You thought you owned the night,
But the night owns you.
A shadow dancing in a borrowed light,
A ghost in rewound time,
A ghost in fading blue.
Rock and roll is dead from the start,
And you're all dead with it.
You've never contained anything more than this emptiness.
Rock and roll is dead from the start,
And you're all dead with it.
Your eyes are blinded by passion and conceit.
The leather jackets, the ripped-up jeans,
A costume party for a false dream.
You can’t resurrect what never lived,
A tombstone anthem, no love to give.
Rock and roll is inherently dead,
And you all are dead with it.
You’re dancing on graves, but the music won’t rise.
Only motley ribbons and smoke under neon skies.
Old Time Rock and Roll
Just imagine this:
Old time rock and roll
This music makes me whole
Like in the days of old
Love that in my soul
Tom Crew loves to rock,
To old casetts he really bops
He dances in his socks
It's really not a shock
Old time rock and roll
This fills Alf's body and soul
Like in the days of old
He loves that rock and roll
Bob Seger soothes my soul
With his old-time rock and roll
YouTube was his greatest gold
He loves that old time rock and roll
Alvin and The Chipmunks
rock, they're dance is the tops,
When it comes, to the gold.
They love to, rock and roll
Love that rock and roll
Old time music fills my soul
Like in the days of old
Love that rock and roll
(This idea came to me after hearing Bob Seger(Hadn't hear in a long time) again. Went to
YouTube and found some of his songs "Old Time Rock and Roll " being one of them. I
wanted to put it in some kind of form so everyone could be reminded of him.)
For Eric Clapton
One day a friend asked
if a single note
struck by his hand
could make someone cry.
Yesterday I watched a video
of him in concert, his life
played out in a progressions
of riffs and chords as his life
played out on stage and the light
shown upon him.
I call it passion.
I call it love.
Blue lights, red lights, yellow.
O how he has lived beyond
the worst times of his life.
I admit I’ve lived hard times, too,
And to this day I admit
I look for his song.
Outside my window
a leaf turned color
falls to the ground—
and the year passes with a whisper.
The housecat sits at the top
of the stairs, while downstairs
someone stirs, but lyrics run
through my head, such passion.
My mind’s eye sees the faces
of women I loved. I’m left
with unfinished conversations.
Entry for the MORE THAN A SOFT TOY Contest
More Than A Soft Toy
More than a toy--
This poly-cotton blend,
A plushy bear,
My bestest friend.
His name? Chuckles Beary--
And boy can he rock!
Kept his guitar
In an old woolen sock.
When I was down,
All alone with the blues,
He’d “Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news.”
Chuckles played his guitar
“just like ringing a bell.”
His hugs and music
Made everything well.
Even today, grown up
And turning gray,
I can still hear Chuckles
Tune up and say:
“Let me hear that rock and roll music,
any old way you choose it.
Got a backbeat--
you can’t lose it.”
And I’m young again
With Chuckles Beary,
When Rock and Roll was young
And the world a lot less scary
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
Miss you C.B.
Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair
She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school
she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you honey
she's on that kit whether cloudy or sunny
She's been that way right from the start
plays from the the soul, plays from the heart
she always does more than her part
it's not just passion, it's her art
looking back I am that fool
dug in like a Missouri mule
and if this doesn't break some rule
she's not just cool - she's old school cool
word
Classical is from the Middle Ages
in the mid-1940's we had Bebop
a fast-tempo 19th / 20th century Jazz
then along came Doo-wop
with group harmonies
the 50's brought us rock and roll
which developed the 1960's
(sad to say) Disco and its glitter ball
then psychedelic pop rock
blues and folk rock
and in the 1970's it was Hip-hop
and also Rap
which was misspelt
it should read 'Crap'
the 1980's were synthesised
1990's gave us Garage and Grunge
2020's saw online streaming
by the record industry which makes me cringe
Country music (C&W) too (hit or flop)
I know it's true I left out (Reggae) more than a few
but no matter the genre tempo or key
the self-same seven notes do it for eclectic me
Neon haze on cobblestone nights,
whispers ride on the southern moonlight.
