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Steamy prophetic poet stepping into his astral plane
Conjugating with the obsessed erect minds of his congregation
Slithering in his wet leather crow-black pants
Tight enough to be skin
Perched on his precipice of passion
To stage the light to his soul
Descending upon the stunned hungry eyes
As he swayed opening his mouth
To the bulging sweltering sound
Of unworldly magnetism
Panting illusions of rapture with hot strokes of each epic note
Projecting his lyrical persona with magic and moxie
Raising the bristles on the bumps
His throaty rhythm penetrating the space
Of an evolutionary animus of love making
Infusing the sensual spices to lay heedless
To this conqueror of reckless sexual energy
Manifesting words that exterminate any resistance
To the ecstasy of the elation
We confess our immoral selves
To love him completely
Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Taken with a wild haired and barefoot
Carefree wandering musician
And this sensational song echoing through my head
Spellbound fascinated mesmerized I remember
The precise moment I stepped into that new world
I had discovered The Doors ~
Hello, I love you, Jim on your tightrope ride
Breaking on through to the other side
It was an easy ride for a wild child
Then when the music's over
Strange days left us waiting for the sun
Leaving us lingering for the Indian summer
My eyes have seen you dancing the soft parade
Checking yourself out of the Morrison hotel
Humming the roadhouse blues down Love street
Compelled to join the infamous twenty-seven club
Like so many kindred riders on the storm
When full circle other voices in unison
Launch to high heavens an American prayer
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on April 26, 2019 for contest WRITERS ON THE STORM sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
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.
"A Morrison Intermission Break"
Morrison Where Art Thou
True Revolutionary mind
I touched her thigh
and death smiled…
Wooh man,
can’t beat that
...well maybe.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Amuse a Muse
https://youtu.be/BPyKnem4fVk
https://youtu.be/pQI8XErzl1M
https://youtu.be/8xgbmDtk2ps
https://youtu.be/jQwiVgvIkDI (v.beautiful)
https://youtu.be/DKSGb4xFnbc
Jim Morrison Poetry Session February 3rd, 1969 (36:48 mins)...love it - fantastico.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGhlnyT5tg8
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Morrison**Literary Influences
**Poetry and film
Doors
How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise
‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of
life through the window and door I suppose of psychedelia and drugs
In a marriage of heaven and hell ‘Baby light my Fire’ perilously casts
a shadow of what became when he hatched through the final portal
unhinged wasted high as an angel the one and only Jimmy Morrison
‘This is the End’ the final curtain which Jimmy painted in words when
brilliance and despair talent and all those voices in his head were laid
to a final resting place and conclusion of a life pruned and cut so short
The end underlined the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’ in its brutal reality
in a world that does not need reality shows to distract from evil in
which Vietnam and the Holocaust are forgotten and history repeated
Jimmy’s father had been an Admiral in the forces and my father a
General had thought that years on the Russian front could be expunged
by joining NATO’s Cold War delusions fighting for Peace with ready guns
My own rebellion has been quite mild rather mellow but I wonder
how close I have sailed to the wind resisted the calls of Baader and
Meinhof have not bowed to the needle avoided full blown opposition
No comparison in talent for sure and I believe that Jimmy suffered
psychosis and I got away with depression but nevertheless in truth
it is the world that suffers from schizophrenia seems to dabble with
Mescaline induced decomposed compositions when true colours are black
‘This is the End’ and ‘Light my Fire’ misunderstood when genocide beckons
Thanks to Rockabilly being wed to R & B,
History changed drastically when Rock became mainstream.
Elvis crooned and moved his hips. Girls began to scream.
Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire – sang out Jerry Lee.
Old folks didn't like to think that Rock was here to stay.
Little Richard, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens: Color didn’t matter.
Drifting into Swinging 60’s, new styles had their day.
Even those who sang Folk Rock got a lot of chatter,
Not to mention Britain’s Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
A lot of singers made it big, at times inspiring clones.
Getting high on LSD went along with Psychedelic Rock.
Era-ending were performances at famed Woodstock.
Oh, how tragic was the loss of Hendrix, Joplin; Morrison too.
From then on, Rock kept changing as its fan base grew.
Memories I have as best are from the early Seventies.
Ubiquitous were bell bottoms, and you could still see hippies.
Singles of Kinks' "Lola," the Eagles' or 3 Dog Night's songs, and more
I’d go out and buy. I also liked some Soft Rock like Badfinger or Bread.
Colorful was my world. Then Disco came. The 70’s was dead!
