Michael Buhagiar

Rookie (13 January 1954 / Sydney)

Rider On The Storm (Homage To Jim Morrison) - Poem by Michael Buhagiar

Adios to the lands and great house, Caballero,
A kiss for the Lady in White and your friends,
For you ride out to meet the wild Toronegro
Pounding the plain, and the world on you depends.

Now that sombre shape as the moon is dawning
Behind you is not yet horned with sails,
And a blade through the neck will dropp him, fawning,
In a test which your fool on his ass ever fails.

Though the bull should blast into stormswept hells
All knights, you shine even there, dimmed never.
For the bullet has not yet has culled the white horn

Nor the navy lowered its dark-mouthed barrels
To blast the last steed into kingdom ever
From a cloistered village, just before you were born.


Comments about Rider On The Storm (Homage To Jim Morrison) by Michael Buhagiar

  • Stephen Loomes (5/24/2013 3:00:00 AM)


    Jim is dead, O! long night of dread; when a brain as great as his, stops; we wonder where to go, without the genius with the torch who showed us what is so; and then to just remember a line of his reminds us what we know. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/24/2007 10:07:00 PM)


    jim was king but, , ,
    i ran away to find truth, ,
    i found it
    i live it..
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  • (8/24/2007 3:19:00 AM)


    Michael, i love, love, love this...i loved Jim Morrison...he was so much and in such a short time...The Doors were magic, but he is what made them so! He left us too soon!
    He died at 27 also, just like Jimi and Janis, Curt Cobain, and i know there are others
    Theo
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2011


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