Broken heart like broken bones
Life is hard from a broken home
Amplify my feelings I cry alone
Cat in me reeling black cat moan
Kicking my habits except guitar
Cat has to have it near not far
A rock song stronger than my heart
Tell me you’re over the hard part
Maybe I’ll see you again someday
Only crazy men can understand my ways
An electric guitar screams heart ache
Neon charge and scars why I play
(Cabin Sunset, summer 2025)
The Heat of the Moment
Settling into our new mountain cabin,
Dogs and humans equally overheated
In the shadeless August afternoon,
The only way to be is naked.
Stuff strewn around
Bed to one side, kitchen the other,
Camp chairs with panting dogs
On an old Persian rug in-between.
Cabin with unfinished interior
Waits for insulation, paneling and flooring,
But in this moment nothing is missing
Except maybe a fan.
No water we haven’t brought,
Nor power not in some kind of rechargeable battery,
Yet we find a strong signal FM station
Playing one classic rock song after another.
And it takes me back to another time
Living as a 70’s teen in the suburbs when FM was king,
Then in the 80’s as a young man off grid in the hills
When a stack of cassettes was all we had or wanted.
Those youthful times, family and friends are long gone
And yet here I am in old age,
Living the good life again with new family and friends
Still rocking on, out of time, out mind.
(8/10/25)
Janis
I can still hear that raspy, smoky voice
that could belt out a bluesy rock song.
Every time I see a Mercedes I can’t help
thinking of you imploring the Lord for one.
A young woman from Texas who dressed
more like a hippie from San Fran.
I will always wonder if she and Bobby McGee
rode that semi the whole way to New Orleans.
She stole a piece of my heart when she left
Big Brother and went out on her own.
Sadly, she flamed out like a young sun
that goes supernova.
She joined the twenty-seven club and
passed into music history.
love is osmosis
something absorbed
it creeps up on you
right through your pores
it can't be avoided
unless there is no contact
it generates heat...
and a yearning for contract
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
A spiral up... a spiral down
the elevator underground
Love knows no bounds
Love knows no time
it continues on without reason or rhyme
Love can take you to the depths of your very soul
cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
and how do you turn it off that was your question I know?
I haven't a clue I am just a bard for you...
What is love? don't you know?
What is Love? don't you know? ohhhhh?
What is Love? don't you know?
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
Love knows no bounds
Love knows no time
it continues on without reason or rhyme
Love can take you to the depths of your very soul
cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
What is love? don't you know?
What is Love? don't you know? ohhhhh?
What is Love? don't you know?
You want a rock song
but mope and sing of lost love;
Get up and raise the volume!
Level it all up;
You’ve got to let yourself go
to shred a new melody.
They thought he might be a queen
Bohemian, yes but not dumb
If he wore pink, Floyd didn't care
Claiming to be comfortably numb
He loved being high as the eagles
In a hotel, California style
When locked out, though he'd turn purple
Haze checked, he'd Jimi it in style
He once asked Lynyrd for chicken
Who said, "There's no free bird here!"
He said start me up some, I'll pay
His eyes rolling stones, with no fear!
Sometimes he'd come back in black shorts
With the AC turned all the way down
And he'd carry on, my wayward son
Still the pride of this Kansas town!
Though his boat burned a deep purple
The smoke on the water would fade
Killed by a falling Led Zeppelin
His Stairway to heaven was laid!
I’m gonna write me a rock song;
But it won’t be in the top ten ya;
Something’s that is gonna make it through Billboards top 10 though;
If country music western is your thing;
Ah, then honey come on in (and)
The music is fine;
Gonna walk, rock the musical line now
It’s going with a bullet;
So hold on to your hat;
Gonna like put a dose of turpentine on the hind end of a cat;
So it’s country music western is your thing;
Ah, then honey come on in
Come on honey baby, come on in
6/27/89
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Gary Boyle©
I was taken for a ride
by another poets desire
to take my love
and warp it from above
but I got wise
to love in desguise
and I became stronger
my intuitions longing
for flying friendly skies
buying the ticket
waiting in line
the thrill of this chase
got me thinking
is this a
wonderful ride
or Satan's demise
so I took the time
to comprehend
that this game
wasn't my time
to explore my mind
in finding
the thrill ride
was just a game
in a players find
minding his rhyming
for pleasures of
unwinding inside
so I tore up
the ticket
and walked away
thinking
to myself
I'm glad
I ended
this game played
so I could
be myself
with my quest
for real love
in playing
my way
Cowboy. KID ROCK song.
Lunatic Fringe. RED RIDER song.
