Long Woodstock Poems
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Unconventional, they mocked the establishment
Clad in paisley tops and bell-bottom denim,
With a symbol hanging on necks wrists or belts -
An emblem of inverted V , the birth of protest
Where murmurs from unrest gusted through lyrics,
In Woodstock of dreams hailing Baez, Hendrix, Dylan
As flower-power’s youth signaled change…
People of the 60s wrapped in love, not Vietnam rage!
Although experimental, they rallied a quest
For oneness, for a gentler‘ Blowing in the Wind,’
They lived on the streets to ignite an ideal
Which flashed ardor illuminating hearts,
In a kinship which assuaged a decade, lost
To claim their anthem, ‘peace begins with me;’
Embracing a norm with the grace of harmonious light.
For Richard Lamoureux's People Contest
6/6/2018
I was the lucky one
The apple of his eye
He chose me to walk with him
The memories will never die
Two brothers older, two sisters younger
And I the middle one
Although he is with me no more
I'm still my father's son
Woodstock,Athlone,Mitchell's Plain...
We toured mostly by foot and sometimes by train
Where ever we went he was known by his name
Wish I could re-live those days again
District six was always close to his heart
This was the place the walk would always start
As we walked he would stop and point and say
"That's where 'so and so' used to stay"
But dad why is it only an empty field today?
"My son,its because 'so and so' was forced to move away"
So I guess that's why we went around so many places
To see his friends and family...scattered familiar faces.
Carlo Santana's Black Magic Woman,
in the 60's and 70's gave magic to his
band..
Drugs were part of this movement it's
fair to say. Getting high for many,
while listening to their music, was the
common way
Peace signs, beads, bell bottoms,
psychedelic shirts, desert boots, and
long hair and marijuana, is what was
in style. Looking back and being part
of that history lifestyle, makes me smile.
Peace protesters against the draft,
and Vietnam war. Jimi Hendrix, Peter,
Paul and Mary, The Beatles, Bob Dillon
The Beach Boys,Led Zepplin, Rolling
Stones,Elvis,Simon and Garfunkel,
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Neil Young,
Leonard Skynyrd, Eric Clapton, Carly
Simon is all we heard.
They kept our soldiers in Viet Nam
mentally occupied. It helped them
overcome their stress, and brought
some pleasure to their lives.
Rock N Roll Music had an impact
everywhere.The melodies and lyrics
represented a culture reflecting people,
who really cared.
Neil Young, Eric Clapton, Aerosmith,
Neil Diamond, Barbara Striesand,
Jim Croce made the scene. Years later
Disco and the Bee Gee's came dancing
in.
Disco died, it didn't last long, during
this time Rock N Roll kept rolling on.
Rush, The Eagles, The Police, Peter
Frampton, Boston, Reo Speedwagon,
Blue OysterCult, Fleetwood Mac, Bob
Seger, Steve Miller band, we listened
to. I can't forget Journey, Bruce
Springsteen, Foreigner or the Who.
Bon Jovi, Creed, Madonna, Red Chili
Peppers, Van Halen, Black Eye Peas,
Were hot then. Rock N Roll songs, will
keep on playing, and be appreciated
over and over again.
Time reflects the Lyrics in the songs,
of the good times and the wrongs.
Woodstock brought them all together,
a lasting bond to last forever.. .
Homeward Bound Simon and Garfunkel
was the favorite song with the soldiers. Also
John mentioned The Lion SleepsTonight by
the Tokens. Robert Lindley also mentioned
their groups that were left out. Please read his
comments below. I also thank Robert for his
valued input.
I just want to add that the 60's and
70's were my personal favorite years.
I say this because people really cared
about the war and each other. They
were right...
