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A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman,  Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day  music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With drugged up hippies that would overrun, and with this idea they were not thrilled With many battles and protests, Wallkill passed a law on July 2, 1969 banning The would be concert from going forward leaving the town quite less enchanting Almost not getting off the ground, hippies all over demanding refunds for their tickets Stepping forward, Max Yasgur offered his 600-acre dairy farm so no one would picket The new location for the Woodstock Festival would be Bethel, New York No one from the other town would not have complaints or come uncorked Despite the many problems of people threatening to quit Woodstock got off the ground despite things still being chit This concert was poorly planned with two major setbacks, as news spread that it was free There were congestion of cars that policeman had to turn away, for as far as one could see Organizers lost huge amounts of money while hippies walked through gates without paying But it was estimated that 500,000 people made it to the concert and they came in swaying The music seemed to play non-stop as people sat and listened and some would play It was very muddy from all the rain of what it did from much of the concert everyday Listening to greats such as Creedence Clearwater Revival, Santana, Jimi Hendrix, Sweetwater Can’t forget, Grateful Dead, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Jefferson Airplane and Ten Years After The concert ended and picking up the pieces began, that wasn't just the trash that was left behind It was the lawsuits that many filed against the organizers since beginning to end put many in a bind The greatest music festival in history later put to a movie that is divine Something that will forever be talked about from the summer of 1969 Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Woodstock
A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman,  Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day  music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With drugged up hippies that would overrun, and with this idea they were not thrilled With many battles and protests, Wallkill passed a law on July 2, 1969 banning The would be concert from going forward leaving the town quite less enchanting Almost not getting off the ground, hippies all over demanding refunds for their tickets Stepping forward, Max Yasgur offered his 600-acre dairy farm so no one would picket The new location for the Woodstock Festival would be Bethel, New York No one from the other town would not have complaints or come uncorked Despite the many problems of people threatening to quit Woodstock got off the ground despite things still being chit This concert was poorly planned with two major setbacks, as news spread that it was free There were congestion of cars that policeman had to turn away, for as far as one could see Organizers lost huge amounts of money while hippies walked through gates without paying But it was estimated that 500,000 people made it to the concert and they came in swaying The music seemed to play non-stop as people sat and listened and some would play It was very muddy from all the rain of what it did from much of the concert everyday Listening to greats such as Creedence Clearwater Revival, Santana, Jimi Hendrix, Sweetwater Can’t forget, Grateful Dead, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Jefferson Airplane and Ten Years After The concert ended and picking up the pieces began, that wasn't just the trash that was left behind It was the lawsuits that many filed against the organizers since beginning to end put many in a bind The greatest music festival in history later put to a movie that is divine Something that will forever be talked about from the summer of 1969 Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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Give me another sweetwater afternoon That tastes of onion grass and birth And doesn’t care where you take a leak, Give me the safe and warm provincial air Coming from the west like a beggar on a box car, Give me the humidity that blots out the June-day sun While we think ***** thoughts On my couch, Give me the opportunity to exchange blows with Johnny Rebel up the street And his grandday’s probably rolling In his grave, Give me the hicks I rolled with for laughs before they married too early So they can ride around on bikes with me Like we did when the world was ours, Give me a couple more days in the acrid Juniata So I can dive in its sloppy green body With reckless abandon, Give me fishhooks in my heel So I can pull them from my nakedness And get Amish-made whoopee pies after the tears stop, Give me moss covered roofs and tons of **** in the backyard And the idle lap of water beneath the trout-boat’s belly While I tell myself I’m not a redneck to my sunburned chest and my open flannel.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Give me Desiderata
They baptized all us children At that old country church They saved this wild young crazy man From going bad to worse That old preacher took my hand there And he walked me to the creek When he dipped me in the water He knew who I would meet... I'LL ALWAYS LOVE OLD SWEETWATER CHURCH THEY TAUGHT ME I SHOULD LOVE THE LORD AND PUT MY NEIGHBOR FIRST IF YOU EVER DRINK THE WATER IT SURE WILL EASE YOUR THIRST I'LL ALWAYS LOVE OLD SWEETWATER CHURCH When we sung Amazing Grace We sung it from the heart The words from that old preacher man They always hit their mark We could feel that spirit move us Up there on our front row seat That good old time religion lives In that chapel by the creek CHORUS Bridge:     Now sometimes when I wander Too far from the truth I look back and remember The lessons of my youth..... CHORUS From a song with vocalist Jeff Allen
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 11:47 AM UTC
SWEETWATER
After a while it tastes like sweetwater, and I can bumble through a bar crowd with haletosis. The heartless jest is this, I call you and call you and call you. This is the heartless jest, and in the pantheon of the heart, I am minor Hermes ferrying messages of love across the brutal galaxies to a lover that will never hear me in the suffocation of nebulas. The nebulas where i was reborn and died in an instant of fire so rapid that it could break a pulsar in two. I have found the vaccuum of space to be comforting, it hugs me with a feirceness that I have never known and a love for my oxygen that is downright flattering.
