arrows flying by
riding to the other side
home is just ahead
for consideration: Michele Nold-Godleske's "Music To Your Pen" contest
the song "Goin' Home" from Neil Young's "Are You Passionate" album......
...the story of Custer's Last Stand
Australian Rockers
Sydney boys
Man could they Rock
In Whole Lotta Rosie's Eyes
But one member
Was the glint in her eye
The singer, Bon Scott
Rock n Roll ride
Their rhythm of love
Was the best he said
This titular woman
Rocked in bed
Her curved frame
Drove him to sing
42" - 39" - 56"
To commemorate their fling
She weighed in at nineteen stone
Bon the king, was her throne
The joy she brought, to the Australian Scot
Led him to write the lyrics sex taught
Let there be Rock
Where the track is from
Is AC/DC's anthem
Guitar so strong
What ever happened to this Rosie girl
Music history in the Rocker world
No longer we have Bon from Kirriemuir
I missed the chance, when they toured
But this awesome band
Nearly all Scottish born
True Rockers in any form
And about this track
For this poem i write
Rosie and Bon
Good night
" written for Michele Nold-Godleske contest Music to your Pen "
and i thank you for the opportunity, Ty AC/DC
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music.php
days of sunny glad me up
before I fall in gloomy cups
of blackish brew
instead my eyes
drink the light
nectar
elixir
beverage balm
for weary now
for glassy sight
days of sunny had no sting
of gone by youth
a parting thing
days of sunny bade me sing
* For Michele Nold-Godleske's e.e. cummings contest
i thank you God for: a most amazing imagination
By Dane Smith_Johnsen in the style of ee cummings
dearest and most loving God, thank i you for most an amazing
imagination: for softly animal floating fluffs that a summer day amuses;
and wings myself to fly there and here or stars beyond everywhere;
and for dreams of day afar the heart does seize and behind pictures my eyes.
(i who beneath myself, in a corner was cowered or amid table legs;
this day refreshed by fantastical thoughts; free reality to escape;
and for successes’ place by dreams enveloped with great satisfaction.
The wonderful happy place no ill words spoken will ever be.)
how should dreaming, envisioning, illusion, conceiving, thinking
and supposing at all-elevate to the yes
of any everything-concrete purely a continuation
uncertainty invoke vagueness; reality.
(now the heart of my heart paints things that are real-unreal
the soul of my soul believes everything conjured, a dream.)
In inspired by Michelle Nold Godleske's
Tribute to E. E. Comings poetry contest.
(It's a big stretch...)
We had turned the western fold
ecliped in the setinenrs nold
Where abendindeta was told
This story is far too old
with dreams shealtering the bold
In a time dangerous and so cold
This story is far too old
A fearless leaders distine cry
Here i was just a marksmen soilder of deception with a heart of gold
Never blink in your enemeies gamble
Driven bye this i walked behind blue eyes
Shouting in raiseing my daggers too the sky
True morals have swept the fortold bloodshed
Few quarrel's say this man's dead
Family wars is where i rested my head
to began the breath of my last death bed
A netural of messages's sent
an borken ties and it's forgoten lent
I've reached for all in my rise in fall
And took no parallel in up-lifting my needs
Place your hand in mine here u will find security in love everlasting
I seek the foul carson who was their watching
The fools rabbit sits at his grave
the man cree of a playing
I have shed no tears under the rumoured name
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