Poems of Jean Rojas

RAINBOW FOR KARAC

( A Song of Hope)

 

Standing alone in the rain

I look at all my pain

My life has gone through middle age

And I feel I am in a cage

 

Your music came to me one day,

The high pitched sounds along the way,

Soothing my soul in the words that you say

I relinquish my sorrows where I may

 

I have loved you all these years

And the echo of your voice I hear,

Songs of sensuality, unclear

Passionate verses without fear

 

I have lusted for you all this time

Making love to you in rhythm and rhyme

In my fantasies ,your lyrics are a chime

Your notes ,the dearest pantomime

 

You are mine but never mine

You were a star ,way too far

Down below and oh so low

I lie alone ,in motions of slow

 

You are human too,

You know agony as well,

Bled like mortals

Fell like mortals

Aged like all of us

Changed like all of us

 

Yet, to me,

You will always

Be the same

With your golden

Hair, flowing in the wind

As you crooned and cooed

Your long tall frame

Blending with the bars

Of the drums , the bass

and lead guitar

Your body is my altar

Your voice, my vision of hope

 

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing remains the same

Not the singer nor the song

As we move in life along

 

But in my mind I see only you

Singing the blues in blue

In all colors and hue,

With you, I am young again

With you I am new again

 

Your voice is my song of hope.

 

  

For :Robert Plant

31 July, 2006

 

  

 

                                      

"And she's buying a stairway to heaven......"

I think I am so lucky to have been growing up in the 70s. Coming from a family inclined to music, I had a great time listening to and singing the songs of that era. The rock bands were fantastically talented and the songs had meaningful lyrics.
My favorite rock band was Led Zeppelin .My favorite song was Stairway to Heaven. Everytime I see a jukebox, I 'd put my coins and pushed the buttons to that song...sometimes as much as 3 times in a row!
Robert Plant, he was something else. With his long curly blonde locks, his reed thin figure and his skin tight denim pants (where his bulging crotch became the main attraction), he stood with his hands on his hips, legs apart belting, cooing, ...."There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold...." From afar, with the dark lights of the stage, he looked like a woman...he even gestured like a woman. He flowed and glided along with his band members. His movements were minimalist and yet he generated such oozing sex appeal .His voice was husky, sexy and vulgar.....just the sight of him standing on stage (with that big bulge in his pants) chest exposed, hair flying to his face..he stood tall and confident as he sang his way into the adoring screaming crowd, immortalized as a rock artist and a sex symbol altogether. He was a glorious magnificent specimen of a rockstar that is hard to equal let alone surpass..I can not begin to make a litany of all the praises I can sing to him, in his name and honor...He has blurred the line between man and woman..feminine and masculine..like he had two genders in one..
that, maybe ,is the mystique of Robert Plant.