Long Seeger Poems

*** SINGING MEMORIES ***

“Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Hard times, come again no more.” **

A memory came flying through to me this afternoon
— a fine memory, not recently seen,
Up from long ago,...

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It was halftime of the football game
Grabbed an umbrella and strolled down the lane
Saw Farmer Fred out singing in the rain
These were the words of his refrain

Where have all the voters gone?
Hard time knowing
Where have...

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unsure if this epistle (possibly 
coming across as all mixed up)
like some mish mashed verse
ye might arrange and rearrange into a song
living social in the country of upstate New York state
epitomizing spartan holistic existence
somewhere over...

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 It was a cultural revolution, while a world jumped to conclusions
 Of mini-skirts, and go-go boots, and psychedelic tensions
The flower child, would smile and sprout communal peaceful versions
about a war, and called it wrong,...

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I must have fallen asleep
 somewhere in the fifties, sixties, and seventies as well.
My father fought the War to end all wars
 it didn't and he rarely spoke of it again.
Joe went off to the...

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Orange crush
Bleachers on a sunny day
Standing underneath
Hiding in the shade
Woke up there
After an all nighter
Party at the field
Smoking crack
And huffing nitrous
What a scream
Old Skinny Scrappy 
Brought a guitar
And we sang and sang
Bob Dylan, Bob Marley,...

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There once were some Weavers
Who taught many of us to sing.
But it wasn't until much later in life
That their music would be my thing.

 I never followed Pete Seeger
 As his words with me didn't...

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I feel like Archimedes building calculus from scratch;
Got a lever I can lean on, but the fulcrum doesn’t match.

You’ll find them on the scoreboard 
And every roulette wheel.
They help you cheat at blackjack
By sweetening the...

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At last the day will come, my friend my friend,
At last the day will come-

The harbors will once more, fill up with love, not war,
At last the day will come-

From skies that once were dark,...

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this anonymous weaver spins his written tapestry
to acknowledge your ninetieth year
no matter this author unknown who deftly weaves
(for pete sakes) with english poetry
which rhyming threads fire away 
(from axons to neurons)
at warp speed way out...

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FREEDOM SONG

Do you know the path to freedom,
do you know the road to peace,
do you know the value of truth and wisdom -
let’s bind our hands across the land.

Do you know how to love your...

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