"motown" poems
I'm a rocker who likes country
But lately what I find
is that whatever I am hearing
turns to foggy mountain breakdown
in my mind
I listen to Nirvana
And I love to hear it fuzz
But right now Dave Grohl's music
has got foggy mountain breakdown
kind of buzz
Someone saved my life tonight
Elton, don't you know
That right now when I hear it
it's got a foggy mountain breakdown
old banjo
Rock and Roll forever
That's always been my line
But now it doesn't matter
there's a foggy mountain breakdown
it sure don't sound like Motown
there's a foggy mountain breakdown
in my mind
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
...Sky Isa Love!!!!
THAT IS ALL!!!!!!!!!
BILL WITHERS - LEAN ON ME LYRICS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=JR0NZqu6igg
Lean On Me (Live) From a 1973 Concert
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg
Love potion number 9, The Searchers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rXhXLsNJL8
White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q
MOTOWN MAGIC!!!!!!
Sa Sa Go Go Go
BEST OF MOTOWN....BREATHE...Sky Isa Love
I Can't Get Next To You, Psychedelic Shack (the Temptations),
Bernadette (The Four Tops),
Everyday People (Sly & The Family),
I just Called To Say I Love You (Stevie Wonder)
Ain't Too Proud To Beg (The Temptations),
Back In My Arms Again (The Supremes)
Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--jWPzNNdN4
Best Of Motown Part 2 Video Mix of;
My Cherie Amour (Stevie Wonder),
I'm Gonna Make You Love Me (Diana Ross & The Supremes with the Temptations),
What's Going On (Marvin Gaye)
Love Child (Diana Ross & The Supremes),
Runaway Child Running Wild (The Temptations),
For Once In My Life (Stevie Wonder},
I'm Losing You (The Temptations),
What Does It Takes (Jr Walker & The All Stars),
Stop In The Name Of Love (Diana Ross & The Supremes),
Reach Out I'll Be There (Four Tops),
I Can't Help Myself (Four Tops),
Get Ready (The Temptations),
Dancing In The Street (Martha & The Vandellas)
I Hear A Symphony (Diana Ross & The Supremes).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=VTe06PrXwo4
Top Tracks for Earth, Wind & Fire....
Starts with;
"Fantasy" (1977)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTQJ2QiK4QU&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9AIdf-oDDL0ZRzIehPw5WY6
Top Tracks for Diana Ross & the Supremes
Starts with;
Love Child!!!!
Beautiful imagery!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IluVWcNtR8&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9BkdB7ckbcLpD9AIriJX-5P
**The Power of Music & Images
Used On One Of The Most Popular
& Most Loved Ballads Of All Time, Enjoy!!!**
***Top Tracks for Chicago
Starts with;***
Hard To Say I'm Sorry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqq3tW3iACw&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9ABX4lv1Ast8ZktnOYg-vpB
Okay so double triple down on this!!!!!!!!
LOVE CHILD Diana Ross & The Supremes
***~Sky Isa Love~~
What can I say my first album;***
LOVE CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gets me every time!!!!!!!
More Beautiful Imagery!!!
Afu Ra Ka ALL!!!!! (see note)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2icqNPcNS4
EARTH WIND & FIRE-WOULD YOU MIND
...Sky Isa Love
very beautiful once again!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rInQEQ-yUc
A Motown mega-mix mashup: Motor City's biggest hits combined with classic Christmas songs, sung by your favorite Motown stars.
Includes....
"I Saw My Girl Kissing Santa Claus"
"I Jingle That Emotion"
"I Heard It From The Red Nosed Reindeer"
"Claus Get Next To You"
"Santa Was a Rollin' Stone"
"Ain't No Silent First Noel"
...as performed by....
Stevie Wonder
Michael Jackson
Smokey Robinson
The Temptations
The Supremes
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir
...and, of course, the Funk Brothers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNvoSf2389k
THAT IS ALL!!!
LOVE ALL!!!!
Sa Sa Ra!!!!