Michael Tor 10/16/2015 Nayda Ivette Negron. Contest: Favorite Music Type
California Dreamin…
Momma Told Me Not To Come
By The Time I Get To Phoenix
Will Anybody Really Know What Time Has Spun
Hotel California…
Its Chain Gang wearing thin
Searching for an American Woman
Blowin In The Wind
Bill Bojangles Robinson…
preaching Fire And Rain
New York’s A Lonely Lonely Town
dragging Ball And Chain
Summertime Blues and Porgy’s drowning…
Riders On The Storm
Layla kisses Judy Blue Eyes
Stairway To Heaven scorned
Woodstock and a Big Bear Scrambler…
Who’ll Stop The Rain
Don’t Think Twice this Hard Day’s Night
Eli’s Comin again
Hey Jude, Moondance is calling…
It’s Too Late says Ms. King
Yesterday’s Hound Dog barking Crazy
—the Purple Haze begins
(Rosemont College: June, 2022)
B*lly Pop's Pill (VIAGRA)
Let me tell you a story about my grandpa B*lly.
He popped too many pills to encourage his w*ly
Instead he earned a new name for being Silly
We call him B*lly PoP's Pill
Poor grandpa was way over the hill
To him his stock was still a big deal
I scheduled him an appointment to visit his Doc.
He did not want to understand he had no more rocks.
Poor grandpa reminisces the days when he was a jock.
His Doc, Prescribed him two bottles of xx Hot VIAGRA
Grandpa B*lly popped them as if there was no tomorrow
Now he is sweating like the Falls in Niagara
Grandpa did not listen to the Doc's lead
B*lly Pop's Pill until his urine started to bleed
Grandpa started acting as if he was on speed
Grandpa popped out with his inflatable doll Mrs.Lill
Soon I discovered he swallowed every single VIAGRA pill
I took him to the hospital after he got real ill
I told the Doc, my grandpa is over the age of sixty five.
He almost overdose drinking all them wanna be pills
His only reaction was popping out with zits and hives.
At the hospital my grandpa was dreaming of Woodstock.
Next thing you know I see him on top of the Doc.
I laughed at the fact that my grandpa got over his s*men block.
I took grandpa home he had sick sticky cobbwebs on his hand
At that point he was no longer under the Doc's command
Alone at last in his room with Mrs.Lill was his master plan.
The bottom line is my grandpa is sparking what was not alive.
Now he is over 65 with an enormous sex drive.
Who would have guessed it took all them pills to revive his thrive
I'm glad my grandpa tried xx Hot VIAGRA when his feelings where gone.
Now he abuses his inflatable dolls with all his hard on's
Addicted to Viagra he buys a new doll ever time he is done..
.By:P.D.
(10/13/12)
At the beginning of “64” - I packed up my uniform
And walked out the door- it was the beginning of
The Vietnam war.
By August of that same year
President Johnson started the draft
Under protests and jeers.
Then he made it a full scale war
And sent our soldiers to Vietnam shores.
The Beatniks in Greenwich village
With their long hair, beards, and
Flip flop sandals - wrote their poetry
About this undeclared war, and why
Our men were going to those shores.
This created a new generation called ‘HIPPIES”
The hippie generation was groups of protesters
Against everything that they found wrong
The draft , the war , pollution
And loved to stay high with pot, hashish
Coke and acid (lsd) which kept them blasted.
This also created the “ flower children”
Who like the hippies loved to be high
And on certain flowers they would fly.
But they spoke of loving one another
And gave out flowers as a sign of peace
Which to the president was a relief.
They all started painting this “53 Chevy impala”
With the words “ flower power”.
Now the “ flower children and hippie movement
Was in full swing, and everyone was doing their own thing.
They had Greenwich village under their control
And not one coffee shop would ever be sold.
Every coffee shop had a poetry night
And going there was such a delight.
Then in AUGUST of “69”
The WOODSTOCK festival was on the rise
Over half a million people drove to that farmland
And set up tents , hammocks, sleeping bags and such
And the police found it was much to much
So they had no choice but to see it through
Because there was nothing else that they could do.
The WOODSTOCK festival had become world wide
And to this day it still thrives.
