MONTEREY POP

THERE IT WAS
READY FOR MY EARS
THE MUSIC ROLLING
IN FROM THE FESTIVAL
OF A LIFETIME
MONTEREY READY
TO CELEBRATE
ONCE MORE,
I CUED IT UP
AND LISTENED TO
SOME AMAZING
SOUNDS OF THAT
ERA,
WHERE JANIS SNAGGED
THE SPOTLIGHT
AND ERIC BURDON
SANG ABOUT ALL
THE BANDS
WHO TORE UP
THE BIG STAGE
AT THE FAIRGROUNDS:
BEFORE WOODSTOCK
BEFORE ANYONE HEARD
HENDRIX
THEY ALL CLIMBED
ABOARD,
AND I TURNED IT
UP TO FIFTY
BLASTING THE
WALLS AND BOOKS
THE MIRRORED DOOR
OF A HOUSE MOST
CERTAINLY AROUND
AT THAT TIME,
THE MUSIC
OF SAM COOKE
AND THE DEAD,
SHINING THROUGH
RASTY CHORDS
AND RESONATING
WITH CLAPTON
AND RUBBER LIPS,
KEITH AND THE BOYS,
“SOMETHIN HAPPENING
HERE”, BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD
SHINING FROM THE SHORES
OF BIG SUR,
THEY STARTED AT ALL
THE RIGHT PLACES
AND LANDED TOGETHER
IN THE HEARTS OF A
COUNTRY HUNGRY FOR
HOT LICKS
AND NAKED CHESTS
FLOWER POWER
MUSIC THAT
CUT THROUGH
THE CRAP AND
MADE YOU STAND
UP AND SCREAM,

THE DOORS
RASTY/NASTY
PLAYING THE BARS
OF THE LA WOMAN
@ WHISKEY A GO GO,
I CLEANED THE
HOUSE AND
STOPPED IN MY TRACKS
AT THE SOUNDS OF
THIS MIX, KNOWING
THAT WE ARE GOING
TO CELEBRATE
AGAIN
THE GATHERING
THAT STARTED IT ALL,
WHERE DID THEY
GO,
WHERE ARE THEY
NOW,
AND WHO ARE WE
THAT RESIDE IN
THE CROWD
REJOICING AT THE
FREEDOM
NEVER TO COME
AGAIN,
WHERE MUSIC
AND GIN MIX
WITH HENDRIX,
THE BURN HOLE
IS STILL THERE
(THEY TELL ME)
LEFT BY THE
MASTERS
OF MONTEREY
FOR SOMEONE TO
POLISH UP,
MAYBE THE WHO,
OR YOU,
HALLELUJAH,
WE WILL BE
THERE THIS TIME
IN SPACE AND
RHYME,
T’WOOD BE A CRIME
TO MISS
A SWEET KISS
OF HISTORY,
AIN’T THAT
A SIN:
JANIS, PLEASE SING
SUMMERTIME
AGAIN!

©J.W. WINSLOW 5/1/17

PRARIE MAN

HE BRINGS THE
PRARIE WIND
AND WRY HUMOR
ARRIVING WITH
TOOLS FOR REPAIRS
NO AIRS
ABOUT HIM,
MOSTLY BEARING
GIFTS
SOME OBVIOUS
SOME NOT
THE BOX IS FULL
OF IDEAS
AND SKILLS
ACCUMULATED
OVER THE YEARS
OF CHILDREN
AND MUSIC
CARRYING THE
POINTED ROOFS OF
TAHITI BACK
INTO THE STATES
ALONG WITH A LOVE
OF THE SOUTH
PACIFIC,
THE TRAVELER
HAS ALMOST
VANISHED
BUT I SEE HIM
HIDING THERE
BEHIND NEW SHADES
READY TO RIDE
THE HILLS OF MY
TOWN, RACING
ON PATHS I
HAVE NEVER SEEN
IT IS MORE HIS DREAM
AND REALITY
ALL THE SECRET
TRICKS
WITH WHICH HE
WILL SURPRISE
AND REPAIR,
FIX THE GATE
POWER UP THAT
MACHINE AND SAW
WHILE WE LISTEN
TO THE MUSIC
OF A GENIUS
WHO CARRIES
THE MELANCHOLY
AND DISTINCTIVE VOICE
INTO OUR SENSES
DECORATING DAYS
THAT HAVE COME
AFTER A LESSON FROM
GOD
SPEAKING THE TRUTH
OF THE NATURE
AND PLIGHT,


