So,
we’ll just write a poem
yessir
just sit down and write
a poem of love
of rescue, of
summer breeze and
removal of hate,
a poem that says
we were here
and the flowers were wiser,
and the animals were wiser than we,
we rescuers of ourselves,
always rescueing ourselves.
Be like my cat.
See how she
loves,
truly loves the
cream.
art music poetry
Stevie Ray and Albert King
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gZB57b3lPQE#!
Albert King & Stevie Ray Vaughan — In Session 2010 1983
Yeah I know. I’m on a Stevie Ray Vaughan kick. This is a new one and long one, a concert. My concert series. That’s it.
Two Blues greats enjoy each other’s company and play.
What’s better than good company and music? Food? Break out the chips baby!
the groove poem by H.E. Hasben
smoke a joint, man, I mean
get off center,
cruise.
You ever cruise?
Yeah man just
gliiiiiiide
let the winds take you
man.
That woman she done said too much
done
let go of the groove.
Man there were days when
it flowed, the
groove,
like molassis on a hot stove.
we were young then
things mattered, we still thought
things mattered,
like we were young actors
waiting for discovery and
not knowing what that meant.
Yeah man those were the days
Chill out dude
time will get you quickly enough
so let the fresh air in
and grooooove
dude
Sweet Dreams Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Sweet Dreams?
Dreamed of you last night, the ease
of our embrace, not wanting to break
free, or be alone, the dream ended
as it began us entwined, in the grip
of eternity; woke up to a calm
bedroom and your vanishing smile.
My wife breathed evenly beside
me the pain of lost love and
the sadness of not loving her,
the way I still adore you, kept me
trapped in a melancholic
mood till released by a new day.
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No War Has Ever Been Won by Summer Breeze
No War Has Ever Been Won
the south still fights the civil war
the Native Americans theirs
behind an Asian smile is Hiroshima
leaders may surrender and obey
people never forget
nor accept
defeat
carrying bigger and bigger sticks
created billions of splinters
mighty motes
splintering the children
billions of lives sacrificed
no war has ever been won
Summer Breeze is the publisher and editor of Moongate Internationale at Motherbird.com