Woodstock Poems

Woodstock Sixty Years Later

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

Woodstock 1969 revisted

Like returning to a place in a dream:

sound of one hand clapping:

the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits

into the welcoming Light of day.

Finding My Voice In Neverland - A Musicians Letter From Woodstock

“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

Pick a Star

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

Charles Schulz Peanuts Character Woodstock

Charles Schulz Peanuts character Woodstock

Analogous to (being mine) security blanket
similar, but not identical
to the trademark one
clutched by Linus Van Pelt,
I take flight into sleep
courtesy holding fictional little yellow bird,
a mutual (of Omaha) best friend of Snoopy.

While drifting off into dreamland
holding tight to said stuffed animal,
yours truly listens to the drip...drip...drip
of wet clothes air drying on

Woodstock Wild

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

After Woodstock

The inspiration for today’s poem…I found beneath my feet…
as I began my walk this morning…in a guitar stain on the street.

Last night we attended a concert at a friends house…where we sat off in the wings…and listened to Walter Parks serenade us…tells us stories…and coax his guitar to sing.

Walter Parks backed up Richie Havens for

Woodstock

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

Woodstock '69

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

Happy Daze

Once blossomed Woodstock-
Which spread waves of culture shock,
That's now classic rock!

Woodstock

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

Woodstock Fifty Years Ago August 15 19, 2019

WoodStock - Fifty Years Ago August 15-19, 2019

I knew nary a whit about
rock n roll history
soon to unfold August fifteen –
eighteen ninety sixty nine
mollycoddled, nestled,
obliviously preoccupied

bajillion miles away
attending Baker Park Day Camp
within Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
innocently naive shy lad
hidebound, yours truly
to prefer tried and true familiar turf

quite limited radius
circumscribed physical world,
yes quite sheltered proximity, where
birth family resided
324

Woodstock Is Gone

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

Visit To Woodstock

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

Woodstock

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

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