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Corporations **** the core
Cuts the soul to ribbons
Takes all the labor
And pays back in paltry paychecks
That barely covers our debts
Whilst doling out pain and exhaustion
But the people are good
Hardworking and smiling
Straining to maintain
That spark of heart
That remains
While paying their bills
And feeding their family
The shift starts
And tired bodies
Stumble in
Factory already
Rumbling
Like last night’s thunder
People laughing and chatting
Lebanese dude calls me Habibie
Grinning and patting me on the back
Brown brother give me a knuckle bust
As he passes by with a playful gleam in his eyes
One guy doesn’t high five but bumps elbows
The Congo girls speak another language
Beautiful flowing and musically rhythmical
The Janitor sings Motown
In this factory town these are good people
The generators hum
The machine sings
Doing their thing
Hoses circulate water
Like life’s blood
Taking in the heat
And sending it away
Bringing back more cool water
That does the same
Cooling the loud and hot equipment
While the employees are stressed and sweating
Wearing muscle fatigue and sleep deprivation
Like it’s their second skin
The machines drums ch, ch, crack
Ch, ch crack like a musical number
While the workers hustle
A smoke break and a popsicle
Then back to work
A lunch break and a conversation
Then back to work
Last smoke break and a phone call
Then back to work
Leaving the factory body hurting
But still coming off
The assembly line a good person
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
This is Detroit
and we ignore
what the rest of the world
has to say about us,
we wear our stink
like a badge of honor
and we laugh
at the fear on your face
knowing where you are
and what youve heard.
This is Detroit
the motor-city
which means
you better own one
because our public transportation *****
our roads aren't much better
and our gas prices are high
which means
the speed limit is unacceptable in the fast lane
in fact,
anything thats not 10-15 over
is not acceptable
treat our highways like the autobahn
This is Detroit
and any Coney Island you go to
you shouldn't see any fries
underneath the chili and cheese
regardless how small It may be
This is Detroit
and its a city that refuses to die
because of its artistic output
from Motown
to Eminem
and our failures
that catch the eye of the world
yet we live on
through the hardship
that builds our character
as they scoff
This is Detroit
and every pothole
every decaying building
every makeshift
into a new business
is a character trait
where banks become pizza shops
and theaters parking lots
This is Detroit
where we still show up and party
for a football team that has never
won a Superbowl
This is Detroit
we are dangerous
we are lawless
we know our own
and we wouldn't want it any other way
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
I don't even know what I'm doing I guess.
I have never been here before. I have never felt
the bitter effects of being so close to seventeen that
You can taste it.
I've never fully put myself out on a limb yet.
I've never dangled so high above the canyons of- I don't even know what.
(sorry, I'm too tired to think of a metaphor).
I've never tried so hard to win before,
hell, I've never really wanted to win before.
I'm strung together with motown and old violin strings
and also the constant nagging to become something.
I really don't want to, please don't make me.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
Tamla Motown,
my soccer team Tottenham
for so many sweet memories,
my old girlfriend Stella ... I know
I should have Stella,
I know,
tigers,
brown bears & the lowly centipede,
Charlie Chaplin, that old ****** son of a gun,
Laurel & Hardy, just because ...
Tarkovsky movies ... Toshiro Mifune,
anything with custard,
apple pie,
fresh bread,
Indian folks for the way they
shake their heads for yes,
Indian folks for their god
that charming Ganesh,
books,
Sci-fi movies ... lots of them anyway,
children laughing,
children playing,
& thus playgrounds,
serious folks who pay attention,
Anarchists ... of course,
my old grannie for her
attentions,
English food when it actually
works,
trees,
birds, bees,
old Chinese folks up at dawn
to collect cans,
& my Facebook friends,
take care you all now.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Letters are old school, but I guess so am I.
In a way, I guess that is true,
I sometimes feel like I am an old fool,
Stuck in the Motown groove,
The 21st Century is not for me,
Waiting a minute before I can hear the next song,
And when it eventually comes on it's one filled with hate,
And let’s not even talk about trying to date,
They said to leave a message after a beep,
For my old soul that means a beat,
That brought with it dance and heat,
Words and rhymes and a drumbeat,
See back in my day, a letter meant waiting on the mail man,
And not looking for blue ticks from an app I got from an online store,
It meant post stamps and asking friends to proofread,
It meant punctuating every line so that you knew without you I could not breathe,
Being in love was not just words and play,
It meant dancing in the street; we called it grooving,
Not sweet talking and lying,
The old fool in me is tired of trying,
Am not saying that you are lying,
But you are in no way trying,
To meet me in the street,
Or groove to a Motown beat,
I wish you were sending me flowers,
While you were out there spending time,
With worlds that were not even meant to be real,
My old soul needs more than one-off dines or drinking box wine!
