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In the 1960's the winds of change were blowing
As a generation came into its own
A feeling of revolution was growing
The seeds had already been sown
It was a time of hope and tears
Of the good the bad and the ugly
Of spaghetti westerns so aptly named
Make love not war protests proclaimed
But the war raged on just the same
The Barbie doll was introduced
And Beatlemania was set loose
Platform shoes were riding high
Mini skirts showed off thighs
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon
"This Magic Moment" was a hit tune
Everyone was doing the twist
To rhythms they couldn't resist
John Kennedy was the new president,
And planned to change the status quo
But on a fateful day in 1963
An assassin's bullet found its mark
And left a nation in the dark
Dr King and Robert Kennedy met the same fate
They were both killed in 1968
By the end of the decade we were left with a sad song
"Has anybody here seen our good friends Martin, Robert, and John
They stood for freedom and justice
But we just looked around ....and they were gone"
A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead
inducing a deluge of emotions
moved across thousands of darkened souls
Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart
Strangers like me
To us, you were a friend
we live vicariously through words we couldn't write
thoughts that help us defend
against wolves attacking for spite
we battle predators until the end
paper mache hearts now confettied and contrite
When in need of a voice to understand
you are the poet on which we lean
like a crutch of a crippled, broken man
assisting our stride and making us gleam
Mean pride, through our veins, does pulse
your gift - a gold ingot - exclusively ours
now smelted - our throats convulse
as if poisoned by many whiskey sours
Cancer soiled your beautiful brain
muddied thoughts and took your life
washing future elegance down the drain
freaks are shredded with strife
like targets at a firing range
Suddenly gone leaving the lives bereft
upon which you left your mark
warrior, graciously, exit...stage left
a celestial journey calls to you embark
Created the soundtrack for our misfit lives
making memories connected to your art
our hope that your music survives
thousands of years touching many a heart
A collective "Thank you Neil"
us castaways won't soon forget
how your lyrics and talent made us feel
ghost ride to your garden in the sunset
I had a dream
went to a meeting
in an international metropolis
somewhere in Asia Minor
with Mandella, Bono
Schuller and Lieschke.
Clapton and The Edge
were jamming in the background
Santana just shook his head
heavy matters were decided
whilst Neil Young remembered
to wage heavy peace
Mandella just smiled and
reassured us that no matter what
we must not let fear stand in our way
of carving the road ahead, the road to freedom
Madonna said that the road to hell
is paved with good intentions
and broke into song
yet the harmony sounded more like
don't let fear, don't let fear, don't let fear
intimidate your vision
even if you're blind.
“That’s one small step for a man,
one giant leap for mankind.”
Neil Armstrong
Earth’s planet, moon,
exposed by the sun's reflection,
beams larger than life in skies of contingency.
Likewise, mankind
manifested through his mentor, the Son
gains without measure - spiritual magnitude.
Neil Armstrong’s famous words
after stepping foot on the moon
remind us how minuscule man really is…
Although, the psalmist says,
man was made ruler over the earth...
the moon’s potentate is not specified.
Man on the moon
felt very small, insignificant
yet, left considering infinite possibilities.
Mankind’s ascent to the skies
embraces every person in good time
Creation’s current focus – man’s earthly mission.
Mankind’s highlight
to be the first to claim the moon
as property rather than as God’s instrument.
Moreover, made in God’s image
individual man and corporate bodies
will eventually cease and the moon will be “suspended”.
How majestic is God’s name in all the earth. Psalm 8
It has come to my attention that the moon is capable of growing
green bananas, keeping sheep and goats, but not cows
the cattle emit too much gas.
If we send refugees there and not to Rwanda, they must be
nonsmokers; which surprised me as a packet of Camel was
found by Neil Armstrong, it was planted there by young Putin
to blame the USA.
The Palestinians refuse to settle on the moon and insist
on staying in Palestine despite the Zionist efforts to kill them.
Mind, a day might come when the Zionists have to go
to the moon and build a new Jerusalem in a moon crater.
In the meantime, IDF is tasting their skill in Gaza.
the Buzz, Collins, Armstrong, applause.
first man, there were three
earthlings who were projected into space.
crowded, not of this world
of celebration and glory.
before lights flashing, attention-demanding.
mission impossible, a presser.
to the moon, but dry
in the throat.
watch the hands, fiddling with papers,
sooth-petting. not practiced
in speech; not 2024 peak.
lights out in black box - perhaps
the famous astronauts
imagine they’re back in space,
clear from prying eyes
as they turn attention to the somewhere screen.
