ~from music to munitions
gay guitars would wait until battered boys
came hurriedly home...

or would they wait?

The thought was there but Gibson's gals 
did...

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As a child of the late1940s,
Heard Skiffle, Folk, Rock and Roll
Loved country and the blues
Loved the sound of soul.
Heard, Donegan, Perkins, Presley, 
Make all those blues based hits
Heard Jerry Lee, Buddy, the Bopper  
Guthrie,...

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Listening to the Boss Singing 
The Ghost of Tom Joad,
Imagining the Okies as they
Travelled their Desolation Road.
Word Pictures  by Steinbeck,
Dust Bowl Ballads by Guthrie,
Green Pastures Of Plenty
Pretty Boy Floyd, Doh Ray Mi.

Ecological disaster,
Dust and...

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I don’t get that much time alone these days but I’m not complaining.
She’s at the gym she says but who can say for sure; you know how they are;
But this isn’t about her it’s about...

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It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving,
Despite the turkey meal,
If I missed Arlo Guthrie’s song,
My husband at the wheel.

For every year, Thanksgiving Day,
As it approaches noon,
We find the FM station
That’s all set to play that tune.

It’s part of...

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Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's...

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