"rockabilly" poems
My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.
Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid
We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Slashers Defined
In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could
reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much
time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues,
rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree.
If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured.
Anyway on with the show.
Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos.
Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm
Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been
Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot
Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz –
Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo
Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure
Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman
Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock
Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen
Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow
Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play)
Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz
Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock
Goerge Benson – Jazz
Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock
Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad
Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo
Joe Satriani - New age – solo
Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo
Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo
Chet Atkins – jazz, country
John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo
Neal Schon – Journey
Steve Lukather – Toto
Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo
Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo
Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing
Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard)
Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's
Phil Keaggy – New age Christian
Robin Trower – Procul Harem
Brian May – Queen
Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan
Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues
Carlos Santana – Santana
Ronnie Montrose – Montrose
Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion
Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
The rockabilly Rock Doves are here
Along with the sensational singing Tree Sparrows
The Geese are getting it on
With the screeching Gulls
The Cockerels popped the cork hours ago
And the Starlings keep it going all day
Too many to mention names of the backing singers
But here we try Curlew Oyster catchers.....
And the chorus goes on.....and...on....
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
you walked out as easy as you came in.. i dont know you but you make me smile and grin.. like a little child getting ready to go for a spin.. i didnt want to intrude cause i know that it's a sin.. i try to throw these words in the bin.. but no matter what i do, these thoughts of you keep seeping in.. but you left without notice.. you make me lose focus.. as mesmerizing as a lotus.. you can create art just by using parts of the smarts that depart your mind and heart.. i try to keep you close, trying to find the spark.. trying to beat the shark you left in my ark.. running from this dark room.. waiting for your witty remark.. but i dont hear it.. you must have embarked for the park to plant another shark.. maybe ive lost a part of me.. but i dont need your sympathy.. all i wanted was to get to know you, really.. but all i am to you is silly.. as silly as ***** singin rockabilly.. but now you've disappeared, my mind grows weary, my eyes get teary, and my heart gets dreary.. maybe im dreaming.. maybe theres a way to wake up from the screaming.. to escape this seemingly gleaming scheme.. but things arent always what they seem.. this stream of dreams is what's keeping me in between.. so i look for a machine that can clean what ive seen.. to erase these memories.. so i can find my new queen.. i dont need someone from a magazine.. i just need you to intervene with my routine.. nothing obscene.. you just make me feel like im eighteen doped up with morphine.. youre a trip.. a high.. making me lose my grip.. feeling like im being cracked by the tip of a whip.. you make me lose my censorship, making my hip flip till i slip from this trip.. but youre gone now.. so i offer you a page from the stage of my mind.. hoping it's me you find.. not acting blind.. so lets just rewind.. i just want to get to know your mind.. and make us feel entwined..
pauldeeeeee
15mar2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
One day my young niece was showing me some photos of herself and her
friends on her phone
She had loads and loads of these photos
I was thinking to myself I don't think anyone's taken a photo of me in forty
years,
Then I thought what'd happen if I got famous and someone wanted to write
my biography (would be a short book)
And they'd say Give us some of your old photos to stick in the Book
And of course, I'd have a problem, I'd have no photos to give them,
Then I remembered there was this Novelty Joke shop in town
They had a great collection of all these different kinds of wigs
I thought maybe I could buy a few wigs then stage a few photos
Pretend they were from earlier days,
Yea, I could get an Elvis wig with the sideburns, I could say that was my
Rockabilly stage
Then I could get a big Long Hair wig and say That was my Hard Rock
phase,
I could get a Mohican wig and say Well that was what I looked like when I
was a Punk Rocker
And Hey! Maybe I could get one of those lovely big blonde Dolly
Parton type wigs
I could say
"Well that Summer I was listening to a lot of Country music".
