Best Improvisation Poems

There are those who improvise within a structure, 
with four beats to the bar like down home blues, 
melodies and harmonies which stay within the...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams
In the back alleys of my imagination
Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous
And words misspoke in conversations
Rummaging for one morsel, an...

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A super seismic year
Eargasmically one to revere

Sweet pulsating sounds
Bebop starting to slow down

Yes!  A new, a brand new, from an "OLD"
A new form that...

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In a room bubbling exuberance
and a gaiety crowd dancing to beats
we sit across each other ten feet apart,
his whispering pulses become audacious
every second approaching my...

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On Wells Street in Chicago, is a sweet comedic treat.
Second City Theater for laughs and where many found their beginnings on plain stage, their life's...

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I'm filled with anticipation, in a new location of accomodation. There cannot always be acceleration or innovation, some times you just need relaxation and rotation....

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Life doesn’t happen with a musical score
accompanying our most dramatic scenes;
Beauty in a person is so much more
than what adorns the covers of our magazines.

Love...

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Admirable Almights all I ask appreciatively allow me to attain, 
be beyond bourgeois breeding ballads for the brain. 
Create colloquialisms that cast competently into chimeras,...

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The Enigmatic Middle C
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THE SHUNS OF LIFE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


This poor bloated woman, after nine months of inflamation
Dropped me off at the maternity ward, a brand new creation
She ejected...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints...

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She walks around with her teacup, nestling its tea bag,
She needs to find some hot water before her spirits lag.

She’d love to be comforted by...

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con't ---->


You... and me were just a tease
Feel like I'm playing a putter from the black tees,
It used to be easy, like hitting off a...

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