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Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew
Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due.
I was too young, alas, or I would have been there.
Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair.
Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin.
Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter who was poured in.
People ate healthy, they were taunt and tight.
Music wafted all over the hills on this Saturday night.
Platform shoes, cowboy boots, sandals, anything went.
Some hitched rides in caravans, that were heaven-sent.
Lots of clean fun while folk music enticed the crowd.
Rolling, rocking, roaring fun, and probably sixteen times too loud.
I am John F. Kennedy as
President.
I am a civil right activist
100 percent.
I am Woodstock rock n
Roll festival.
I am the first man on the moon
Unforgettable.
I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes
Of fame.
I am Martin Luther King shot
Down in flames.
I am President Kennedy gets
Assassinated.
I am the Cuba missile crisis
Activated.
I am Walmart opens it's
Door.
I am we enter Vietnam
War.
I am the Beatles I want to
Hold your hand.
I am discrimination spreads
Through the land.
I am the NFL's first Super
Bowl.
I am Ceasar Chavez reaching
His goal.
I am the Peace Corp
Uncovered.
I am Miranda rights
Discovered.
I am Motown records
With Shop around.
I am the Beach Boys
With a surf sound.
I am at the Apollo with
Marvin Gaye.
I am Del Shannon singing
Runaway.
I am a hit with, Please
Mr. Postman.
I am Sgt Pepper's lonely
Heart club band.
TURBO1904
Albert told me ...
“Everybody wants to go to Heaven
but nobody wants to die”
Stevie confessed ...
“I made my living at white juke joints
but had my fun outside”
Kris reminded me ...
“That freedom’s just another word
for nothing left to lose”
Ray repeating over and over ...
“Georgia, Georgia, the whole day
through”
Eric sang about Layla ...
“She’s got me on
my knees”
And Jimi said what Bobby wrote ...
“Along the watchtower
can’t get no relief”
Janis screamed ...
“There’s a ball & chain that holds me
to my man”
But Dylan said it best himself ...
“Don’t criticize what
you can’t understand”
(Memories Of Monterey & Woodstock: July, 2026)
The flower children were in full swing, selling love, less woe.
I was not old enough for Woodstock, but wanted to go.
Hip hugger bell bottoms with navels peeking were the rage.
Boys were sent to Viet Nam, with high hopes, a surprising page.
We thought they would be back in seconds, not understanding at all.
We were innocent, sheltered, naïve, young, following no real call.
In the sixties clothing was groovy, we were allowed stripes and flowers.
Dots and stripes too, were the norm, which was just one of our powers.
White go-go boots, thanks to Nancy Sinatra’s Boots Made for Walking.
So many school lunches, where everyone was doing the talking.
Our hair was poofed up like a poodle, in the top we put a little red bow.
It might have been blue or pink, but it had to be put there just so.
We had transistor radios, and push button phones, attached to the wall.
We thought we were high tech, which now seems quite weird after all.
Dr. Martin Luther King was making his Dream speech and JFK got shot.
Not worried at all; my life was easy, in the Midwest, a tiny polka dot.
The Beatles had the first five spots in the favorite hits of the week.
I was playing “I want to hold your hand”, it was Paul that I’d seek.
Women were wearing hats and gloves, which seems silly now.
But Jackie Kennedy was setting the style, which was usually a wow.
USSR’s Valentina Tereshkova was the first woman in space.
Ku Klux Klan bombed a Baptist church, a horrible disgrace.
Zipcodes, lava lamps, and pull tabs were new at this time.
Civil rights an issue? I was more aware of a Ford Mustang in lime.
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.
The inspiration for today’s poem…I found beneath my feet…
as I began my walk this morning…in a guitar stain on the street.
Last night we attended a concert at a friends house…where we sat off in the wings…and listened to Walter Parks serenade us…tells us stories…and coax his guitar to sing.