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 12:49 PM UTC
the fast car speeds along the avenue
and she relaxes at the wheel
shell tell you she was born to drive
and with a cigarette grey haze
she leans into the telling
a story of her younger days
a summer back in the world
back in the dust of 1958
when the motorcycles rode on main street
she and her baby sister went to see
and stood back of the five and dime
marvelling at at the wild men
and the chrome machines
thouse were the days when
the future was brighter
and the dream seemed like it could be real
this light comes alive in her eye when she speaks
of thouse days
you can see the years fall away
you can almost taste the malted she drank
and almost see her in her blue dress
there at the five and dime
you can see the light in her eyes
when she is remembering thouse days
the sock hop and the drive thu
she is so much a younger soul than i
filled with all these beautiful memories
and as we drive down the hutchinson river parkway
middle of the night
in the pouring rain
robert gordon on the radio
i think to myself that she's right
she was born to drive
and i was born to be with a girl like her
oldsmobile cutlass 440 was her car
i was her man
.and rockabilly was her music
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
I left serious procrastinating by Liverpool Street station,
And skipped into Spitalfields
Looking for ludicrous.
In this place,
In the city but not of the city,
Lissome youths in black skinny jeans
Loiter by stalls selling things that no-one needs.
Rockabilly chick,
In my splurty outy dress,
Petticoats flouncing,
I twirled and giggled
Through the Goblin Market
Into the Water Poet,
And curtseyed gracefully,
Accepting a liquid offering,
Prepared to hold court.
Later, we may find sustenance,
Or resume the dance
On sticky floors.
It's time to let go of plans, responsibility and care,
To run, to laugh, to pirouette, to dare.
Leave me here
Or join me,
But beware
The labyrinth is tricksy
And the way back
Is by no means guaranteed.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
Another day and what to make of it? Tu Du list.
Things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew.
Water down darkness. Ask the sun for a light.
Loot Frederick's of Hollywood. Cultivate pompous grass.
Rewrite *Moby **** as free verse. Irritate life with art.
Plant Rhino rhizome and grow ***** Turn over an old leaf.
Take a road trip to a state of anxiety. Try chewing gun.
Play the Jew's harp in a mosque. Pray for drains.
Steal a cop from a donut. See if LSD still works.
Listen to Rockabilly noir. Experiment with dysentery.
Set out buckets to catch sky. Talk with, not to, turnips.
Insist on having the last word. Get it. Die.
Or just admit another wasted day,
lonely as your heart, not as grey.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
Rock’n’roll radio died
Between gasoline riffs
I love Texan poker
She smiled with classic liquors
Realise that I want your lips
Gamble success where strangers bleed
Roadside taboo
Lay bare, please,
I want to give you one hot date
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
the hard face
sunburned remnants of a man
allways loudspeaker for his intent
announces to the empty room
of his arrival
his field of landmines eyes
wander the crowd in the empty chairs
looking for the face
that will conquer or capitulate
looking for the ever present weak link
most days you can find her
in some park feeding ducks
some real some not so much
dont really make much difference these days
most days you find a smile in her heart
all of em real but not always so quick
most days nothing changes
but sometimes everythings gotta go
and she got no fear putting it on the line
he walked the carpet hall
with the framed pictures of three piece suits
and the victories they had over the outside the line desperado's
sunburnt remnants of a man
he walks with his shadow upright hand in hand
he walks in the darkness of the bright sun
looking for a face in the crowed emptyness
looking for someone that will conquer or capitulate
hes looking for her
but shes looking for you
cause she loves you
and the kitten you carry on your shoulder
most nights shes on the hood of her plymouth
drawing pictures in the dust of the road
sketching echoes out of the nights song
most nights shes driving a backroad with rockabilly
smoking her speakers
most nights you can find her in your arms
but not tonight
not this rainswept night
where we goin
why should this kind of thing happen
why take from someone never done you wrong
why do such things
is it any wonder you never see my face no more
is it any wonder im far away
most of the time
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
I got my converse on
My hair slicked back
My blue jeans cuffed
A brand new tat
I'm just a rockabilly boy
Conway Twitty playing in my head
Got me singing along to Maybe Baby
Feeling too **** good
