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Scotland had Robert Burns,
We toast every year,
Ireland had Dylan Thomas,
Who sang his song without fear,
Italy had Dante,
With his fiery heart,
Goodbye Pete Seeger
Your new life does start.

And I know the good Lord
Has a brand new banjo for you
Polished and shining ready for tunes
And folks where you are
Will wistfully hear you out
Your songs continue forever
Of this I have no doubt.

R.I.P.

A Short Poetic Montage In Reply to a Misguided Clergyman

23 Thursday Jan 2014

Posted by philsblog01 in POETRY

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A Short Poetic Montage In Reply to a Misguided Clergyman

One Toke Over the Line.
One toke over the line sweet Jesus,
One toke over the line,
Sitting downtown in a railway station,
One toke over the line.
… Brewer & Shipley

The Seventh Day.
And on the seventh day,
He looked at the world and said:
I give to all men and all women
The power to be either high or low
Either together or apart
Either happy or sad,
Understanding or idiotic,
Sacred or sanctimonious,
Believer or bigot,
Seer, or unseen,
Stoned or straight, or both, or neither.
… Phil Gennuso

Signs.
So I got me a pen and paper
And I made up my own little sign
I said Thank you Lord for thinking about me,
I’m alive and doing fine.
… Five Man Electrical Band

Leggy Girls, Leotards, &.
I’ll see you all at the sugar shack,
Way, way, way downtown,
Where all the crazy people go,
To try each other on for size,
Like spinning cartwheels on the sky,
Unafraid of time, or chance,
Not disturbed by a sideways glance.

Snickers have no effect here,
Neither the preacher, with scowling fear,
Afraid to live, afraid to die,
What he cannot understand, he must criticize.

Oh poor preacher what is your fate,
When alI you do or have is hate
Always thinking of Hell’s gate.

Your words fall through the empty halls,
And to the bottom of empty stalls,
You are forever alone and isolated
Your words are all regurgitated.

Go out and live and taste God’s life and word
In flowers and trees and love and the absurd,
Get high for a chance, escape your hell,
Tarry a bit by the morning bells.

Then if by luck you come our way,
Where children laugh and adults play,
Sip with us the herbal tea
In cafes in New York City!

And you can sit and sip and talk
That noted expresso from New York
Brought to you with high regards
By leggy girls in leotards!

And though her smile is far away,
There may very well come a day,
When she opens up her guarded ways
And smiles as warmly as a Broadway babe.

And then together we all will laugh
And enjoy our youth before it passes,
And know we sat as friends and talked,
The bold lads, and lovely lasses,
Sipping expresso without regards,
From leggy girls in leotards
With long hair and distant smiles
Persuading time to tarry awhile.

Amen. Brother and Sister. Amen.
Live your life and then be done,
And you will join with the One,

For if you are true in what you do
Without malice or residue
You have lived the way you should
You are forever with the hood.
… Phil Gennuso