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For The Pharaoh of the Studio Eight GO~

Post by gypsyjoker » March 1st, 2019, 12:01 am

time the unbending deserter

the heart grows weary the last billion beats
the brain gains insight into the blessings of longevity
time the unbending deserter
leaves us only the now
fill every moment with love
and the time will see that it's done
Post by WIREMAN » September 30th, 2005, 5:13 pm
put on a lil heaven
by rolling stones
turn on and the
world cracks into
tiny blue cubes
that's when the
bird takes over
a condor floatin
on warm thermals
to be exact..........glidin along the sheer rock faces
no flappin......just floatin........
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Re: For The Pharaoh of the Studio Eight GO~

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by jimboloco » October 16th, 2005, 9:29 am
ah things cast in a better light
what we all long for so
everybody must get stoned
and you know we can really fake it
with wit and chitchatting
paddy cake paddy cake baker's man
get me a coffee and a real glad hand
with a frozen frosty mug of ice cold beer
drink up drink up
hot and cold brewz
to warm you up and kool youze tooo,
say, which one is youze?
still trucking
trick or treating
driving round the bend
don't never give me
a chance to say "AMEN!"
halleluja brother
go down by the river
and wear that golden crown
wade in the water
and baptise that frown
an when you believe
you will walk on water
with a joker up your sleeve.
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Re: For The Pharaoh of the Studio Eight GO~

Post by judih » March 2nd, 2019, 1:14 am

back to life
refreshment for modern blues
thanks, jack

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Re: For The Pharaoh of the Studio Eight GO~

Post by gypsyjoker » March 9th, 2019, 11:09 pm

I once called you baby sister, you are more like a big sister to me.
I heard or read that Jimbo was able to reconcile with his mother before it was too late.
Listening to Mozart writing this and thinking about Sylvia Plath's son.
"It is the exception that interests the devil.
"Three Women
A Poem for Three Voices
Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about"
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Re: For The Pharaoh of the Studio Eight GO~

Post by judih » March 9th, 2019, 11:16 pm

sisters, brothers
voices of connection
stronger with time

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Post by stilltrucking » February 7th, 2021, 4:58 pm

Robert M. Peterson's Last Poem
Post by Scootertrash » Mon Jan 10, 2005 12:22 pm
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the last known poem of Peterson's--He died shortly after completing it...
CABIN FEVER

two weeks solid wind & rain
rasp of chainsaw up
white rock creek
bisecting a blow-down
read voyage of the beagle
'til you go crazy
talk to the fire, lamplight
at noon. voices in
the storm-blacked night
sing your name
this is called
cabin fever

~

truck broke down
hike 2 miles to the ridge
on iced gravel then
3 miles down
to the county road before
i get a ride

run out of rum
tired of canned beans
low on tobacco
last year planted
3 gardens 'fore i got one
to grow

~

bound for a week-end in town
drizzle glistening 101
fuzzy neons advertising
nefarious destinations
boomer's, timber trails, redwood empire
adrenalin & smoke in the brain
clatter of jukebox & dicecup
flash of a dancing thigh

gun-metal dawn
in a drunken motel room
half-pack of marlboros
split the last 3 beers
both secretly wondering
how did i get into this & how many lies
did i tell?

~

stock the cabin four day's wood
two inside by the stove
two in the box on the porch
that way I only have to hit the pile
every other day
canned ham cabbage & corn fritters
can of beer & a shot of brandy
typing poems on a typewriter
half a century old
ice crystals forming all over
northwestern america

Wildwood Falls, Or., 1986
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