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Take sometime from the hustle and bustle of traffic, pause, give your mouse a rest.   Step out on the pavement and let me entertain you.

GOODBYE JOE    

You came in a dream

Unraveled as in a fable

Silk, created from a sows ear

True beauty in the beast

In the eye of the beholder

The stuff legends are made of

 

For dreamers weave fables

Breathe life into legends

Pay the price for the blessing

For legends can’t die

 

Out on a hill where ghostly

Crowds linger still, laid to waste

In memory of past glory

Forgotton by fickle masses

Trapped in a world of lost embraces

Left to wander, down unknown streets

Where tomorrows legends are found

 

For dreamers weave fables

Breathe life in to legends

Pay the price for the blessing

For legends can’t die

 

Row upon row of poppies

Blowing in the wind of adulation

Don’t be fooled by their beauty

Lurking within they are waiting

Fanned by cool breezes, lay hidden diseases

Their heads bent and broken, sweet nectar run dry

Seeds of a new legend reach for the sky

 

For dreamers weave fables

Breathe life into legends

Pay the price for the blessing

For legends can’t die

 

You came in a dream

Plucked up in eagles talon, screeching

Turned to bloodcurdling nightmare

Suffocating in a sea of greenbacks

Lay waste in the wake of glorious talent

For the prison of a cold cement palace

Wave the legend goodbye

 By Joy Faulkner

This poem is dedicated to my favourite rocker. Joe Cocker. Rock on!!!

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Author’s note: Don’t know what part of the cranium some of these poems fell out of. I am no greenie and have no time for the bunch of trendy lefties that are running the world these days. I can only imagine that they are very successful brainwashers J

 

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These poems are the intellectual property of the author.  Joy Faulkner