See back in Motown, when a man loved a woman,
He could not keep his mind on anything else,
He did not put a little loving on her, or shelve her
It meant the whole street knew her, and even knew her favorite beat!
I have known only one other of your kind, the sweet-talking guy,
You have me down on my knees wondering when you are going to leave,
That is not love, I don’t know what it is,
Feels like it, but this is something else!
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
I often forget how to write.
Not because I am happy,
and, as they say, happiness writes white.
Nor for any lack of sadness,
for, as I see, sadness is a bottomless ink well.
But for any wild and outrageous feeling,
any like spirit who possesses my hand to start --
with awesome, judging faces sliding on the ceiling,
icons of the mother and god-child
dripping down eternal blue and martyr red,
like arms hanging, waking, pinning!
"Woman, behold your son!"
Behold me, my THC and psilo-sin life,
an endlessly whirling maelstrom of emotion!
flanked by monstrous, winged choirs of Motown
slinging fiery spears, gold rays penetrating!
"Oh, oh, God!" The Ecstasy of St. Philip!
Visions of horse-hung hosts and celestial orbs,
Heaven's dynamo, an **** of screws and cogs!
-- are hid.
I too watched the best minds of my generation,
anesthetized by sanity in a bottle
(id est: pills, pills, pills, pills, pills);
mesmerized by patterns of flashing lights
of digital desperation crying, "affirm me, friend me!" -;
drowned in an endless sea under a twilight of information
or else cats, cats, cats, cats, cats;
and ever afeard of mortal judgment.
“Big boys don’t cry” (so poets do in breathy meter).
A generation asleep
- and though in hopeful dream -
We are placid.
We work obedient.
We speak soft.
Because the whole world is medicated now.
Because the whole world is fixed.
And I wonder if there is a Spirit.
I think, if there is,
We have drugged her.
We have ravished her.
We have wasted her.
And the whole world is silent now.
And the whole world is fixed.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
You came to see me
on a unplanned visit
so I took you to the only
interesting place I could
think of.
I dragged you through subways,
and crowds of interesting people,
to get to our destination,
our final stop in the Brooklyn station.
You doubted my directions,
as I had only gone once before,
but you trusted me enough
to get you to the right store.
You looked at me as we walked in,
doubting me once more,
it was a place full of junk,
you must've thought that I was drunk.
You stepped in through the door,
and right on the floor,
you found an old typewriter
that you wanted forevermore.
Your eyes, they lit up
like none I had ever seen,
as you began to press each key,
and your smile, it gleamed.
At that moment in time,
I knew I had done well,
as you took right off
like you were under a spell.
You ran though the aisles,
taking in each thing,
seeing the beauty behind
the dust and water rings.
You picked up the glassware,
each little piece,
you told me you loved them,
your excitement didn't cease.
We looked through the art,
and the old records too,
you pulled out a few,
and I had out some Motown for you.
It was the perfect day,
that one random trip,
the day that changed it,
the day I made the slip.
I let myself fall
so hard and so fast,
I forgot that china dolls,
are made of such fragile glass.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Motown mojo hops down
Through speakers,
While neon lights
Flash smiles.
A cool, green liquid sits,
Untouched in a lean glass.
Mellow lights give
The place a quiet class.
Amid the pulse of an
After-midnight entourage,
The clamor of
Celebratory laughs.
What’s going on?
Two birds fly by
On the way down South,
Where dancing tunes
Can be heard,
If you listen just right.
Down there, it’s a maze.
I’d rather stay up here,
And park myself
In a trouble-free simplicity,
Letting my mind wander…
Off the beat.
A shift.
Gazing out the window,
And past a yawn,
The fuel of the night
Is far from gone,
Because I can dig
Marvin anywhere.
My attention predictably
Short-lived, I become engrossed
By a bead of dark whiskey,
Which lies upon a neighboring seat
(An elegantly tall bar stool,
Probably made from a cherry tree).
And it’s there I am reminded,
It’s always been the night I seek.
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:51 AM UTC
3 Enchanting Ladies
bang on the drum
deep bass delivered
****** the ivorys
the angels voices raised above
Motown meeting hard rock
the minstrel had to return
to his native land
and opened up
a chance
for me
Gomer LePoet...
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
His warmth seems to come through.
It shows in all his videos.
