A conversation in 25 words
Mother knows best
It’s not a test
I’m a rebel, man
I’m going to San Fran
Be sure to wear
Some flowers in your hair!
The tiny flightless Woodstock
chirped and chirped around the clock
Snoopy being his special friend of friends
understood all his verbal odds and ends
AP: 3rd place 2025
a musical trio
livening up the prairie
enthusiastic beatnik dog on bongo drums
terrifically talented tambourine-playing Tomcat
Romanian beauty with flashing eyes with a ukulele
people arrive to sing along and dance
it feels like the seventies
Woodstock sixty years later
Like returning to a place in a dream:
sound of one hand clapping:
the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits
into the welcoming Light of day.
“I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan
I AM A STRANGER HERE without you
I CAN'T EXPLAIN why
I walk through this RING OF FIRE
WHERE THE NIGHTIME IS THE RIGHT TIME-
when out of the darkness I SHALL BE RELEASED
from the uncertainty of my struggle
There are 500,000 souls here
with one voice of peace and love, and I…
am finding my voice in Neverland-
intensely running in the circles of my irreverence
to create the chords within the tunes…
my music - my rhythm – my soul
my words to change the world
Looking to my orator of this brotherhood
MR. TAMBOURINE MAN,
the designated ghost of my hope
hammering the jingling beat
that shackled my feet to follow
this haunting melody inside me
where I am the master of my freedom
But…
You are my song of songs,
YOU ARE AS GOOD AS YOU'VE BEEN TO THIS WORLD,
the hand I hold to walk in this light
lingering sweetly in the HIGH TIME
of my experimental chaos
that I so fiercely hold onto
within the bosom of my art
that rages ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
of my soul
MY DARLING BE HOME SOON
Inspired by this adorable Snoopy art! (Snoopy reaching for a star. Woodstock is standing behind him.)
Reach for the stars! Pick the one that's right for you and your friend and shine brightly together!
Pick a star
By Michelle Morris
08/07/2023
Reach up high
Pick a star
The right one for you
And for your friend's heart
Shine brightly together
Reflect your love and light
Best friends forever
Snoopy and Woodstock smile
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew
Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due.
I was too young, alas, or I would have been there.
Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair.
Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin.
Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter who was poured in.
People ate healthy, they were taunt and tight.
Music wafted all over the hills on this Saturday night.
Platform shoes, cowboy boots, sandals, anything went.
Some hitched rides in caravans, that were heaven-sent.
Lots of clean fun while folk music enticed the crowd.
Rolling, rocking, roaring fun, and probably sixteen times too loud.
The kids aren’t right and it's your fault
You laid down and let evil sprinkle it’s salt
Leaving our futures to rot
Tell me know was it worth the cost
Your worthless years of senseless pleasure
Have caused harm to great to measure
With your feeble frame can you even fix the fissure
Ignored the truth
In your youth
To good, you gave the cold shoulder
I hope that you see it now that your older
I hope you speak truth and justice to your granddaughter
And teach her how to be a good mother
And to edify her brothers
Help heal others
And be a beacon of truth
Generations
Blinded by temptations
Have ripped the fabric of many nations
And it’s up to both young old to restore
The country’s gaping bloody hole
Woodstock ‘69
At first they said we couldn’t;
And then they found they couldn’t stop us now.
We came together as one people.
The smoke we blew, flew up and made the clouds.
They said it wouldn’t happen,
But the happening is louder than one sound.
With peace and love we could be happy;
Try as they might to bring us down.
There stands a sea of people.
The band on stage, the force behind the hand.
We come in peace, so peaceful.
We crash wherever, sleeping on the land.
The voices spread like a virus.
Chinese whispers write a novel of romance.
They couldn’t understand what lives inside us.
Now they see, we only came to sing and dance.
Love is all you need, to truly love your life, man!
The concert is a sell-out.
The tickets all say free; it’s no more plans.
Just flowing with the motion, taking all we have.
The rain came down and some said, that was the end of that.
Up rose a half a million peace signs.
The food is free; the peace is in your hands.
This thing that they called Woodstock,
Grew bigger than you…and I’m a hippy man.
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Once blossomed Woodstock-
Which spread waves of culture shock,
That's now classic rock!
I still have my tickets
And what I recall
Was the feeling of kinship
Connecting us all.
We rolled down our windows,
In traffic for miles,
As peace-fingered V-signs
Elicited smiles.
“You goin’ to Woodstock?”
We’d shout as we passed
Though since everyone was,
We knew we’d have a blast.
They talk of the mud
And the sex and the drugs
But we went for the music
And peace, love and hugs.
The 60’s was magic
With hope in the air
And all who remember
Were glad to be there.
My cottage which sat at the end
Of an old country trail
Lined with trees
Has been replaced
By streetlamps and a paved road
Called Market Street
I no longer see
The cold northern winds
Swaying snow filled branches
Or the morning frost
Gathering on the bottom
Of my cottage windows
The sound of the forest
Has been replaced
By the movement of cars
In the morning
On their way to work
And in the evening going home
The beauty of a full moon
Surrounded by the brilliance
Of a million stars
Has been washed pale
By the brightness
Of city street lights
While I spend too much time
Wondering why I am here
Trying to understand
The foolishness that caused me
To sit and accept
What I have done... and why
Woodstock is gone
Old hippies, good food
a couple of good bookstores
In short a trip to Woodstock, New York
I wore a shirt with a picture of Dylan Thomas(not bob Dylan - whom I follow)
People don't know about that place
It is a change of pace from NYC
My poetry teacher said to write in iambic pentameter
Well, I might try to
and perhaps you should to
But the main point is getting your message out
Poetic brothers and sister!
Right in the midst of it all there were these three nuns
As they were there on call where others had sought fun
And yet along they made their way in full habit with Cross
But no one was there to pray, not thinking of any such loss
Slowly they would walk with the crowds being so large
So few even willing to talk as the drugs were in charge
But the three persisted in The Way, smiles upon their face
Seeing them I must say then walked about with such grace
There soon came a camera crew and they quietly walked by
And there they were now in view just smiling as to say high
And as they were almost past the one nun a favorite of mine
As she slightly turned to cast a very, very famous peace sign
Such a light heartedness within this young woman's heart
Just a presence to bless is such a desperately needed part
Then off they went doing the things for which they were here
Yet the sign that she had sent came across so loud and clear
Nun peace sign woodstock
I have spent too many years
Walking backwards
Trying to retrace my steps
But every place I have gone
Has changed
It seems that nothing
Ever remains the same
And no one
Except for me
Remembers you
And though
They call me a fool
And tell me
That it's impossible
I still believe
That you are out there
Somewhere
Doing the very same thing
Walking backwards
Looking for me
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