Just right, on a Saturday night
I'm just a rockabilly boy
I wanna get my baby on the dancing floor
Then back to my bed for a little more
We can do monkey
We can do the twist
I'm just a rockabilly boy
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
I have just uploaded my breakfast club shows and my topsy the clown breakfast club rave
and i also put on my rockabilly chart show for this week
i wish the workd would understand that i am a famous family person
i would much appreciate if you watch these shows
i know people watch me, and i am trying to be a household name even after death
the chart show, is a really entertaining show
i hate when everyone even my own family treat me like a hooligan
all because i teased dad, back in some third dimension
i will become famous, i will keep up the youtube shows
whether i get enough views or not, but if people took the time
to let me entertain, i don’t want any negative replies
and my nye show is popular, as long as a few others
but please take the time to watch my shows, ok dudes
i am not ******** no i am norm i am as normal, ok
i know the name of breakfast club sounds corny
but i want to show my family, i am not a hooligan
i am a cool family person
and whether dad didn’t wanna be cool or not
i want to be cool, ya see, people are being cruel
when they leave in my head, bullies get top class
sure i am disabled, but i am not ********
i am a nice person who loves life
PLEASE DON’T GET INTIMIDATED BY MY LARGE CAPS
i want to help the homeless, get better acquainted in this world
i don’t want this voice saying, i am not mucking with brian running in my head
i can entertain, just look at my most popular videos on youtube
and hello poetry us popular as well
i want people to like the shows i do, i don;t want to hear all the problem people of the world
who can’t understand i have got inspiration from other you tubers
let me inspire other youtuberrs
i am a family person, and not just to a tease either, i prefer to be a family person to muck around with
please, i am not a rich ***** so stop treating me like a **** and treat me like a person
ya see, some kids called me ******** cause they were scared of the CAPS
DON’T GET SCARED OF THE CAPS
i can handle myself on social media, i need mum to understand that, ok
i want to be a proper family person, who has fun
this weekend i am off to the national multi cultural festival to get more videos for aaa youtube TV, ok
the only wannabe i am is a wanna be FAMOUS, ok dudes
DON’T GET INTIMIDATED BY THE CAPS, OK
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
I awoke being happy being happy
i am happy to be calling you a woos
i awoke being happy, being very happy
happy happy happy oi oi oi
fly burgers are good enough to eat
and simon said he will give you a special treat
man, i feel very very beat
fly burgers are such a tasty treat
rockabilly rockabillty rockabilly rock
a man comes up to tell ya to get ******
you say neh, i don’t wanna, no don’t
i just hop in my little mini moke
i rock up and rock down
i party hardy all over the town
my dad told me, to be careful;, but he
doesn’t understand i am careful in a devious kind of way
15 miles to the get to the end
without mates voices driving you round the bend
please mate yeah mate yeah, leave me alone
cause i am the king sitting upon my thrown
i wear a gold gown and gold shoes on my feet
and this robe i have on is kind of ****** neat
please buddha, save me from this crap
because i am in a city, where the people seem nice and the ideas are alright
but when it comes to cool, i am the one to go to
party party party, yeah, i will ****** ****** party
i party for my mommy and i party for my daddy
i am not a hooligan though it’s hard to tell
i am not the type to kiss and tell
i am ugly, yeah that is me
it’s better than being a little pretty boy, yeah buddy
i am not a little pretty boy, i am a ugly toad
that will one day get what i want, yeah deviously what i want
people call me woosey, i can’t understand
why they can’t except, that i am a reformed man
i said to my voices out on the street
LEAVE ME ALONE YA **** YOU RICH *****
maybe i don’t know how to fight, i don’t wish i did
cause violence doesn’t solve anything
yelling at the heavens solves things but it cause some hatred
because of the voices being jealous of your art and power
money money money will make me happy so i can go on holidays
money money money, will bring me joy yeah, to brian allan’s world
i want my voices to upgrade in me being nice
i am radically awesome dude
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.
Another day and what to make of it? Tu Du list.
Things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew.
Water down darkness. Ask the sun for a light.
Loot Frederick's of Hollywood. Cultivate pompous grass.
Rewrite Moby **** as free verse. Irritate life with art.
Plant Rhino rhizome and grow ***** Turn over an old leaf.
