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Following is an unordered, partial collection of George McClure (Stephen George Miller) published and unpublished; recorded and unrecorded; poesy works. SEE ALSO: http://www.trowbridgeplanetearth.com >> Planet Arkadelphia SEE ALSO: http://www.trowbridgeplanetearth.com >> Journals & Poems Crucifiqúeme [c. ag 13-14, 2004 words & music George McClure; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI] [CminMaj7 - Fmin9 - D7 - C - D7|D9|D7 - G6|Gmaj7|G6 - D7|D9|D7 - G6] El tiempo es largo entonces y entonces el tiempo roba su vida el tiempo roba la vida. Soy septiembre; privado privado pero es repleto mi corazón pero es repleto mi corazón. He vivido una buena, una buena vida y no he lastimado a nadie sino mismo y no he lastimado a nadie sino mismo. Mi vida es mi sangre como la guitarrita volverá nada pero a polvo volverá nada pero a polvo. ©2004 george mcclure and McClure & Trowbridge Publishing. All rights reserved. Mis Pensamientos c.1999 words & music George McClure "Si quieres la verdad he amado muchas mujeres, pero solo tu, solo tu permanece en mis pensamientos Quando los cielos, se vuelven frio y gris y las palomas esconden sus cabezas y las noches son largas y frias y la lluvisna goteya, de los arboles Springtime, Sonora, in Old Mexico lemon yellow is the color of the sunlight and sunlight is gold the creosote bush growin, the cactus is swollen with the bountiful rains and the snow from the mountains above I ride out far, in the desert we go climbing the trails through the brush and the arroyos steadily higher, but soon we grow tired I turn my eyes o'er the valleys and vista below [CORO - Canción] Le amo carinosamente prometio de encontrarme en la vereda de San Jacinto "Mucho carino, mi corazón" Fourty and sixty and... eighty and more miles I see deep in the Territory of Old Mexico the buzzard is glidin, and I see beside him the canyons and washes, los arroyos, las lomas of home [CORO - Canción] Le amo carinosamente prometio de encontrarme en la vereda de San Jacinto "Mucho carino, mi corazón" [CORO - Canción] Le amo carinosamente prometio de encontrarme en la vereda de San Jacinto "Mucho carino, mi corazón" Si quieres, la verdad he amado muchas mujeres pero solo tu, solo tu permanece en mis pensamientos." [c.1999 George McClure, McClure & Trowbridge Publishing] SPECTOR'S DIRTY DEED c. 02/09/03 George McClure Caliopes seek the pain carousels float aflame the rats are in the fridge the rats are in the fridge the rats are in the fridge and the lightning led the train The lightning fed the pain exploding out his brain under panting frown under panting drown under panting down and the sparklers blew his brain INTERLUDE I She lay her down beside him opening her side touched her heart and liver stenched her breath and vomit INTERLUDE II The slaying of the lambs in the quiet of stillness mourning stencilling the eyebrows in burgundy perfume INTERLUDE III Wondering trods the trenches dressed in red wanting to join the living wishing she were dead Caliopes seek the pain carousels float aflame the rats are in the fridge the rats are in the fridge the rats are in the fridge and the sparklers blew his brain All rights reserved. c. 2003 George McClure
"grey-green skies"
[c. S.George Miller; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI]
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grey-green skies and honey dives
bungalo spreads and spider webs
neon sights, fascist bites
traffic fights and warm warm nights.
Peruvian devils, sunfish speckles,
iridescent poppies and lollipop mommies,
Sad leap tides, silken sun shines,
crocagators wallow in wild marshmallow.
Yellow-painted monks and spiritual healers
dancing to the Sugarfoot Reelers
Saving grace with plasticoid lace
diesel trains without no pain.
Sad leap tides and Friday's sky
Ham sandwiches with mustard and rye
Yellow bluebonnets and a-rhythmic sonnets
Sing are a favorite of my fewest things.
Printed Source: The Ever-Flowing Stream, National Library of Poetry; Owings Mills MD (1998)
[c.1996 p.1998 All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use is prohibited and punishable under applicable laws.]
untitled fr. Planet Arkadelphia [v.1 n.2] Through the crimson deserts of time, and life's half blink dawn bursting diamonds in the sky, the raindrops are Heaven's tears dripping over us all like a warm blanket for the soul washing us clean from every Sin. [©10/08/1998 S.G. Miller] (trauma,) fr. Outstanding Poets of 1998; Ntnl. Library of Poetry [c. S. George Miller; Trowbridge Publishing/BMI] stars dripping light from their eyes in heaven, cosmos blanket my soul. timeless as the vast salt sea . . slithery stingy living things from night wake me again and break me in flight. stars blanket my light-dripping soul as I fall with the weeds of time time's life juice oozes away and I hear you call my name. "My void," say I, "do you fairly?" (Almost fell into the round hole squarely.) Printed Source: Outstanding Poets of 1998, National Library of Poetry; Owings Mills MD ©1992, 1998 All rights reserved. |