Best Bop Poems
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Come why not to the summertime hop
Movin’ n’ groovin’ dancers everywhere
Wearing flowers in their hair.
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Boppin’ around the clock till one drops
Swingin’ and swayin’ havin’ a great time
Until midnight chimes.
For young hearts it’s a brill time
To bop away all day
Summertime’s a dreamtime
For gathering friends along the way.
Boy meets girl and girl meets boy
As billowin’ breeze blows
Romance fills the air
As the summertime flows.
On your feet, to the beat, dance in the street
Give it all you have got
Rotate those hips, do the jive and the twist
Maybe try a fox trot.
For that’s summertime
Yes that’s summertime
That’s the summertime bop.
Cinderella was a starry-eyed lass
Dancing at the ball in shoes made of glass
While bolting for the doors
She encountered waxed floors
And unfortunately fell on her A$$!
For: SKAT*
SHOES contest
They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age
They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright
So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!
Blitzkrieg Bop shaked one fertile ground
In Germany where people sat on the ground
Under the heat of the sun
Open bodies laid under the gun.
Blitzkrieg Bop became a craze
Up front and behind a famed naze
Moving, shaking above and under the trees
Trembling, quivering with high knees.
Blitzkrieg Bop ruled over the world
Seventy six atop the torn world
People with sad faces learned to prance
Everywhere they hopped, wiggle and dance.
We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
I Miss Your LighT -BOOGIE-WOOGIE BOP-
Verse 1
Boogie-woogie bop there's still time
Just enough to breathe, to git it right
I miss your dark grace, your golden face
I miss your light touch, your breath
So much that it hurts come here girl
But no matter you gonna boogie woogie and yo bop is surreal
Chorus
You just walk away
I've come so far
I miss your light
I miss you now
dancN on the linoleum floor
O’ girl, you who are mine, mine, mine, my
Boogie-woogie bop
Git down don’t stop
Verse 2
You just walked away, boogie-woogie bop you’re cream of the crop, on top fur’sure
I've come so far I miss your light and it ain’t right girl
I miss you now since we’re both on top you were the cream of the crop
On top No place to fold, neither do we shop all abundance non-stop we got it all, cream of the crop together we are, on top ooh, ooh oh oh we lack not
Boogie-woogie bop
Chorus
You just walk away
I've come so far
I miss your light
I miss you now
dancN on the linoleum floor
O’ girl, you who are mine, mine, mine, my
Boogie-woogie bop
Git down don’t stop
Verse 3
There's a cold autumn wind comin, drummer keep drumin
I miss your tender embrace
A shadow there on my face
When I think of you on the clock
I miss your light I miss you a tender lamb, in the flock
You, you, you, you who are mine boogie-woogie bop
Chorus
You just walk away
I've come so far
I miss your light
I miss you now
dancN on the linoleum floor
O’ girl, you who are mine, mine, mine, my
Boogie-woogie bop
Git down don’t stop
09/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHATA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
‘Nothing to do, they don’t need us.
Hell of a lot of busy work,
what are we doing sitting here ?‘
These are the twisted thoughts
that plague so many people
every day as they sit idle and fiddle;
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again;
We have a shortage of soul;
Restlessness is mischief in lazy hands;
No real motivation except
flash cash and micro dopamine hits;
Pulling up an app chasing fast money;
Honey, that slot machine has no value;
If anyone can get it without a grind?
There is something inside unsatisfied;
Each minute it continuously grows;
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again;
We have a shortage of soul;
Wealth can’t be based on economics,
you flourish when your spirit is full;
Not a thing you don’t work for
will give you purpose;
Easy will always leave you empty,
on the sofa with seven deadly sins;
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again;
We have a shortage of soul.
A Jingle Bell Bop
Santa Claus was worn out and deflated
"Get yourself to bed" the Mrs stated
She got in herself
Dressed up as an elf
And what arose up next was x-rated.
Santa was due to be at his workshop
So the frolicking came to a full stop
Helpers had done well
They'd made all things swell
And all were dancing a jingle bell bop.
The jingle bell bop got them excited
Elves and reindeer as a team united
They roped Santa in
And made such a din
Bopping around the workshop, ignited.
Santa and crew worked very hard next day
Getting all the presents onto the sleigh
In the sky they rode
Led by Rudolph’s nose
To get gifts to children for Christmas day.
They'd had plenty to eat, minced pies and wine
Which went down a treat, 'twas simply divine
Exhausted, but pleased
All down on their knees
Praying children were pleased and all was fine.