Take a road trip to a state of anxiety. Try chewing gun.
Play the Jew's harp in a mosque. Pray for drains.
Steal a cop from a donut. See if LSD still works.
Listen to Rockabilly noir. Experiment with dysentery.
Set out buckets to catch sky. Talk with, not to, turnips.
Insist on having the last word. Get it. Die.
Or just admit another wasted day,
lonely as your heart, but not as gray.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Summer rains
wash away
the past
swirling eddies
wrinkles on the
face of time
engulf the flooded streets
flush down drains
into helpless, toothless oblivion
Yesterday so festive
bright and gay
transformed into the blackened wick
of an extinguished
birthday candle
I stare into the mirror
at my fluctuating image
undaunted
Swami
I will lose my jazzy eyes
soft, supple skin and rockabilly curly hair
my body identity that I am so comfortable with,
all that I think I am - has to Go!
And with it the paraphernalia that defines
me as Sonya Ki
This is truth
absolute fact
Lord of Time, the Cosmos
everything that was, is and will be
promise me one boon
Heaven, hell and earth
may pass away
Shiva may breathe
us up in one cosmic snort
when the dust and ash settles
and fresh winds blow
across another dream wave
forming
All is not lost
This is my wish upon Your star
I must never forget
by no means
without exception
ever lose awareness
of You
Beautiful God
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
I really want her too
that illume here with a candy bar sheen
and her corsage plays a sequel
that bare a quotient ready
with delight into their masquerade.
As the moon her telltale, sublime much rockabilly
that grand ballroom with her cantankerous smile
that must wear her hat and scarf awhile, here
champagne pour bail in her cheeks tonight
oh Valhalla ware of yore beast
still shine yet but go with flash **
as Crystal stem a silvery beak tonight,
that bounce our best laid plans off the wall
and encrypt the world with only enhancement
that inquires a distant strand this avowal.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
it’s a dare. i used to walk alone in central london.
daffodils bloomed in early spring;
a celebration of greenery and my desire for a neon bulb in a heather grey landscape.
strange,
there is a chance I’m lying
i have yet to recover my woolen heart
so desperate to seek city werewolves
and drink lemonade even if it’s always raining
i trade this taciturn muscle
for a drum that is manual, complete, and is alive
at every rockabilly show
(the singers say they’re from glasgow)
where my hips are pressed into my girlfriend’s
who drinks candied snow
and it’s strange,
how the sweat never leaves my brow
it lingers like the scent of potpourri
scattered on linoleum floors of generic bathrooms
with fuzzy toilet seats and powder pink tiles,
i am the one who never leaves
because i feel
all things that I shouldn’t feel;
a magnification of contagious sentiments
i am the last of my kind
i am a daffodil;
i lie, but only in my own reflection
and if spring time is patient, i shall float on the central city,
sighing and gasping at the other neon bulbs
that bloom before me,
strange
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Out of the
wretchedness
of a superficial
social set
of decencies
Wrings out
an open hearted
family of hippies
Those of us
who remain
unrecognized
the ones deemed
the wishy-washy
kind….
But…
annually my people
the creatives
get together
rockabilly, blues
folk, jazz and soul
tie dye and feathers
the goddess so loved
the grove this year
she showered us
in sweet summer’s
sunny starry weather
Arms open wide
as wide as our minds
wider then the sky
creatives
lovers of life
music magic
free of strife
Artist mirrors
a larger truth
allowing
the aesthetics
of all souls
to renew!
I sang my songs
and cast my spells
I basked in the love
that heals all hell!
I bid farewell
my closest kin
until our flames
shall gather again!
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
It seems we’re the only people lett in this world,
Everyone else left their life to unfurl.
They walk around no better than zombies,
caught up in the so-called “real world”.
They can’t even go diving with their *******
deep in some broad named Millie
from late high school;
But that was when rockabilly was actually a thing.
Now, us young people have a choice,
we can be the same or use our voice,
to speak up when nobody else will,
to rejoice
in the opportunities we have now.
Will you die like the rest?
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC