When Jimi Played

poem by: Mingoao Ba
Written on Jan 17, 2017

It seems like only yesterday
when left hand chords played
an euphonic melody

a melody  . .

of the way things used to be
of 
flights of fancy 
on 
flower ships 
and acid trips
illusions of  innocence

And the best we could have been 
didn’t seem to matter
all that much
and the beauty in all that

was . .

it just was !

Joplin sang
and no one since
has mastered the mystery of Zeppelin

Floyds were pink
and punk was in
and 
we  were made 
to dream
dreams 
by any means
of
black magic women 
and gypsy queens
and Star spangled banners
dancing in a purple haze
on a stairway to heaven

and it felt good

standing on the darkside of the moon
removing yet another brick in the wall
of our own self destruction

Fools rushed in where angels feared
and Jimmi played 
what no one dared

Jack flash jumped . .

to a P-funk funk
aboard the mother ship
Black Sabbath played
like Jimmi prayed
on a mushroom trip
half wild
half voodoo child
It was eyesight to the blind

Visions of a promised land
on top of mountain tops

tears of rage
and long black veils swayed
to strains and sweet refrains 

as electric arias . .

permeated the air
the messiah came 
and again
we crucified him

I often wonder 

If . . .

still we hear
Izabella call
her Spanish Castle Magic
as now we sail 
this sea of madness 
aboard these wooden ships

What a magical mystery tour it was  . . !

Liverpool Lads
fleeting Fads
strawberry fields
gypsy suns and rainbows
incense and peppermint
crystal spiders
blue eyed soul
psychedelic funk 
Rock and roll
Bad moon rising 
over Kosmic blues
dark star shining
put a spell on you

Then . . 

someone said

Lets get stoned . . !		

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Christopher Russon commented:
Such lovely poem.really well written.
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 01, 2018 at 6:45pm
That took me back in a time machine...(a silver one).....into the eye of a musical tornado!.....and I loved the ride......

 

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