{"id":468,"date":"2013-11-07T22:11:55","date_gmt":"2013-11-07T22:11:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lilgoat.com\/?page_id=468"},"modified":"2021-04-06T21:31:41","modified_gmt":"2021-04-06T21:31:41","slug":"harmony-love-and-peace-poems","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/lilgoat.com\/?page_id=468","title":{"rendered":"HARMONY, LOVE AND PEACE POEMS."},"content":{"rendered":"

GYPSY ANGEL<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

A borrowed angel for a while- Gypsy can be heard through a man’s guitar…. \u00a0 Immortal-\u00a0 I can’t stand-up after that….<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

DEDICATED TO JIMI HENDRIX 1942-1970. Copyright (c) 1997 Mark Turns.<\/span><\/p>\n\n

Amy Winehouse Poem. By Mark Turns. Copyright (c) 2014 Mark Turns.<\/p>\n

TRUE OTIS<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

He sang lovin’ towards sweet-land waters-\u00a0 Otis Redding…. Believe in me for a night-\u00a0 another song is everyone-\u00a0 a<\/span>ll-over the world\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

DEDICATED TO OTIS REDDING 1941-1967. Copyright (c) 1994 Mark Turns.<\/span><\/p>\n

WHERE’S BRIAN?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Do you need to hear it from Mick and Brian, up-front?- Or stand around backstage on a clear day of melodies to blues to see things for what they really are?….<\/span><\/p>\n

Morning-light cares the sun are the blues to ours…\u00a0 Brian is still backstage with Jimi-\u00a0 tr<\/span>ue friends… No words are spoken til’ the melody is speech-\u00a0 London play in concert to hear Brian’s last song\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

DEDICATED TO FORMER ROLLING-STONES GUITARIST BRIAN JONES 1942-1969. Copyright (c) 1994 Mark Turns.<\/span><\/p>\n

SING ANYWHERE<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Sing in that Calgary air-\u00a0 cool Toronto, Chicago southern blues with\u00a0 “My”\u00a0 in your fantasy hair mystery…I’ll follow you and watch feathers in the wind blows- You sing “Tell Mama.” I’ll have a memory of my own to carry a music-box charmed with bracelets\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

JANIS JOPLIN 1943-1970. Copyright (c) 1994 Mark Turns.<\/span><\/p>\n

LET HER PLAY<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I listened to the radio and I hear Skeeter Davis singing “The End Of The World”… Seemed so real when Patsy Cline passed away to another distant shade of color… \u00a0 My 63 Impala…I hear her sing- \u00a0 tap a window memory…\u00a0 A precious seed\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

PATSY CLINE 1932-1963. Copyright (c) 1994 Mark Turns.<\/span><\/p>\n

OLD OR BEFORE TIME<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I’ve heard it all somewhere old or before time- “Why settle for porkchop when you can have steak?’…A precious human-pearl- \u00a0 There are days when the porkchop will have a better taste and texture than the steak-\u00a0 A precious human-being, not another sermon can be the real thing\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

Copyright (c) 1995 Mark Turns.<\/span><\/p>\n

WHO DO YOU LOVE?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Patsy is sitting pretty looking in the mirror seeing dark-hair reminiscence\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Charlie, Randy and Julie carry in a daughters rose of who’s love forgiveness strolled with Patsy’s dark eyes- Poses love always seeing dark hair beating in someone with longing in her heart-\u00a0 smiling with voices turned sweet pearl rose\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Who do you love? Boots or bare-feet, sitting pretty-skin, relaxed for another song\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

MGT<\/span><\/p>\n

Copyright (c) 1994 Mark Turns. DEDICATED TO PATSY CLINE 1932-1963.<\/span><\/p>\n