Buddy Holly (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

Buddy Holly
by Sage Sweetwater → (All Poetry by Sage Sweetwater)
Wednesday, August 11, 2021 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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For over two decades Sage Sweetwater has been on a mission to find the truth about the Buddy Holly plane crash on February 3, 1959 with The Big Bopper aka J.P. Richardson, & Richie Valens all on board including the 21-year-old pilot Roger Peterson. Waylon Jennings gave up his seat to Richardson and was not on board, who took the bus instead. We have found Buddy Holly & his wife & the heirs of Buddy Holly who survived the no plane crash & the rest of the gang. They are now with us. Sweetwater wrote two poems in light of Buddy Holly that were constructed to assist in the discovery of Truth over a decade ago pulled from her archives, Cosmic Severance, and Harpsichord of Obedience: Rave On, reposted. We are now the proud owner of the 1947 V-tailed Beechcraft 35 Bonanza which was chartered by Buddy Holly from Dwyer Flying Service. We have also hangared this plane. We are curating several museums full of clothes and memorabilia dispersing some collectable items to our several Hard Rock locations across the globe.

Cosmic Severance cracking of a cosmic egg birthing chaos embryo's life generating from a corpse back into a corpse dying breath ex nihilo from nothing dimensionless void muddy disorder evil oblivion world parent separating and splitting primeval entity dismembered limbs hair blood bones and organs rock and roll myth of the ages cosmic octaves resonate buddy holly black framed famer that'll be the day took its title from a line of john wayne's character 1956 film the searchers the crickets mourn not fade away plane crash fiery fate cosmic severance overdubbed recording hit a brick wall walk of fame buddy waylon and the firebrand Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist Harpsichord of Obedience: Rave On mezzanine of the hall of poets besmirched, clogged bidet from diabolus, corrupt sphincters forcing elimination, torn popeholy, flimflam rectums, disloyal covert sect, breached liasion, spiritual extortion skewered on the roasting turnspit, literary carnage at the expense of detestation, harpsichord of obedience plays off tune, defiance casts the creme de menthe French rune, oral sex with a smattering of creme de menthe liquor in the poetic whore's mouth, rave on Buddy Holly, showstopper in the cathouse, merkin, pubic hair wig for the theatrical purpose of crotch-sucking dilettantes who can't place their work into the marketplace honestly... Rave on... Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 12, 2021

Your poems are hard-core honest. I like that. To hell with right wing political correctness. I didn't know where you were going with Cosmic Severance until you got to the middle where you started describing what happened to Buddy Holly and the others on that cold stormy night. A fine tribute. And a sorrow that Whalon never could forget.

Rave On, was truly your rave about being accepted. But I'm not sure where Buddy Holly, who sang innocently about Wake Up, Little Susie, had anything to do with your plight. But I have noticed that you like to bring celebrity into your work whenever you can.

Ron