Long Rockers Poems

I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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Eric Clapton (born March 30, 1945, in Ripley, Surrey, England)
British guitarist who influenced rock.
Later became a famous singer-songwriter.
Clapton was born to a teen mom and a Canadian WWII soldier in England.
His grandparents mostly raised him.
He...

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The casement creaked under the scrutiny of darkness

A lonely candle flickered to the tune of one single log

Unhinged she sat where darkness fell upon her face

Which had grown cobwebs and spider lines over time


It was...

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My past,
part of this present,
yet not desperately all
or I live too mortally
in our past;
still breathing
heart beating
but no other present signs 
of hopeful life.

Just so,
this present
part of our future,
yet not all,
Or we have already died
without our...

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His silhouette lines up with his preacher stretch.
He points with avid attention to the throne of God.
Though he stands, his skinny knees are bent.
He’s in the trenches with his armament.

The congregants in the old wooden...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured...

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With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made...

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Why are they marching this is what the question is on everyone's mind today! 
Why are they marching? 
To show that things can be accomplished in some other way! 
Why are they singing and standing...

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the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away 
      don't know where the hell they are

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Imagination
( you are never too young or too old to put your imagination to use)


                 Imagine the concert

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Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green...

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SAGEBRUSH RANCH

holding his small hand,
jumping up and down,
in the silver box —
a playground with mirrors
and three buttons.
people that look like us
are all around.
when the box is full
they disappear.
the ding-ding sounds
and doors part ways,
as we exit...

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the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away 
      don't know where the hell they are

       ...

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The Steely Shooters are coming to town to play us some of their hits,
They used to stand like gods to us before they called it quits.

That was twenty years ago but now they are back...

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One love, for those who have been diagnosed with the 21st century dose. Those cats’ gangster ways sent many to early graves, but out of the street ashes a slick culture rose. Regardless of the...

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Sad news today, February 6th in our year 2011
To "The Great Gig in the Sky" sell out in Heaven

My favourite blues rock guitarist, Mr Irish Gary Moore
Joins the "Midnight Blues, "Too Tired" no more will...

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Grammie’s Basement

A quiet place of rest covered with the dust of decades
Where wicker chairs of discarded summer days
Sit with tangled strings of Christmas lights on their laps
Alongside ornaments of glass so thin a whisper shatters...

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Damien's fire.
Burns within.
The original sin.
The rockers taking.
In music making.
Loving the guitar.
Songwriting by far.
Playing for the ages
of fire breathing pages.
Unleashing lyrics beasts.
Strumming,
before those drums.
Of a life coming undone.

Rock on, Sinful baby.
Make the world go crazy. 
Whip...

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She sinks into her threadbare cushion
on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily
placing her thin-skinned arms
cold to the touch upon the arm rail
darkened from the oil of her skin

Creaks and moans play a tedious rhythmic...

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Still, my voyage to the Capital
A city whose other name rocks with “Aso” 
On the rock, yet in the capital 
The ruling vampires swim in affluence
They are the upper rockers,
The middle rockers strive to climb...

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Anybody on this road we're on
Ain't nobody wants to be alone
Everybody's trying to make it home
To somebody
Sunflower, we're not in Kansas now
It's a new life down in Alabama
God gave us a little white house

Baby be...

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AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder

Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy

Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick

Gun, from Glasgow,...

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Australian Rockers
Sydney boys
Man could they Rock
In Whole Lotta Rosie's Eyes
 
But one member 
Was the glint in her eye
The singer, Bon Scott
Rock n Roll ride
 
Their rhythm of love
Was the best he said
This titular woman
Rocked...

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Pictures in My MInd
My granddaughter sits tall in the saddle
on a white horse she calls Shadow
My grandson struggles to ride his bike 
the first time with out trainers
Three year old James flies by on his...

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My Boyfriend is, the Cat’s Meow, a Fat Cat.
He stays Busy as a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, think of that..
He says the way I look is like: “Two Tom Cats in a Gunny...

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