Short Grateful Dead Poems

Jerome John Garcia
was into smoking reefer
as a guitarist his music was in his head
so he formed The Grateful Dead 
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pass the dark
half time
the rest of me
into the spiral of spin
the schelpture of electric light
cascades over wretch
the grateful dead
kiss you into life


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They thought that I was a damsel in distress
Tied unto their railroad tracks, until I took a bite..
This main course a franchise her vanilla cream skies ?
Tipping a martini two cherries virgin hues; the grateful dead....

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The stretching of nimbus
arcane  into the neigh
the grateful dead laugh
into the dark
half lying 
with mouth open
where the sons of the glen
take you into the Sun
over broken barricades
mounds of high light appear
into the blue of the waves
kiss winds spark

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The high priests have spoken
we were thrilled
when they said we could sleep
through.
They knew we were tired,
that we were natural-born agitators
given to independent incivility.
It was good to relax,
to completely numb the heart-sickness;

and so to bed
with the rest of the grateful dead....

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In the city one day 
I could not walk 
rain coming down 
thought my story was over
But I was saved by a magnificent stranger
who stopped his car 
and hailed me 
a livery car rider to the doctors
Who says New Yorkers have no heart
As the Grateful Dead have sung
"Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart 
you just have to poke around"...

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Dawns Just Like This

Wake now, discover that you are the song the mornin’ brings . . .em>

-The Grateful Dead-


Dawn easing through
Needle-Eye The Organs once 
clear-cut, parsed plain, it seems, 
like the desert, flattening its curve
over bramble, pepperweed roughage,
just for us, on dawns just like this, 
breath-fresh, not one woke soul sick....

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The fire was cast forward on the wind
From Hell it came with fiery breath to begin
As it scorched the earth on dragon’s breath
Blasting everything as the world was swept with death

Those that were not consumed within the fire
Knew their situation was so very dire
And they thought to themselves in their silent song
Perhaps the grateful dead were right all along.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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A favorite Grateful Dead song,
Going Down the Road Feeling Bad...
Who hasn't had such days?

An astonishing band they were
Amazing in so many ways...

In the early 70's I had
The pleasure to be
In a "Dead" cover band,
How incredible they were
They took me to "another land"

Golden memories
Goose-bump laden music
Oh, to relive a single night

To "Go where the water tastes like wine"
And once more,
To be in a time that was, oh, so fine....

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What price for country now
Is it what money takes a bow
To attack another is such a deed
Peace the sacrifice for diplomatic speed

Flights of black crows cover the sky
Gone are the white doves who fall and die
And khaki drills fashion the day
No more bright colours is the way

When you can’t lie safe in bed
In this lost peace will you be the grateful dead
With the only dance being macabre
Who will win no-one will stir.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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My favorite 
time span,
the sixties’s of course.
When blues and soul, 
and rock 
and roll
combined to 
give us
Isaac Hayes and Nat King Cole,
and Elvis sings across the land. 
Boston Pops 
on stage
and the three stooges a rage.
I’d go back in a heartbeat
if I could see Grateful Dead,
or catch Cher on the scene,
revisit Tiny Tim’s obscene,
get into Melanie’s head,
I would, 
surely would. 


May 24 2011  
For Nette's contest...

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Away on a strange trip 
No, I couldn't see
Away on a strange trip  
High on L.S.D. 

A true "Grateful Dead" head 
I always will be 
When I lay in my bed 
Oh, the colours I see 

"What a strange trip it's been" 
The "Grateful Dead" sang 
Jerry Garcia- seen  
Went out with a bang 

They all tripped on acid 
How did they all play 
I saw them "Lake Placid" 
Way back in the day 

I went with my brother 
First concert- ever 
I didn't tell mother 
Let me go- never...

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