Long Santana Poems

"Now when we showed up...
There it was, a professional set...
A huge Hammond B-3 Organ..
(King of all Organs..same as used
by Santana at Woodstock, etc....)
500 pounds of growling power...
Something I'd never seen up close...
With huge spinning Leslie...

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Sound Check

At five this morning
I opened the drapes
There was a little
Blue bird perched
On the white railing

He did not move
Holding a peanut
While I was singing
Santana

Picturing Santana
As I had seen him
At Grant Park
Wearing a blue 
Bandana 

And...

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To a rhythm my feet were moving.
Left, right, T.A.N.G.O.
Moving at a pace full of life and spirit.
A willing partner I had.
Twirl, pause, five steps always ahead.
Stamp and up he holsters me.
He was best with the...

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RATTLESNAKE HILL
Meshoppen Township, Pennsylvania
					
Every high summer has a magical day
when the forests and fields are impossibly
green, bathed sun-up to sundown in a 
yellow-gold light made lazily kinetic by
high-soaring hawks, busy beavers and bees, 
the ever-cautious...

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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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Word Lyric #9 for Music

“Testimonies of Old Hippies”

We are still traveling by the speed of mind,
We’re the old freaks, and survivors of the great Be In,
Winsome hippie girls, now old and still kind,
Play pan flutes...

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He fans his cards out with a poker face
Going all in he hopes to win a straight
He needs the dealer to pull out an ace
He knows the score and he relies on fate
He's sweating heavy...

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Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
  
Her hips did all the...

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No one gave me power, no one gave me pride, 
No one gave me sympathy, to make me feel alive, 
No one gave honor, no one gave me fear, 
No one gave me tissue, to...

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There I stood, flushed: gripping
a  diaphanous pelvis of his guitar, 
he rips a pulpy drool of velvet notes…
glossy under a roulette of lights,
saucy on the parquet floor upon
an artist's feet :his  body movement...

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"The melodies of Life"


Melodies that excite an old Tymer to think he is still in his prime! Perhaps he is as old as he desires to feel? I have no idea but these melodies are...

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Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death?
Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.

Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed,
through canyons of ages. We hold our breath.
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of...

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Hot Air

The name of that wind is Satana
It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry,
Don’t call the wind Santa Ana
In error, for that is a lie.
Saint Ann the mother of Mary
Is remembered in so many ways
But...

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In ol' Songbe the choppers rise
From the sling-out pad with sleepy eyes,
All filled with special OD goodies--
Frags and doo just for the boonies.

We'll convoy up Rt. 309
And build a bridge 
Where the French one stood.

The...

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Set to the Albatross, by Fleetwood Mac. (Hum along).

On love and astral travelling,
Through the stars we're wandering,
On the Universe we're pondering,
My eternal love, Napoleon,
Intangible man, but full of fun,
Our jewelled cloak of stars,
We've journeyed from...

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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...

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Searching I was for a good riff,
Maybe like in 'Locomotive Breath',
So I called up my old pal Biff
But a cold, he had caught a death.

Now with Biff down and out,
I was left to go it...

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Within ageless canyons we hold our breath.
Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death?
Santana stampedes, pariah unchained. 
‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!

Chased from our homes and all else that we own,
Panicked we flee, to a...

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Mitchelhill has gone now,
No more forks of yellow from forty clouds,
No more 5 times round the roundabout,
No more Bruce Lee, Cavalears or fender sounds,
Just echos of Santana off Castlemilk's ground.

Memories
Seem to build like thunder clouds
And...

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Music Anthems
Grow my glee
Music
Is all through me
 
Rock, progressive
Tracks in rhyme
Drums, Guitar
Singer sign
 
Clapton, AC/DC
Marillion 2
Lennon & McCartney
Beethoven's woo
 
The Eagles, America
Journey as well
Carlos Santana
With Free's Wishing Well
 
Tapestry with Carole King
My could that Lady...

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The endless drone of your mindless tone.
I just wanted to yank you through the phone.
I didn't sign up for a bubble headed bimbo.
It feels like my life is just in limbo.
The end can't come soon...

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Right now
I’m not blaming you…

Pretend I have not had the 
Privilege of hearing those
Lines before. Tell me. 

Eternal glare on my
Sunglasses, which I wear at night.
Only an annoyance…
Never to be worried about.

When with you, I...

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