Where you'll find the coolest Temptations wearing a smile?
His false falestta hid his tenor tones.
But in the songs his voice made them rings.
Whether it was Paul Williams or David Ruffin singing.
Even when he was out front you reconized the man.
Eddie Kendricks smile was front and center.
It's part of his personality you'll remember.
From Why You Wanna Make Me Blue?
All the way to Just My Imagination too.
You felt the sincerity with each song.
Even during his solo years.
You still felt a connection to him.
From Honey Brown to Keep On Truckin'.
You realize his importance.
Berry Gordy founded Motown that's true.
Except Eddie Kendricks contribution help it to grow.
This a lot of fans show recognized and know.
It just wasn't Smokey.
Even those he help everybody's along.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
kindness
respectful
grateful
greatness
the
willingness to forgive
Motown Motown
we
say
goodbye to you
Aretha
dress
in
silver and gold
return home
the
Queen of Soul
you
will never end
let
your light shine
again and again
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Mama likes to turn it up high.
Croon like there’s nothing but sweet, heartbreaking men
he tells her he loves her like there isn’t another woman
loving him forever is what she needs
Croon like there’s nothing but sweet, heartbreaking men
Shakes her head like she’s heard it through the grapevine.
loving him forever is what she needs
Dancing with the mop like he’ll stay true.
Shakes her head like she’s heard it through the grapevine
“Ain’t no mountain high enough!” gaze turned up, looking for the one
Dancing with the mop like he’ll stay true
He’s just another man, he isn’t Motown.
“Ain’t no mountain high enough!” gaze turned up, looking for the one
he tells her he loves her like there isn’t another woman
He’s just another man, he isn’t Motown.
Mama likes to turn it up high.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
**You don’t have to settle
for heavy metal
You don’t have to choose
rhythm and blues
we’ll put a stop
to A.M. pop**
(bridge)
We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
**We’re not fanatical
‘bout Beethoven classical
it’s monotonic junk
all that pogo punk
You won’t have to save
trends of new wave**
(chorus)
**We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
the drummer will pound that rockin’ sound
and the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream**
**You don’t have to settle
for heavy metal
there aint no disco
in San Francisco
this is a rock town
we don’t play Motown**
(chorus)
**We’ve got a scheme for a rock and roll dream
the drummer will pound that rockin’ sound
and the guitars scream in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream
in your rock and roll dream**
(repeat chorus)
**I SC-R-E-E-E-E-E-E-AM
IN YOUR DREAM
YOUR DREAM
DREAM
DREAM**
written by
Warner Baxter and Take Cover
Take Cover Music
Ventura Ca.
1980
all rights reserved
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
sitting in the ****** sunlight
pondering **** Jagger
and who’ll inherit his lips when he dies.
smoke chains from my mouth and
Motown comes to mind.
What I Got is a pregnant cat
with cautious green eyes.
what i think i’ll do is wait,
but when will i stop?
i’ve read my calendars
birthed my charts
and i still can’t decide.
wind blows up my shirt
school buses scream by.
Hey, Children, Hi.
my nicoteen teeth burp
and i’m pushing out a cigarette
heading back inside.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
Have to song along
Nothing I can do about it
About all words known
Motown ... bring it on
Years of chillin' in your space
No matter my age
I always keep pace
Drifting off ... to my soul filled place
All Great things
Visionaries started
Up to that point
No-one ... fussed over it
So masses they fought
Went out on a limb
Did their own thing
And we feel in love ... we did
Mentors of Inspiration
Gave birth to a legend
They set the standard
So we could ... humbly follow it
Thick skinned individuals
Seek the same goal
Of making music
To stir your soul ..
And the beat goes on ...
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
I can't believe it.
I'm sounding like my parents.
Saying the things they use to say.
In my day.
Our music sung about love.
Not about her body.
Or just being a ****
Our lyrics made a lot of sense.
They sung it with clarifty.
And we knew what they meant.
Our artist/singers had names.
Not coded signs or some oddly twisted name.
During the forties, it was Frank Sinatra.
During the fifties, it was Elvis and Chuck Berry.
During the sixties, it was the Beatles and Motown.
During the seventies maybe James Taylor or Jackson Brown.
Many of thought disco was for clowns.
Oh, I'm sounding ike my parents.
But, why shouldn't we?
We are raised by them and adapt ways of them.
And when you think of them.