Walter Parks backed up Richie Havens for 10 years, was at Woodstock…he knew Jimi Hendrix too…
If you don’t know about Woodstock, Richie or Jimi…well…I kind of feel sorry for you.
They gave us the first music that imprinted on our souls back when we were bell-bottomed and tie-dyed dressed…They are part of the reason my generation knows its music is the best.
Walter played us his versions of song from Woodstock…it was a wild nostalgic romp…then played us songs and hollers…music from his roots in the Okefenokee Swamp.
It’s just our luck after Woodstock, Richie and Jimi…after all the fanfare and the pomp…that Walter found a way to discover…music in a swamp.
Hauntingly soulful…beautiful hollers and ballads we hadn’t heard before…
and as any great musician does…he left us wanting more.
The fact you might not know Walter…that he is not as famous as Woodstock, Richie or Jimi…doesn’t cause him any pain…
because, as he likes to point out…
he is already a rock star in many cities in Spain.
Walter reminds us that although we’ve all come a long way after Woodstock…
following different paths…
down different tracks…
every now and then it’s great to come together…
to remember…
to look back…
And how at any time in life…
inspiration could be just beneath our feet….
we might find it in a swamp…
or in a guitar stain on the street.
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
Right in the midst of it all there were these three nuns
As they were there on call where others had sought fun
And yet along they made their way in full habit with Cross
But no one was there to pray, not thinking of any such loss
Slowly they would walk with the crowds being so large
So few even willing to talk as the drugs were in charge
But the three persisted in The Way, smiles upon their face
Seeing them I must say then walked about with such grace
There soon came a camera crew and they quietly walked by
And there they were now in view just smiling as to say high
And as they were almost past the one nun a favorite of mine
As she slightly turned to cast a very, very famous peace sign
Such a light heartedness within this young woman's heart
Just a presence to bless is such a desperately needed part
Then off they went doing the things for which they were here
Yet the sign that she had sent came across so loud and clear
Nun peace sign woodstock
WoodStock - Fifty Years Ago August 15-19, 2019
I knew nary a whit about
rock n roll history
soon to unfold August fifteen –
eighteen ninety sixty nine
mollycoddled, nestled,
obliviously preoccupied
bajillion miles away
attending Baker Park Day Camp
within Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
innocently naive shy lad
hidebound, yours truly
to prefer tried and true familiar turf
quite limited radius
circumscribed physical world,
yes quite sheltered proximity, where
birth family resided
324 Level Road Collegeville
outward bound sphere
comprised safe circumference
nsync within unhealthy insecurity
arising, whereabouts arbitrarily
drawn circle defined mine safe haven
hence, ignorance prevailed
encompassing world at large,
hence bajillion miles distant
Max Yasgur's 601 acre (2.4 km²)
dairy farm in the town
of Bethel, New York,
asper outside realm consciousness
pertaining to yours truly
absolute zero awareness,
where stripling, (and stripped bare) youths,
some approximately twice my age
immersed themselves into
unforgettable experiences of lifetime,
which Woodstock Music, and Art
rock music festival teases
fanciful overactive imagination
speculating buzzfeeding aural
oral, nasal, tactile, visual... senses
ruing, lamenting, bemoaning...
owning cowardly risk averse
demeanor shielding self
against bazaar panoply
augmenting exposure inviting
bizarre phenomena,
versus being tethered
predictably within familiar bubblicious
range umbilical cord (albeit figurative)
linkedin (courtesy known environment)
allowing, enabling, and providing regret
(benefit of 20/20 hindsight)
to tweezer what if...scenario
transcending comfort zone,
which looming fear of unknown
hogtied opportunity to sample novel
adventures (as opposed to reading
such tales of daring do sequestered
as avid bookworm) expending hours
as quiet natured kid (rarely heard or seen),
and reading still predominant passion
providing passive access, now
finding me remonstrating the detriment
against exhibiting proactive modus operandi.
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.