I love to rap and tap most times ,
My wrist ,I can twist with real ease ,
Even though I’m not in my prime ,
My femurs and knees slide like grease ,
Hip for hip-pop dance and axis
for break dance which pivots the neck,
Enabling girdles to assist,
Failure can lead to serious wreck ,
But blues is safe with little pulls ,
Making you close to your dear one,
Backache is close where rock song rules,
Ballroom or ballet is full of fun ,
Wasteless waist is more used than tarsals ,
And restless chest more than carpals .
Parts of body used are :Wrist ,femurs ,Hip ,neck ,waist ,knees , etc.
DATE:9-10-2016
COCOON (A Rock Song)
I do appreciate your being here
But one day soon you know I'll disappear.
And when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.
I know you see someone you think is me.
But nothing's really what it seems to be,
and when I fly
I'll fly on butterfly wings.
Bright light.
Never ending white light.
All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
Highway.
Always going my way
I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings.
Out there
I'll be going somewhere
and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings
Bright light
never ending white light
all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings.
It's not that I don't care, you know I do.
And you can feel it, when I think of you,
and when I fly,
I'll fly on butterfly wings.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
This rock song I wrote came from 2 sources/muses of mine, one of the from Jim Morrison, I believe it pretty well described sort of in his own words, how he felt about our world, the other from Maya Angelou, one of my own favorite poet mentors.
SO UNCONSTITUTIONAL
They're all just out here rolling
And they're burning again.
We got their heat higher than it's ever been.
Cause we're so unconstitutional.
We're just so unconstitutional.
O say! Can you see
In the dawn's early light?
What so proudly we've hid in the dark of the night?
That we're so unconstitutional!
We're so unconstitutional!
We're just so unconstitutional!
We got 'em rolling.
We got 'em burning.
We got their heat on high.
They'll keep on loving.
They'll keep on breathing.
We'll keep their heat on high.
Cause we're so unconstitutional!
We're just so unconstitutional.
It's all unconstitutional!
© Ron arbuthnot
lYRIC TO A new rock song, that just simply wrote itself. I could not, not write this song. Ron Wilson akd Ron Arbuthnot
He thought he was a poet
but turned out to be a lyricist
He didn't even know it
Until his words were on the hit list
He wrote sonnets a-plenty
Rhyme and meter sublime
They made songs of almost twenty
Without paying him a dime!
He woke up to it all too late
He dozed too long, too ignorant
But such is the blind fool’s fate
If of worldly ways indifferent
“how I missed my ultimate calling!”
he wailed and cried and sobbed
as he heard his words on beats a-falling
Of honor and credit robbed
The producers made a killing
The poet died in debt
But the words stayed alive and thrilling
On vinyl’s preciously kept
In the end the poet was rewarded
By life’s eternal song
And posthumously awarded
Credit that tried to right the wrong
But far above the earthly sky
Looking down upon the thieves
No tears were there to cry
As he sat under Abraham’s eaves
Seeing the producers one by one
Shedding their fleshy pants and top
To be wrapped in burning flames and sun
Wailing and crying for a single drop
My favorite verse from THE soft rock song of my youth
Hit song of 1969 by the Carpenters:
(They Long To Be) Close To You
(middle stanza of the song)
"On the day that you were born
the angels got together and decided
to create a dream come true
so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair
of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue."
Dream Boy
To fall for him I needed just one look
and after that, he had me on his hook -
a fact which I’m not sure he even knew!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
I lived for those church dances in his town.
I’d see him there but always feel let down.
Girls followed him around. What could I do?
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
Not being in his orbit or his school,
I longed for him and simply played the fool.
The fantasy for me would not come true!
Dream boy with hair of gold and eyes of blue.
Dedicated to Chris Frogley, wherever now he may be.
For the "I Love Rock 'N roll" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler
The hit single "Just close your Eyes" happens to be the best rock song of all time. It was
performed by Waterproof Blonde, but now the song's covered by Story of the Year. I can
listen to "Just Close Your Eyes" two ways, and it's the entrance theme song for WWE
wrestler, Christian. When I listen to this song, it's like I'm in a depressive state, but
minus the drugs and the alcohol. But it's also as if I'm going to a rock concert at the
Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, California, on a Saturday night. I couldn't buy the song from
iTunes and I didn't listen to it on the radio, but "Just Close Your Eyes" can be heard on
YouTube.com, grooveshark.com, and playlist.com. No matter what way I listen to this song,
either Story of the Year and/or Waterproof Blonde, "Just Close Your Eyes" is, and will
always be, the greatest song since Alter Bridge's "Metalingus."
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