SOME DBJ POEMS
Do You Hear Jimi?
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The ruffle shirts
The flare and flamboyance
The Fender Strat
And the burning fire
But still, I ask you, Do you hear Jimi?
The wild antics
The overwhelming presence
This Tall blues man with big hair
Is sinking the crowd into an essence of Peace, Freedom,
Liberation and Love -
But I still ask you, do you hear Jimi?
I hear his guitar crying in the wilderness.
And I hear his voice softly speaking to the world.
Behind his appearance is the person
Unravelled from a distance behind the curtain.
Before you accuse me
Before you complain
Do you hear him or are your ears in vain?
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©David B John
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Paint a Picture
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Paint a picture of success -
Colour in the shades
All the outlines are clear -
To cover up the greys
It shows a dream reality.
From eyes of man’s desire
We prosper by our attitudes.
But sink through what we aspire.
The picture shows insight
But everything around is exterior.
At glance it seems fruitful
But if you look closer you find the scratches
The rough patches
That gives success its true blunt quandary.
Like at net as it forever catches the blood stains of humanity.
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©David B John
Into the clouds
There is an open door that waits outside oblivion.
There is a realm that is obscure and yet so real.
Here the piper plays without the minions -
Oh how I long to elevate into the clouds!
Into the clouds there is natural
elimental exposure -
without the distaste of the influence of crowds.
The mysteries have been woven -
the appeal is outspoken -
Oh how I long to elevate into the clouds!
The whispers of angels that sit there and sing,
the strings of the harps plucked with such ring,
The glorious robes like birds on the wing -
Oh how I long to elevate into the clouds!
With the pain of the earth,
the hatred of race -
examine each step that thy heart may embrace -
the longing for change: looking up not looking down
Oh how I long to elevate into the clouds!
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©David B John
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