In 2024, we’re bored
because we’ve learned to be entertained
at fast speed, not stuttering-suspended
in animation. fine fellows, firsts
paved the way to now - history-bound.
funny photo caused levity,
liftoff of audience lightened
the payload. next up,
Buzz in blue,
looks directly at the crowd,
hands in pounce mode.
fight or flight, so apropos.
Neil continues, more comfortably explaining,
after his two constituents calmed the waters.
later the moon will peer down
in the night sky.
today kids don’t dream
of flight, they fly
effortlessly through the skies
and little Einsteins
is not impossible in their eyes.
but back in 1969
a sleepy me, just 8,
witnessed the first moon landing.
I sent my poem to Supreme Court judge in the US, Neil Gorsuch
He was clear about his personal opinions
"WooW, a first class poem ~ a top winner poem"
Should I trust him, a friend of Donald Trump
I called the Supreme Court judge in the US, Brett Kavanaugh
(I read my poem to him)
"Now, what do you think ... is this a winning poem" ? ... I asked
Brett Kavanaugh replied,"I drank some beer last night and got black out
... harassment, this poem is just crap ... you will get an N / A "
07.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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You Be The Judge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
2nd place in the contest
'You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm getting blown away'
(Neil Young Like a Hurricane’)
his friends had given him their version of the weather report
gale force winds flood warning thunderstorms and destruction
she has done it before is a dreamer addict and rides on a broom
close the shutters put a log on the fire and check the drain pipes
their advice sounded hollow for when a hard rain’s a gonna fall
blowing in the wind may be the better option than dying inside
he had no time for torrential tears and sounded the depth of her soul
filled with emotions as he searched for Atlantis at the shore of her eyes
mesmerised they made love in the beach hut of smooth drift wood
lay on sea grass and pebbles and embraced dolphins and star light
her broom was a sceptre of kindness and wielded naked compassion
passion and lust like a hurricane steadied their minds and cohabitation
calm and tranquil they glowed like the moon waxing and waning
as they sailed on pleasure love joy on winds and growth of change
the roof leaked but did not halt a wild wet and magical passage
of time surrender fulfilment and reincarnation of forgotten treasures
jellyfish sea-horses peace doves and a circling gull gave their blessing
shouted as by law of nature you must spread your wings and fly high
sand caressed their skin and ground away sadness sorrow and doubts
and the beacon of freedom watched over intuition courage and tides
'Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end'
(The Doors Riders on the Storms)
23rd October 2020
Corresponding to the song "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond
When it began,
All those years way back when
All the poets like me, who knew you well
You, touched our hearts
And our hearts felt your warmth
Who'd of believed you'd come along
Hearts, touching hearts, reaching out
Touching us, touching you
Sweet Carolyn, our times never seemed so sad
I've been inclined, to believe it never could, But now I
Think of you gone
Although we're saddened
We can only smile, thinking of you
Although we hurt, and hurting may last forever
We can only smile, hurting for you
Hearts, touching hearts, reaching out
Touching you, touching us
Sweet Carolyn, your presence touched us, clearly
You will be missed so dearly
Rest in peace, our sweet Carolyn
*Dedicated to the very lovely Carolyn Devonshire
May she rest in heavenly peace
Tributes to Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
8-13-2021
The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread
Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead
Suzi Quatro, Styx, Kate Bush
Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush
Freda Payne, The Brothers Four
Dolly Parton, Sandie Shaw
The Jackson Five and Bruce Springsteen
Elvis Presley, Slade and Queen
David Bowie, The Beach Boys, Sweet
Rose Royce, Madness and The Beat
Dusty Springfield, Fox, Nick Drake
Neil Sedaka, Sparks, Greg Lake
Three Dog Night and The Ramones
Pink Floyd and The Undertones
Blue Öyster Cult, The Dave Clark Five
Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Golden Earring, Argent and
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Mott The Hoople, E.L.O
Dr. Hook and Status Quo
Skeeter Davis, Iggy Pop
Alice Cooper, ZZ Top
The Rev. Al Green and Steeley Dan
The Who, The Jam and Steeleye Span
The Monkees, Abba, Cream and Free
Lynyrd Skynrd, 10CC
Renaissance, Blondie and The Clash
The Faces, Love and Wishbone Ash
The Moody Blues, Deep Purple, Mud
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Bob Dylan and The Shangri Las
The Kinks. The Birds. The Doors. The Cars
The Seekers and Roberta Flack
The Drifters, T. Rex, Fleetwood Mac
Tina Turner, Prince, James Brown
..And all the music from Motown.