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
A movement from the earth to the sky to the Gods to the heart.
Will was drawn to that spot spirits or not, something-body pulled him there like a mystic magnet that attracts flesh and flesh he found in that grove, between a stubborn hackberry and twisted oak: mother and newborn, their blood soaking the prairie grasses he walked the hard mile to the pay phone passing but one unfriendly ranch house on the way a growling cur keeping him at bay the operator connected him with the sheriff who collected his one deputy and was there in half an hour Lord Almighty, Lord Almighty the deputy kept saying, those chants hanging in the hot air above the bodies   while the sheriff checked for pulses, his khaki pants painted round red at the knees for he was too old to squat   neither knew the girl, who couldn't have been age of consent, but the baby looked pink, strong, though still as stone the ambulance couldn't make it there; the driver and deputy carried them out on one stretcher both commenting how light their fated cargo was, how it was a shame they perished in that old copse Will knew that was meant to be when he found them: the little one first clinging to a dark warm sea inside forced out by time, her helpless heaving, and some invisible hand that took part in all matters of flesh, spirit and bone the same hand that did not cradle them but at least found them shade, a cool but cruel reprieve from their terse time in the sun Sweetwater, Texas, 1959
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
away from the sun
I know she watches us from inside.. But us became few.. And few became one.. But I decided to stay and drink her sweetwater in the sun.. On light wings alone.. I hover outside.. I decided to stay for her smile.. And for her soul to shine.. I ignore the the warm calls from the south.. Just for a few more moments with her eyes.. My light wings brighten her day.. Even under cloudy skies.. There will be a day where I must leave.. Then I will be seen in reverie.. But even when I am not there.. Ill be with her in dreams and memories.. On Light Wings...
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
On light wings
A strawberry bud chest and orbs of blueberry earth: the terrain, it earthquaked with flutters. A coquette, will you throw me in the air like confetti? I am a tear you do not see swell, my saltwater tastes sweet, honey branded twists of left to right – fill your spoon with this sadness make believe you are swallowing what is left of me. Just a wall of stars melting the apple-grip or banked cloth, I move with wind breath, bud chest.
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
sweetwater
she told me once that she worshiped the forest of her body and the garden she had grown (like spring                                           all over her outsides). she said she loved skin the same way i  loved marlboro blacks and sweetwater blue (obviously and                                          uncontrollably). she screamed compliments at me in soft words with rough meaning (like ****** knuckles against                                         freshly cut grass).   she assured me that it was okay to wake up in cold sweats with heavy limbs (unmovable and brittle,                                          buried under sheets). but i knew better.
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Grrl! power.
Winds howl through stricken streams, From the moonshined mountains spiking Tennessee. Steaming copper pipes protect like turpentine, Cherish the soil from vine to wine. Sweetwater medicine crosses Big Sky Country lines, And a Capitol drowns voice's reedy rhynes. The Carolines and swamps round' New Orleans, Spokane's foothills spire like Woodland's Cherokees. Mushroom clouds swooped ponderosa pines, In the desert one day, made the earth cry. Oh Beautiful, not time to flee, The Jersey Wetlands or Houston's calamity, Analogous feats, magnetic societies,  Build a bridge across contrary beliefs.  _trf
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
Fluid Resolve
Tragedy and us we are old flames not strangers. We shared the same ancient tree. Heard the first chirping of the morning birds on our tree branch. And saw nightingale's lament on the red rose beneath our nest. Blooming upon a dew is yet unfathomed by the sea. We know it because together we once touched its bottomline! Deep from the bottom this pristine sorrow we know it from time ago. Then when I sighed intended to make a noise splashing out a cloud off the sorry sea. But instead of groaning out to the lotus pool beneath the sky. It always rained down sweetwater back to the earth. Because every destined grief deep down is filled with nectar!
