Shanna Baldwin Moore, US

 

 

Shanna's Beat   Moon Chill   morning sun shining through the old forest I sit in the shadow side of the lazy moon lingering..... as the sun touches the clouds around it one side of the trees lit by the sun moon chill on the other     To shanna   the wind the sea sun air you unashamed blend in with the elements become part of it and then disappear into the sand— —Eric 1960     "answer to eric big daddy nord"   This evening endless in its own end has combined its colors creating an image on contact I am lost to its legends and as I sit by the surf I am carried into a world full of deep down deeper not drowning but descending into life the life and legend are mine now I live here and now I am a legend known only to me created by me therefore must end for I am and I too must end... —Shanna Baldwin 1960 in response to Eric's poem of me disappearing into the sand (above).     Roscoe Weathers     Roscoe often dropped in we had a few philosophical conversations. He didn't need a journal to write poetry in, some people are just "poetic" his life was his poem... a life committed to HIP! an accomplished musician who could play flute, and reed instruments, he could make music as he walked along using his throat, his whistle, and a way he had of trilling his lips, he played "Swingin' Shepard Blues" for me, he didn't need an instrument. I was impressed by this man, and it wasn't his music, it was his COOL, Roscoe Weathers was/is one of the COOLEST CATS I've ever known... —Vinci, Mullumbimby,Australia     strange fruit   the Lady singing the blues.. still tasting the midnight air —shanna       Tony's laugh   the quick draw kid collage artist the warmth in our cellar his guffaw shook the walls his words softened the hardest blow he brought us to the edge of a poem spinning a web as he leaped into the mix philosophizing to Stu's what ifs..... over morning coffee blowing a poem warmth in our hearts —shanna     from down under   winter the night was cold, but I survived hot water bottle by my side ( a lone man's bride) morning brings warmth sun on my skin life is mine I smile (a lone man's reward) —Vinci...     I'm amazed at the flow, once the reminiscence is turned on. the spirit of "The Venice West" LIVES! or as Bill Margolis said; "...you TOUCHED me,...& thanx"... —Vinci...Vince Beck,     Mullumbimby, Aus.     the beat   this paper and pen laying on my bed looking through drift glass and grey moss into the forest the birds say good morning as I blow this poem with the rhythm of the universe and sip my cup of me thinking of the poets over morning coffee black ink blots on the tables "Venice West" the launching pad for a million songs on the beach the heart pounding drums give birth to the Beat a new generation of hope for our future —shanna     victor bent   victor bent is a code name for Tony Scibella— it was in one of his poems many pictures and memories; check it out s.a.griffin put it together with all our pics and words.... check out me friend here..... yr gonna dig this...victor bent     "drugs took them all away / pine boxes and jail cells..."   dealing death n doom the drum rolls thundering over the burm the devil dances as he steals another soul —shanna