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
silence amidst the din of existence
colors hold no warmth
dawn only brings time moving
watching the children in the park
lost in the joy of playground entertainment
the future has a secure ambiance
a smile wanders across my face
it is a painting hanging in a gallery
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
there are no real mysteries to life
only answers in the cauldron
then you walk into the room
and the enchantment in life returns
as Van Morrison wrote
have I told you lately, i love you
conveys the deepest love we share
the breath of Creation
Oregon 9/5/26
i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up or down
yet they never vary in their species
the sun rises in the East
the full moon is gravid with romance
birds innately build nests without a blueprint
nary a lesson, born with their own song
all of these things point to a natural order
of what is and meant to be
that which is tried and true
what has worked thru the ages
what most of all endures
when i am holding you
my arms feel filled beyond measure
everything in this world is where it belongs
i love you because i belong with you
as does the evening's song to the nightingale
come morning the lark's duty to sing dawns' glory
the roosters claim upon the rising sun
a mockingbird's mating call fills the darkness
i see the natural order that surrounds my life
i never feel a reason to wonder why
you belong with me and i with you
the Earth and Moon, lip to lip
in a celestial dance, lost in each others' gaze
insouciant to a surrounding universe
it is said that if you never had a question
you will never need an answer
and when i look into your eyes
i never see a why i see every reason
of why i love you
9/18 Kismet
There's a love that's divine
and it's yours and it's mine like the sun
And at the end of the day
we should give thanks and pray
to the One, to the One
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there is no one else above you
written by Van Morrison
from the song
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You
Australia was zerocovid,
with quarantine and tracing set up too.
That kept the virus at bay.
But too many people were coming into the country,
It was only a matter of time before the virus broke away,
from HQ into the community.
Scott Morrison wanted to open the borders anyway.
He done most of the damage.
He wanted to dish out orders again.
So he gently pushed Gladys Berejiklian,
To let the virus out into the community
And go for some sort of vaccine herd immunity.
He tricked all the Premiers too
"Use your powers to mandate"
feel that power, feel that energy
Well, Daniel Andrew jumped straight into the lake
He made a bloody big mistake
Then he tries to mandate
Daniel Andrew set Australia on a path
From which it can never recover
There is no turning back the clock
covid zero will be lost, lock stock and barrel
Annastacia Palaszczuk will make the same mistake.
For Gawd's sake they have sealed our fate
The other states will follow soon
Tasmania, SA, and NT too
I keeping thinking it must be a full moon
For tourism, for wealth and for prosperity they said.
But they forget about health and med
let it be clearly said
Western Australia does not have to follow
But probably will
Which makes it a bitter pill to swallow
Mark McGowan is mandating the vax
In a state with zero covid
for sake, en relax
Music Memories
I am flipping through my LP’s and forty-fives. Long ago memories captured for posterity. I look at the cover art, lost in today’s digital world. As I go through them, I think of the artists and musicians who crafted this wonderful music and were an escape from a troubled existence:
Simon and Garfunkel—The sounds of silence have caught up to me
Robert Zimmerman—That great poet-You ain’t agoin’ nowhere
CCR-dancing with Willy and the po’ boys down on the corner
The Guess Who-Randy Bachman and his love for American Woman
The Temptations-David Ruffin crooning about his girl
Steppenwolfe-Taking that magic carpet ride
The Doors—Jim breakin’ on through to the other side
Warren Zevon-watch out for that werewolf in London
Country Joe and The Fish—It’s one, two, three, four what are we fightin’ for
Brewer and Shipley—sittin’ in a railway station one toke over the line-Ah
Mick and the Gang—Rollin’ them tumbling dice while he struts his stuff
The Beatles—Rocky Raccoon fallin’ into his room
The Band---Gotta’ get back to miss Fannie she’s the only one
Sam Cooke—Glad I’m not workin’ on the chain gang
Cat Stevens—It is time to make a change-Father and Son
The Who-smashing guitars -Does mama really have a squeeze box?
Zager and Evans—Cant wait for the year 2525
Van Morrison—I love my Tupelo Honey
CSN—Too bad Joni didn’t make it to Woodstock?
Otis Redding-was takin’ it easy sittin’ by the dock of a bay
Don McLean-remembering his idols-the day the music died
Ricky Nelson-discovered you can’t please everyone-gotta please yourself
Peter, Paul and Mary-Puff the Magic Dragon was not about drugs-yeah right
Where has all of the good music gone, a long time passin’