THE STARS COME
OUT TONITE
AND SPARKLE
WITH THE MOON,
WHILE HE NOTICES
ORION SHINING
AND A CLOUD BANK,
HE WILL LEAVE ME
REPAIRED
RENEWED
FULL OF LAUGHTER
AND GRATITUDE
FOR AN UNDERSTATED
MAN
JUST LIVING THE
LIFE GIVEN HIM,
PRESENTING A LOT
OF SPECIAL TALENT
FOR BOOKS AND BBQS,
SCRUBBING THE
WASTED OLD VAN
INTO A WHITE MIRACLE
BEFORE DEPARTING,
I BLESS HIM
AS HE DRIVES AWAY
AND HOPE I CAN
PERSUADE THE BLUES
TO BRING HIM BACK,
THE MUSICAL
ATTACK
IS ALWAYS
HELPFUL,
BUT SURELY
HE RESPONDS
TO THE MOST
SIMPLE THINGS,
PERHAPS
UNAWARE OF
THE JOY
HE BRINGS.

©J.W. WINSLOW 4/1/17

THANKFUL

TODAY I AM THANKFUL:
SO FULL OF GRATITUDE
FOR MY LIFE
MY HOME
AND A NEW
ATTITUDE,
THE WARMTH OF
THE SUN AS IT
SHINES ON MY BACK
WALKING THE HILLS
AND FIELDS OF ATTACK,
WHILE TORRENTS OF
RAINWATER
GUSH ON BY
I AM SO THANKFUL
THAT TODAY IS DRY
WHILE THE
MOON’S WIDE EYE
GLOWS
IN THE DARKEST SKY
(LAST NIGHT)
WHAT A SIGHT:
STARS TWINKLING
AND THE MILKY WAY
SMILING AT ME
WHAT MORE CAN
I SAY
BEFORE I REALIZE
THESE ARE THE
GIFTS THAT CARRY
AND LIFT,
THE TREASURES
AND DREAMS
THE THINGS WITHOUT
MEASURE:
MY BROTHER
MY SISTER
THE HOURS OF
PLEASURE
WHILE
CREATING MY BOOKS
AND CASTING ASUNDER
UNBEARABLE STRANDS
THE JOY OF
GIFTING TO
OPEN HANDS
THAT UNDERSTAND
MY MEANING,
SO IF YOU ARE
LEANING
INTO THE DEPTHS
LOOK AROUND
AND SEE
WHAT LIFE CAN BE:


GIVEN THIS HOUR
THE POWER OF
LOVE
THE JOY OF THE SEA
THE TIME SPENT
IN SHARING
JUST YOU AND ME,
THE SWEET TASTE
OF FREEDOM
THE LIFE WITHOUT
DOUBT,
THE MUSIC THAT
SHINES IN MY HEART
COMES ABOUT
LOOPING IN RHYTHM
AS I CLIMB UP THE
HILL
WATCHING THE WAVES
FROM MY WINDOWSILL,
THE FRESH BREATH
OF AIR
WHEN TRAGIC DESPAIR
THREATENS MY SOUL,
I REACH OUT TO MY
GOD
WHO WILL ALWAYS
CONSOLE,
I LISTEN FOR WORDS
FROM THE SILENCE
OF NIGHT,
THE SLY HUMMINGBIRD
WHO ZOOMS OFF
IN FLIGHT,
THE VOICE IN
THE MIRROR
THANKFUL AND FREE
TODAY I AM HAPPY
JUST TO BE ME.

©J.W. WINSLOW 3/1/17