Mrs Claus was happy Santa was back
They were soon snuggled up back in the sack
Santa was too tired
To meet her desires
So was no boppin’or ballin' the Jack
* * *
Christmas 2021
It all starts when you walk in the door
Men hoot and holler as you enter the floor
Your body shakin' in all the right places
As you look around you see the looks on the men's faces
The music and the electricity have you pumped, you just can't stop
You show the crowd how to Hoochie Koochie Bop
Another hottie comes out to show you up
You both compete to see who has the better stuff
The gyrations, all the steamy moves
Another hot mama enters the floor, she is well into the groove
The crowd goes wild as a man grabs your waist
You tell him I'm the candy you will never taste
He asks what does it take to get what you've got
You tell him to get off the floor, you can't Hoochie Koochie Bop
A female approaches you and grabs your hand
Something about this seems right, she understands
She smiles at you, you smile right back
You know she is only after one thing, that's a fact
She wants to take you to her penthouse loft
Maybe it's time for a one on one Hoochie Koochie Bop
The dance floor feels so good, so right
You tell her to go, you want to dance all night
A couple more shots of tequila will do the trick
You want to slow down, things are moving too quick
You are flawless on the floor, no one will mock
You are the master of the Hoochie koochie Bop
Every Spring there’s a battle cry
from deep within the South;
It raises the hair of millions for miles;
Tempers rise and just continue to climb
brushes try as styles explode mid motion;
Nothing can stop the impending siege;
Wild curls wage war with humidity;
Summer follows suit bringing sweat
to frizzed ringlets that go out of control;
One goes up while the other goes down
leaving bangs to hang limp like noodles;
With longing you look at the ten percent;
Over and over again failed products,
new ingredients same formidable foe;
Dog days leave you looking so unkept;
Wild curls wage war with humidity;
Doing this and trying that
slaughtered instantly by air;
Warriors fall this combat so daunting;
Lean into the wind armed and dangerous;
One final stand for the incorrigible;
A worthy opponent? My old school hat.
Wild curls wage war with humidity.
Mandela Poem by Paradox
Mandela Inspires
I watched from afar
As a man struggled and lived
What Black American’s Today African Americans
And countless other African black dissentience people
Di-aspora wide= Live, and died,
And still suffer blacklash from today
But, --it is OK
Fairness is to exist
Yet I’m amazed, and I praise
The efforts and accomplishments
Of Mr. Mandela
His legacy=
Will continue to inspire me
For the rest of my moments
BE BOP A LOOB BOP, DON'T BECOME A JUNKIE
no matter how fast i rock and roll
it don't matter none how soaked i am in soul
no matter how many things of value i stole
raising holy hell has long been my goal
outunning the rain has a wrethed reward
sleeping with three dogs at night i couldn't afford
i was left to fight with warmth next to a mangy mole
and as i said, raising holy hell has long been my goal
when i bid the dearies out the door i feel their sorrow
but what was worse is when the man says "ain't got no dope 'til tomorrow"
when he says that and you look for my heart look all around
nay, just aim your eyes at the filthy spit laden ground
i'm dancing as fast as the beat will propel my feet
but there are too many days a junkie fights defeat
no laughter be heard in rooms where junkies gather
and given the option between death and breath it's dying i'd rather
no mattar how i rock and roll, stay on the stroll or the things i stole
i can't even recall having a pious and un-selfish goal
this living on the street is as old as living on the dole
and with temerity time and tepid tears have all taken their toll
(c) 2011 ....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Walking down the street,
My anger is boiling,
Put my headphones on,
“I live a Looonely Avenuuee, aaw yes sir” I start to sing
“Cupid, draw back your bow,”
Happiness speeds up the blood in my flow
“Loose yourself in the moment you own it..”
Boys on the basketball court are playing themselves fit,
A little later, driving past Walmart,
“I told you I was trouble, ya know I'm no gooood”
Man..I would've seen her live if I could,
“Chain, chain, chain...chain of fools”
Now we're left with music industries tools,
The one thing I can always rely on to make me smile,
Knowing couple hundred tunes come alive when I twist this dial,
They're so different,
But all the same,
Explaining different kind pain,
Struggles and triumphs everyday
Telling their story just to me,
There's my connection,
That's the way musics' supposed to be
As I lie here all alone
Im a king without his throne
everything was taken from me
Why did it have to be
I live a life that i regret
Im following in your foot steps
You fed me the poison that ruined my life
you unknowingly stabbed me with a knife
You saw me falling but its to late
For i was allready disaters date
I drank your poison all night
And thats when i fell out of site
Ding dong its the demons you sent
Withering alone my life was spent
Then came a angel nicknamed b-bop
She said your withering has got to stop
She hugged me and we flew away
To start over with a better day
For angry i was and happy i am
dancing to and fro-
signals to where the nectar flows
Note Honey bees communicate by body 'dance' movements