Shadows dance in the lamplight’s gleam,
bourbon burns, but so do my dreams.
There's a preacher on the corner,
selling sinners one last prayer.
But the devil’s got a table,
and he’s pulling up a chair.
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise.
The river hums a lonesome tune,
trumpets wail under a voodoo moon.
Cards fall fast in the gambler’s hand,
love’s for sale with a one-night stand.
There's a girl in red velvet,
spilling secrets in her wine,
Says, "Boy, you best be leavin',
while the night is still alive."
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise.
Footsteps fade in the mist and rain,
the ghosts still whisper my name…
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise…
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
there's no one around you see
it's just me and cliff
ear buds help cushion the volume
my smartphone warns me
it could damage my ears
i put it at full volume
it's 9:40pm and the family are asleep
this could go on all night
cliff said he was proud he never adopted a
hedonistic rock and roll lifestyle and never wanted
to trash a hotel room
i've just trashed the attic
to the beat beat beat my heart bears
the melody holds dear the magic spell
IT’S ONLY ROCK AND ROLL
“I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll”
The music genre that emerged
In the early to mid-fifties
Called rock music in mid-sixties
With a back beat and a dance rhythm
I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll
“I wanna rock and roll all night”
To this edgy style of music.
Music derived from the rhythm and
Blues, boogie-woogie, jazz and swing
I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll
With “Rhythm and rhyme and harmony”
So “Let that rhythm get into you”
In freeing your soul, in dancing
And grooving, in drifting away
I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll
1. “I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll” – It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll (but I Like it) – The Rolling Stones
2. “I wanna rock and roll all night” – Rock and Roll All Nite - Kiss
3. “Rhythm and rhyme and harmony” – Drift Away – Mentor Williams
4. “Let that rhythm get into you” – Rock With You – Michael Jackson
In front of the China Palace restaurant
there was a stone frog,
it was not hatched in a cloud of spawn
like the rest of us,
it was decorative,
placed as it was,
upon a rock
above an ornamental pond.
Inside the China Palace
there was, at some time,
a similar stone frog,
it could have been a female frog,
hard to say for sure.
If given a million years
the two stone artifacts
may have rolled into each other
as many rocks do in time.
Sadly the two gender neutral frogs
will never now meet
for the restaurant closed for good
some time ago,
it is now a Burger King franchise.
The stone frogs have been banished,
one to a faraway garden center,
the other to the back of that same
fast food eatery.
At back of the former China Palace
there remains a small enclosure
where hard working Americans
in the catering and service industry
are known to smoke a hasty cigarette,
and talk into their cell phones -
mostly about sex.
That’s just how things roll around here.
At one time loud rock and roll music
Would drive me up the wall
Guess I must have really mellowed out
It no longer upsets me at all
Either that or I'm losing my hearing
That could be the reason
Whichever the case it's sure a relief
To finally get rid of those demons
My son Scottie is into loud music
Middle aged but still hasn't lost it
So loud it blasts you out of your chair
Your knickers get bunched up and knotted
Each to his own that's the way it should be
No one should complain or criticize
We're all here for a very short while
So the secret is to compromise
At one time loud rock and roll music
Would drive me up the wall
Guess I must have really mellowed out
It no longer upsets me at all
(perhaps it's my loss of hearing?)
LET’S ROCK AND ROLL MINICHU
Always have fun to dance
Swing in Chuck Berry’s rock music to free my soul,
in a trance.
Or dance free style
in Little Richard’s rock and roll
with smile.
Rock beat
makes me feel whole.
Sweet!
Always have fun to dance
in Little Richard’s rock and roll
Sweet!
3/27/22 Let's Minichu On Fun Poetry
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