Les Poetes Ont Ete Reduits Au Silence




A storm so profound it was felt cross the ocean



The prophet stared as the flames burnt his words

The poets ink running dry

A mother stood weary holding teardrops of blue

As the fathers wept to the sky


And the children screamed the name of the king

Who answered dressed as a mime

The laughter dried up and shriveled with age

It seems we have run out of time


An event so profound it challenged the bards

Who cried free of nary a word

The lion of treason roared out to the lambs

A evil growl that all the world heard



Have you heard the news

The president died

As people hung out their clothes

How could that happen

Who shot the king

Shrugging shoulders nobody knows



Turned our ears to the voice of the one who made sense

Of every bit of life’s drama small and immense


But Bobby stayed silent

Nothing more to be told

Fear grows much younger

And the world looks so old


So we turned to our prophet begging a sign

No oracle answered we’ve now crossed a line

What’s gonna happen

What where and when

When like the rising sun

The poet picked up his pen


No longer standing silent the tellers took back their stage

Told us all stand together wash away vengeful rage


With the power of love You write your own story

Fill you heart with belief for hate has no glory

Get back to your life

Don’t yield your power to a coward who preys on your strife





Hear the toll from the cloisters

And the laughter of children

Don’t let the world tremble and crack

Your just one in a million

Sing with the stars

And dance with the moon

The poets and prophets

Are singing your tune

I have words to share

I’m ready to show it

I’ll not let the terrorist

Silence this poet

Live free, love free, and stand tall and proud



Hey Man, Nice Town

nice town

If I had me a bike I’d be riding like Bronson
Cant never stay in one place for too long
Don’t need no anchor the road is my mistress
She sings to me so I answer her song

Always in motion nomadic and constant
There’s so much of the world left to see
If you want to get out from under the weight
Pack what you can say good bye just like me

Travel’s my code
My life of the road
Kerouac would never slow down
Hop on a freight
Where am I this date
Its like whatever man, nice town

Stepped off the bus not even sure where I am
Just gotta pray the town you’re in has some heart
There are so many cities I get so confused
After awhile you can’t even tell ‘em apart

Neon flashed out more than a chance invitation
Cup of hot coffee to warm lonely bones
Waitress served me a wink with a side of compassion
Plain to see we both suffer a sex Jones

Together we found comfort
In a bedroom of solace
Thought she would never slow down
She asked me to stay
But at the end of the day
I’m like whatever man, nice town

Two lonely lovers in one lonely town
With her stuck in chains I was soaring with wings
Two lonely lovers both searching the stars
Meeting in this town was just one of those things

Where are you going where are you from
What brings us together on this night
You need the comfort of being at home
I need the endless road found in flight

I’ll never stay
I’ll just run away
Never in one place am I found
There’s room for one more
Just walk out the door
Say like whatever man, nice town

The tray that you carry keeps you in prison
Your husband nailing your dress to the shack
Only you can make your pathway to freedom
Escape the prison of love on your back

This time tomorrow I’ll be back on the bus
Heading straight to destination unknown
I’ll have two tickets and a heart full of hope
If you don’t show guess I’ll just travel alone

She felt kinda weak
Couldn’t even speak
Seems like a bug of some kind going roun’
Heart on her sleeve
Just couldn’t leave
Its like whatever man, nice town

If I had me a bike I’d be riding like Bronson
Cant never stay in one place for too long
Don’t need no anchor the road is my mistress
She sings to me so I answer her song

Flightless bird


Trapped in the bedroom
No wings for flight
Ineffective refusal
Surrendering in fright

Unwilling arousal
Tenderly employed
No reciprocation
The master is annoyed

Fear driven desire
Superficial stimulation
Ecstatic and gloomy
Ersatz reciprocation

Blurred line of vision
Hazy scarlet eyes
Standing with bravado
Tearfully she denies

Brutally reminded
Of gilded bedroom cage
Returns artificial pleasure
Consuming it with rage

Ire charged erotic
Wistful in the night
Engage in passion play
The bird is poised for flight

She never flies away
Saddest story I ever heard
Sexually imprisoned
Rue the flightless bird


Be The First One On Your Block To Have Your Boy Come Home in a Box

be the first

Schoolyard fights and bloody noses just one of the crowd
Trying to find his way through life he never got too loud
Normal kid in a normal life just like a million others
Mom Dad an older Sis, four young and faithful brothers
Born another average healthy kid just like you and me
Do the right thing god and country a soldier he would be

Blacklight posters
Day glow paint
He’s a rebel
No restraint
Beatle boots
Pointed shoes
paisley print
Bell bottom blues
Long hair hippie
Aint no biggie
English fashion
We love Twiggy
World on fire
Burn baby burn
No deposit
No return

Grew so fast and learned so much in a boring little town
Never let the weight of world fall and take him down
Kickball baseball young kid games a catch out back with Dad
Had a Duncan yo-yo, lava lamp and every latest fad
Did his homework studied hard and earned himself good grades
We rode our bicycles every year in the holiday parades

Monkees on TV
Batman too
Ginger or Maryanne
Which one would you do?
A groovy story
Of a groovy bunch
See the Lone Ranger
On his box of lunch
Granny and hillbillies
Tripping Dick Van Dyke
Flipper the dolphin
Bronson on his Bike
99 and Maxwell
A very pretty witch
Saturday morning cartoons
Scooby & Ritchie Rich

But when his number came up he was selected in draft
Moving to Saigon where he’s sure to get the shaft
Fighting for his country and for his family’s honor
The general never told Mom that her son will likely be a goner
Its easy when you send young kids to someone else’s shore
While yours are at home safe and free from being drafted into a war
Assassinations become the norm as well as governmental con
John -Bobby -Martin King I turned around and they were gone

Gone, baby, gone
Died for his country
Mama carried on
Daddy even cried
Lost his first born son
How did all this happen
When will all this end?
VD crabs the clap
Malaria and typhus
Forget about disease
Cuban missile crisis
Drop the bomb
Drop the bomb
Kill the dirty commies
Blow up Viet Nam

Just one more of many deaths to parade across the news
So many young ones died for Nielson ratings and reviews
A grisly war played out on screens all across the TV nation
To prove they care they give the maimed a purple commendation
Too many of our children harmed, too many now deceased
While oil and giant businesses continue getting greased

Does it matter
Who cares
Brother’s dead
Mom in tears
Wounded soldiers
That’s their fate
Vets get help
Too little too late
Protest march
Peaceful rally
Songs of freedom
Tin Pan Alley
Pete and Woody
Jim ‘a crowin’
Bobs freewheeling
Wind is blowing

We need to stop the killing and fighting war is just insane
Finding peace solutions seems like what we should obtain
As humans keep on dying for the power and the oil
The annihilation of our planet seems to figure in it all
We have to make them listen to the peaceful rants and raves
Or the place of all our residence will be dead and in our graves

Make Love
Not War
Flower Power
Feed the poor
Turn on
Tune in
Hawks and Doves
For the win
Elect Nixon
He’s great
Impeach Nixon
Denounce war
Declare peace
Increase love
Let hate cease

I long for the day when every nation declares peace on every other nation. You may say that I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one. I hope some day you’ll join us, and the world will live as one. Thank you John Lennon, there are some who still strive to keep your dream alive…..Imagine That! PEACE