Our
Hawaiian Sun
got burned
yesterday
and cried all
night ...
usually day after
our tradewinds turns and ...
they'd
betrayedwinds
and our baby then
shone me
the coconut tree
N U T S!
all gone
just dangling palms
looks like tourists palms
ahh, fiddlestcks
more unfinished castles
in the sand
crumbling ...
kind of defines McLean.
A composition on canvas; lyrics written for a song
Tortured was a soul asking, "Where do I belong?"
Daunted with a fragile mind but never was he blind
to being rejected although his love for her was true.
In oils squeezed upon a palette, did he seek to find
peace in such a hostile world, he painted cobalt blue.
Don Mclean denied accusers of Van Gogh's insanity,
Windswept clouds were part of his artistic humanity.
Brush strokes of sadness were not proof of madness.
With such a depth of emotions, why did no one see
the hand of one who created the abstract landscape
unlocked Vincent's prison door so he could escape?
His visions of dark shadowed hills and starry skies,
were boldly brushed with sighs and wearied eyes.
A tapestry he left behind; a life of angst and regret.
Yet, no one listened before he took his final breath.
Van Gogh sought freedom but only found it in death.
A tragedy that can never be compensated or offset.
From a faded green life,
the yellow dream sprouted...
As in Van Gogh... !
PS suggested song Vincent
sung BY Don Mclean
https://youtu.be/oxHnRfhDmrk
American Pie surely proves
that Don Mclean was deeply moved
by death in an Iowan snow
of three great artists in a show
by everything that was so changed
Americana rearranged
speaking for his generation
during times of consternation
popular in ‘72
today his thoughts sound almost new
7/31/17
Iconic songs - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Raised by wormy flesh from the ravages of war
Broken years of struggle rose from ashes
seeking justice
Singers sung in joyous tones
Artists guiding frustrated youth
to find new worlds, new cultures,
where none had heard or gone before
Wanting freedom from bridled thinking, tethered to the past
Expressing their joy in happy communion
that died when three troubadours crashed and burned
7/28/17 Contest...Iconic Songs
American Pie-Don Mclean
post script...To leave the future a dark chaotic place
filled with angry voices lashing out
with years of counter-culture soaked
in questions of what could have been
now saturated with resentment
for the death of innocence
that cried out on a cold Winter night
Once vibrant and cheerful
but now sombre and grey,
the room of beating hearts
has been tainted with pain
and needless misery.
A life once cherished and loved
silenced by the unpredictability
of the forking of roads once
full of determination and strength.
A life has been stolen by the cruelty
of the essence of time.
Tears are shed almost endlessly,
like the elegant flowing fountain found
within a blossoming garden.
Happy memories become painful to
remember, like pointed nails
stabbing in to my delicate skin.
Grief, confusion, and anger all
roll in to one like a congealed
mess suffocating my very thoughts,
a life has been stolen from this
world leaving nothing but ashes
behind.
Although now pain is my only friend
I know one day I shall be reunited
with that cherished life for darkness
is destined to transform into
light.
Dedicated To: Samuel McLean
All of the then-loving couples have been listening to all of the love songs from the 1970s, including the year 1974. Love has been in the air for all of the people back in the 1970s since the day doo-wop music was born and the British Invasion began back in the 1960s. all of the love songs have been on the radio every day from 1970 to 1979, especially that of "Maggie May" by Rob Stewart, "American Pie" by Don McLean, and other love songs. They were way before I was born, especially that of the mid-late 1980s. Disco was alive when those love songs were on the radio. And when listening to songs performed by artists like David Cassidy, Melanie, Donny Osmond, ABBA, and others back in the 1970s, it's like spending a Saturday night at the Hollywood Hills in Hollywood, California. It's also as if it's prom night 1976 all over again. Paul McCartney is that of an idol for all of the then-teenagers. How interesting was that? I wish all of the now-and-then loving couples knew what their lives were like when they met and fell in love with each other, even by listening to a lot of love songs.
The song came on my radio and it took me back to ten years ago
The second time I heard the song, I began to sing along
It sang about the cold sad day when the music died and went away
I missed those days when the songs were true
But I was a fan of the Quartet and the Jester too
James Dean and the girl who sang the blues
Were obituaries in the morning news
New music that they were putting out
Were mixed with drugs and political clout
With the Jester hurt and the Quartet gone
New bands would try to carry on
But the music couldn’t match the scene
Back to the days when the door was green
So I say Bye Bye to Miss American Pie
Sometimes the music can make me cry
I know down deep within my soul
I still believe in Rock N’ Roll
I was only twelve and walking down town
When I heard that the trio’s plane went down
I saw the music rearranged
The tune was different and the lyrics changed.
This song was like a nursery rhyme
Bringing memories of a different time
So I listen to it every once in a while
And remember how it made me smile
February still brings me pain
But thanks for the memories Don McLean.
Poetic tribute to Don McLean
Author of “American Pie”
there is a town on the high plains
on the way to nothing
in the way of nothing
and in no particular order
are a few too many trailer homes
nestling, vying, clinging closely
to their mother superior,
Dairy Queen
the presumption that none
would venture this place on purpose
is falsified by some younger men
hailing from civilized parts
to soar down the old dirt roads
a nose ahead of sunset
why ever would they go
for only they must know
girls from McLean will do anything
free of charge and free of risk
to important reputations
it might be said that the daughters
of this panhandle hamlet
learned to speak, to cheat, to drink
from their occasional fathers
and the other life essentials
courtesy of Cosmo
thus they wait to accommodate
boys from towns on the highway
who will someday find a school
and a job and a wife, denying
they used to drive out to McLean