John’s Poetry Page
Twas’ the night before Christmas throughout all the land,
Fewer folks were listening to the AM/FM band.
Radios were silent, no longer could anyone hear,
local news and weather or of Santa drawing near.
Radio’s new owners, now led by so much greed,
Cut the local announcers, claiming there was no need.
Programming fed by the stations automation.
Any voice heard came from elsewhere in the nation.
A winter storm brewing, unknown to those in town,
No warnings would be given that power lines were down.
Service to the area, replaced by so much pap.
A vibrant radio station now drained of all its sap.
But new times could be a comin’, not all was going well.
As radio’s new owners have decided its time to sell.
Perhaps in the near future local radio will again appear.
Keep your fingers crossed & hope for the coming year.
The Music Lingers On
They may be gone, but to me they’re still near
Those voices of the past I’ll always love to hear
Elvis, John and George, Richie and Buddy too
Fill my head with memories whenever I am blue
Johnny and Waylon sang country as did ole Conway
What they left behind for me, always makes my day
Mama Cass gives me “Dream a Little Dream”
“Only Love Can Break a Heart” is from Gene
Roy’s “Pretty Women”, “Only the Lonely” and “Crying”
The Platters with “Only You, the Hilltoppers and “Trying”
Don Gibson wrote and sang it and Ray Charles did too.
How could we ever forget, “I Can’t Stop Loving You”
A pal of mine named Sharon wrote it for a guy named Rick
“Poor Little Fool” went gold, after radio made it their pick
“Summertime Blues” from Eddie, seems like yesterday
In southern California where we would laugh and play
Yes they are gone now, but the music lingers on
I’ll never forget them, for they have left a song
Back then I didn’t realize, they were a special kind
Today they’re still here, for what they left behind.
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Coeur d'Alene in the distance, from my Mica Flats paradise
Nearby Lake Coeur d'Alene
Nestled in a paradise of mountains and a lake
It’s a dream I’m hoping that I’ll never awake
Friendly faces are everywhere, offering a smile
Inviting you to stay, if only for awhile
You’ll never forget it, whatever the season
An escape from the world, for whatever reason
My love for this place shall never wane
The Idaho town they call Coeur d’Alene
My Best Friend
Sport & John
They come in all sizes, tall, big and small
Always there for me each time I call
My troubles they comfort, my joy they favor
Their support of me never seems to waiver
Happy to see me, a friend indeed
A kind word from me is all they need
Little do they ask, not much to attend
My dog for me is my best friend.
Love is a four letter word, easy to say and often heard
But it’s what you do that withstands the test
For actions speak loudest and say love the best
So the next time you say, “I love you dear”
There may be something else for her to hear
It’s not the spoken word that will make the day,
It’s love that’s said in more than one way.
Today its old fashioned, considered out of step
My faith in God though, I've always kept
Though difficult at times to stay on course
A talk with him always renews my source
The lord is my Shepard and shall always be
Through sunshine and darkness I’m able to see
Without his love I would stumble and fall
It’s why I listen and try to heed his call
My First Car
Working after school and weekends, saving my pay
Not much time was given for any kind of play
Nothing came before it, my very first car
It was my speeding bullet, my shining star
A young lad must have it, what else could matter
A forty ford with stick, what could be bader
Chicks loved it, up front where they would sit
Moving to the back seat, at the drive-in passion pit
No thrill was greater than a gas peddle floored
Winding up the motor of my v8 forty ford
It wouldn’t last forever as I would come to find
But my first car will never ever leave my mind
Turn it on and listen, it brings the world to you
Almost by magic, it tells you what and who
Music, News & Sports, its there for you to choose
Always there to help you chase away the blues
The sad and those happy rely on it today
By turning the knob on and allowing it to play
It cheers you up and chases away the gloom
Just invite your radio to come into the room
Round the clock its there without a fee,
Radio’s your friend and its yours for free
John & Grandma Rook
My grandma taught me a long time ago, most of what I’d need to know
Valley’s and streams she said there would be, but here my son you'll find the key
Walk and swim whenever you must, but never forget where to place your trust
The world we live in, the sky above, was given by God with all his love
So cherish all that you’ve been given, a wonderful place for us the livin’
The time will come some day for us all, when we hear from him and heed his call
Well done he’ll say as we depart, you’ve left a good place for others to start
Her words of wisdom still ring loud and clear, almost as though she were still here
"This world’s for others and not just you, follow this son and you’ll get through."