© L . RAMS
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’
Anxiety went into overdrive regarding...
"check engine light" being on
I desperately clutched
(the Peanuts stuffed animal) Woodstock
to help me absorb shock.
What invisible agent
provocateur née ghost in the machine
sinister force hell bent
to rob me of every red cent,
whereby checking account
incurred major dent
(albeit figurative) required
yearly vehicular ownership event.
Unavoidable collision course
with money woes does frankly zap
proud owner of car will soon
find her/himself on penniless track
after salesperson (usually a man)
intones memorized commercial spiel,
and won't shut her/his yap
until quota of cars sold
guaranteeing bear hug wrap
courtesy company president
gifted bonus and vacation to escape,
(albeit temporarily) rat race trap.
Yours truly crafts (courtesy poetic license)
mine trademark prevaricated write
crowing, invoking, and lamenting malfunction
advertises, enunciates,
and intones game over
(by Tracy Lauren Marrow,
otherwise known as Iced-Tea),
whose claim to fame 1. rapper round rhymes;
2. fleet (truckload) of motorized
hot wheels (burning rubber)
quite a fiery sight;
3. check engine light advertisement
especially fluorescent hubcaps
that glows (like the
pulsating nose of Rudolph) at night.
Most recent experience (mine)
dealing with problematic
"check engine light" tsuris,
taught me helpful object lesson
after bringing our 2009 Hyundai Sonata
to Norm's Save Station
(earlier today 8/24th, 2021)
551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, PA 19426,
which mechanic on duty
informed me that within Pennsylvania
said mechanical setback NEED NOT
be troubleshot if car driven less than
5000 miles per year.
Whatever happened to all those cab drivers
in Madison, Wisconsin with PhD's back in the 1970's?
How are all the college kids doing who cut off a finger or toe
in order to avoid get drafted for the War in Vietnam?
How many domestic terrorists with blood on their hands
are leading respectable lives with forged identities?
Bernadine Dohrn, 'College Professor' - ex-Leader of
the 'Weather Underground'... Do you sleep at night?
Whatever became of all those long-hairs in the pictures
at Woodstock Music Festival in New York in 1969?
How about all those backpackers searching for Truth, who dived
deep into cults like Hari Krishna and the Moonies?
Wuddya say, Ginni Thomas?
Where have all the flowers gone? ... They've gone the way of
ANTIFA, of BLM, of Seattle, WA, of Portland, OR, of all the
'Sanctuary Cities' and George-Soros backed Prosecuting Attorneys
who refuse to prosecute, of CRT, of the 1619 Project, of endless
COVID lockdowns, of 'The Squad' and of 'wokeness'
But if you ask me, if America could survive the Cuban Missile Crisis,
Castro, Mao, Watergate, Sadam Hussein, Monica Lewinsky, Bin-Laden,
9/11, the Dotcom Bust, the ENRON and Arthur Anderson scandals,
the Great Recession, the Real Estate bubble, and Donald Trump and
Hilary Clinton, then I guess we can survive about anything
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 Korean War,
never did come home, and I missed his young heart.
We were high school sweethearts
proud of country, in love, willing to give all,spurred by our parents sacrifice,
he did.
George and I were a little smarter, so we thought,
in later years we questioned everything;
still, he went off with the Vietnam draft reluctantly.
He came home quietly, out of uniform, ashamed and unassuming
with fingers pointing from every direction for what seemed an eternity.
We skipped Woodstock, sang and danced with Seeger,
wondering where all the flowers had gone;
and Peter, Paul and Mary, and others I don't recall
and marched with King and the Kennedys religiously until Camelot was gone.
History says it was a dream, an unreality,
we were a generation of drugs, sex and rock and roll,
but look at all we changed.
Strange,
I don't remember it that way
it seemed to being getting so much better,
what happened during the in between,
am I awake and still in the dream
waiting for the changes to take hold again?
I must still be asleep.
Generation X or Y or Q
, now it's up to you.