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
We and Tragedy are no Strangers
The new 950-ton bridge would beat down time dashing to classes cheat ting vulnerability asper thick traffic       putting life at risk,       thus laudatory alternative        intending to offer Sweetwater       to last a lifetime would make fleet (installed at Florida International University,       with eager pedestrians ready to greet  crossing grand opening,       where local dignitaries didst meet       viz Miami-Dade County       Saturday (March eleventh 2018)  witnessing ghastly collapsed       Thursday (March fifteenth 2018)  afternoon onto Southwest Eighth Street.  An unknown number       of fatalities surmised,  while several others       were hospitalized.  Prior to groundbreaking       with placement guised of the attendant pomp       and circumstances exercised setting cornerstone,       the projected       general estimation apprised sans building costs totaled $14.2 million  and funded as part of a $19.4 million grant  from the US Department of Transportation.  The fact sheet boasted the sheer intensity  comparable to withstand strength of a  category 5 hurricane, and supposed to last  for more than 100 years.  Within the blink of an eye, no ifs ands,  nor abutments squared with ratiocination  earning civil engineers bragging rights,  which boastful, delightful, fanciful stead fastness touted thwarting titanic tenable  taxing shock waves.  Now only a scattered pile (formerly comp rising beams footings, and piers) of rein forced concrete capped with a bent ele ment defying hallelujahs, karaoke kudos, and bobble headed nods, now impish jinns keep leering, mocking, and naysaying to fading echoing reverberations leveled at the laughingstock of an architectural (duff) feat. Further scrutiny will attempt to cap chore structural weaknesses. Amidst snapped, crackled, and popped strewn cables entwined girders (whose premature destruction) will also warrant any arresting tell tale signs of unusual stress.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Collapsed Pedestrian Bridge
The new 950-ton bridge would beat down time dashing to classes cheat ting vulnerability asper thick traffic       putting life at risk,       thus laudatory alternative        intending to offer Sweetwater       to last a lifetime would make fleet (installed at Florida International University,       with eager pedestrians ready to greet  crossing grand opening,       where local dignitaries didst meet       viz Miami-Dade County       Saturday (March eleventh 2018)  witnessing ghastly collapsed       Thursday (March fifteenth 2018)  afternoon onto Southwest Eighth Street.  An unknown number       of fatalities surmised,  while several others       were hospitalized.  Prior to groundbreaking       with placement guised of the attendant pomp       and circumstances exercised setting cornerstone,       the projected       general estimation apprised sans building costs totaled $14.2 million  and funded as part of a $19.4 million grant  from the US Department of Transportation.  The fact sheet boasted the sheer intensity  comparable to withstand strength of a  category 5 hurricane, and supposed to last  for more than 100 years.  Within the blink of an eye, no ifs ands,  nor abutments squared with ratiocination  earning civil engineers bragging rights,  which boastful, delightful, fanciful stead fastness touted thwarting titanic tenable  taxing shock waves.  Now only a scattered pile (formerly comp rising beams footings, and piers) of rein forced concrete capped with a bent ele ment defying hallelujahs, karaoke kudos, and bobble headed nods, now impish jinns keep leering, mocking, and naysaying to fading echoing reverberations leveled at the laughingstock of an architectural (duff) feat. Further scrutiny will attempt to cap chore structural weaknesses. Amidst snapped, crackled, and popped strewn cables entwined girders (whose premature destruction) will also warrant any arresting tell tale signs of unusual stress.
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I miss you, Let's forget about everything And let me wrap you up in The warmest kiss we've shared together I think I'd cry, a little. I think you'd cry a little. We'd be saying so much without a word being uttered. I miss those moments. Those blips on the radar of history Where nothing mattered except Your lips and how they tasted like sweetwater and *** appeal. I don't remember where I was going with this anymore I get to thinking about you and suddenly I'm L O S T Again.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
Babe,
I saw her in court yesterday I saw her at sweetwater last night I saw her this morning I may have seen her in my dreams I can't remember She still follows me as her memory fades I still see her small glimpses as she sinks slowly into the water I'll never forget that girl The first girl I ever fell in love with
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
The First One
Winds howl through stricken streams, From the moonshined mountains spiking Tennessee. Steaming copper pipes protect like turpentine, Cherish the soil now, sow grape seeds till wine. Sweetwater medicine crosses Big Sky Country lines, And a Capitol drowns voices reedy rhynes. The Carolines and swamps round' New Orleans, Spokane's foothills spire like Woodland's Cherokees. Mushroom clouds swooped ponderosa pines, In the desert one day it made earth cry. Oh beautiful, ain't time to flee, The Jersey Wetlands or Houston's pleas, Hammered nails, wasted woes, Build a bridge across contrary beliefs. _trf
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Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 8:42 PM UTC
Fluid Resolve
An Augmented Villanelle Long ago **** Taylor quit playing for the Stones And we got hot stuff at the Memory Motel Everybody hold up a lighter on your phones! Then Harvey Mandel got fifteen minutes of fame! And played fretboard taps into a Seventies shell But he's back with a highly unauthorized game It's true, some cover tune classic rock bands are lame But these guys rock like the end of a Pipeline swell Then Harvey Mandel gets fifteen minutes of fame! Tonight I'm looking to see who's wearing crossbones At Sweetwater where they pour a premium well Everybody hold up a lighter on your phones! It's wild, fans are parking in 'no parking' zones And the young millennial crowd is getting still Long ago **** Taylor quit playing for the Stones Look who's back with a highly unauthorized game Everybody hold up a lighter on your phones! Once again Hot Stuff gets fifteen minutes of fame With Rudy & Friends playing hits by the Stones!
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
The Unauthorized Rolling Stones
*Water birds are flying into the western sun , the pool bar opens with Kentucky bourbon The crystal telegraphing ocean turns ever mysterious and more mesmerizing with every shot The canopy ***** with fifteen knot gust Salt water pretzels and crap dip are a must , Long Island Iced Teas and ****** Mary's , Sweetwater brew , stuffed jalapeños with a local yocal strumming the blues The greatest generation mingles with the baby boomers , like the shrimp boats , the yachts and the wooden schooners* ...
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Last Night in Paradise ....