Try as I will to do as she said, time somehow erases the thought from my head
But one thing is certain as I’m sure she must know, I’ll pass on her wisdom before I must go
Cliff and Mr. Logan
Henry Ford’s Tin Lizzy was born in 08, folks went crazy they thought it was great
Eight hundred dollars and one would be yours, horse and buggy not needed for anymore tours
Dirt roads and ditches were hardly a treat, but that model T Ford was hard to beat
To impress all the neighbors and your favorite gal, the ol’ Tin Lizzy was really a pal
One pedal on the floor to put it in gear, second pedal was there to back to the rear
Third pedal a brake if you must slow down, it was sure needed when you entered a town
A lever on the steering column to give you the gas, another lever there for the spark to pass
It would be needed to crank up the car, but brother be careful of the kick from that bar
I often rode on the running board, of the ol’ Tin Lizzy a model T Ford
Jack rabbits we’d hunt on the prairie back then, two of them together paid a dollar ten
My buddy Cliff and his dad you see, gave all these memories to someone like me
An experience in life that most would not do, but something I’m glad to share with you
Like the dawn of a new day they came our way
Some for just a moment, some are here stay
Each are dear, we’re so glad they are here
A few more than others we’ll hold near
And with their touch they bring so much
Our lives enriched, it seems as such
Our time here together is short and never
Long enough before we must finally sever
We always knew they’d leave us too
For in this life together, we’re all just Passin’ Thru.
Being sad and blue, can plague us each day
I need not happen, for there is another way
Count all the good you’re given, it’s all there for you
And soon you’ll find the answer…it’s only a color “blue”
Math, English and History, they pushed into my skull
Those teachers of yesteryear, claimed it was their call
Preparing us for the future, they said it was a must
Crammed into my head til’ it would surely bust
High School before computers, so very long ago
Taught us to remember, things we’d need to know.
Today its largely missing, no history to explain
english is a country, no math is in their brain
The future is upon us, the Internet and all
Let’s hope it has the answer before they hit the wall
Save all you can for your Golden Years, those words of wisdom were preached by my peers.
The days will come to be yours my boy, a time of pleasure for you to enjoy
Work hard now son to save for them, for you to travel where you’ve never been
I did as they said morning and night, saving what I could to make everything right
Though spending my health, I saved some money, to prepare for those days when life would be sunny
In time though as those days grew near, something else was needed for my retirement years
For more than money is measured in wealth, more important by far is a thing called health
Without it you’ll find your Golden Years not so great, so take care of your health before its too late.
Mr. Record Man
Thank you Mr. Record Man, for being there for me
Without your gift of music, my career would hardly be
You delivered the hits and listeners to many a radio station
In various cities here and there scattered across the nation.
Russ brought Elton John and Neil Diamond,
Clive with Santana, Barbara and Paul Simon
My good friend Neil was there with more for us to play
Bubble gum and KiSS, not to forget YMCA
Herb & Jerry delivered the Carpenters, Cat & TJB
Without A & M, imagine where we would be
Michael moved to Epic, Cash on Columbia too
Ron pushed for airplay for some guy who's name was Sue.
Irving with his Eagles, Al’s Maurice, Robin & Barry
Damn near too many hits, for just two guys to carry
Mo and Joe of course, had Trini, Dean and Frank
Peter, Paul & Mary and many others to thank
It took action together, to get their records sold
Artist after artist, soon would turn to gold
Radio and Records almost always seemed as one
A different time and era and man it sure was fun
They say those days are over, it no more can be had
Everything sounds the same today, and boy it sure is sad
The lesson from this story, is it’s really not to late
Radio and Records together could still make it great
New artists bring new listeners; music excitement can do it all
It’s easier than you think and now it’s just your call
The names have changed and while some are here no more
These two industries together still have time to really score
Reverse the stance you’ve taken, return to the good ole days
Have fun with music excitement, you’ll find it really pays
(For years I've been writing poetry, I find it to be almost like a crossword puzzle. Exercising my mind, I've scribbled it down on numerous scratch pads until my sister Dottie insisted I make it available on this website. Much more to come..I hope you enjoy)
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