Do we not love them?
Even if we sound just like them.
We all have heard it.
Even if we wants to deny it.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
I could go anywhere cuz
I'm all about what America's all about:
her mountains, us people, and even her laws.
But when summer ends we'll have to go south.
Home, home is the same.
You drink, you smoke, you lust, you graze.
Leave the Northwest to those who smoke less.
What did we really leave there?
Objects in the mirror seem prettier than here.
My long-, long-, longlost lovers,
you all left this town, its haunts n' romps,
its sunspots and treecover to me,
and look at all the rocks I've found!
It's a lot of time
for so young to spend wisely,
but far to old to while.
If I waste it, it'll **** me.
And the dreams where fears live in,
and the women in them tell you,
"Don't stay."
At a good ole Rock & Roll show,
making sweet eyes at
some singer cat‒
her expression and attitude
is something I'd like to talk to.
Taking mean eyes from
some guitarist boyfriend.
Had I the gall to fight a man and his all,
maybe couldn't maybe can,
rake his all and take his woman.
Still too broke too have her like I'd hope.
This is why we're here, right,
to get away from the wives?
Gone fishing, out living!
Come back home to make my killing.
I could go anywhere cuz
I'm all about getting the hell out
of this downtown for motown and my life abroad.
When next summer comes I'll be gone,
Friends, with or without you along.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
all the while I will love you because I’ve never been good at stringing the little locket heart into my chest. It’s always just dangled in my hand clumsily. People always tell me “kid you gotta hide that. Don’t you know where you are.”and i want to laugh. And say “ I’m in the jungle baby”, proceed to sing the rest of that song, and not let them get me down. Cause **** the ********
It is what it is, the sadness, but with it
also the love
so,
why suffer.
little locket in hand and the nearness of the you, jazz standards floating through my head,
are enough.
It is what it is.
I’m in Love with you. Thousands of Motown songs and R&B 2019 top charting singles running, forming hills in my mind
mounting
so ever slowly, but continuously that everytime I walk past one of those hills, I fail to recognize it.
They’re becoming mountains
They are what they are,
as this is what it is.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
by Terrell Morrow
Motown tune harboring,
Automobile industrial base vicarious drive,
Downtown city lighting life-giver of struggling spirit,
Red-winged-angel-singing city I call home.
They tell me we can’t keep it together,
I fight for your honor trying to ignore the families I’ve seen ripped apart
Through the pressure of financial stress that weighs down the strength
Of even the toughest of Pistons.
Even though I’ve seen the happiness of children ripped away
Transcending from that signing purple colored dinosaur
To the morning sounds of hums,
I’ve heard a remembrance of the happiness of people ripped away
By purple colored gangbangers.
I say to those who don’t see the fury in our eyes,
That burns with the blaze of a 1967 riot,
Is the truth of our history:
Our city, our home, our tears,
From the very moment you set foot on that Riverwalk
And see the Princess set sail to a dream on a bank of beauty
As the waters part like Moses’ path.
We are but mere underdogs with the purest of waters.
The product for which they lust for the thirst in which we quench
An essence for which we must for the fist in which we clench
As we fight our endless battles and the Hells we’ve created in Paradise Vallies
As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death-toll population
Hand-in-hand generations that shine like sons of the son.
Yo, show me a city that’s aware of its oblivion,
And simply relaxes like my hometown,
Detroit.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
Songs of yesterday.
I sang those songs of love since I was a boy,
Way back before the world could ever bring me down.
Motown lead the way and music was my favourite toy,
Way before I ever knew video like I know it now.
Those songs of love that lit the way;
Those songs of love sang yesterday.
Those songs I will never forget or replace;
Those loving songs of yesterday.
Since I was a child of love,
I tried my best to turn out good.
But my life turned out to be a struggle
And I ended up in a little trouble, I guess.
I did some things I should never have done,
When I was only looking for a little fun.
But I crashed and burned like a dying sun
And landed down in the song for the forgotten.
Those songs of love that lit the way;
Those songs of love sang yesterday.
Those songs I will never forget or replace;
Those loving songs of yesterday.
Come with me and sing my songs;
I only came along to turn you on.
I only came to make you think;
So break out past your lungs and let me hear you sing.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
There was a girl born in Motown
Cold Detroit day with snow on the ground
I'm February's girl
An oyster's pearl
My writings become my voice, my sound
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC