Best Jazzed Poems

Smooth jazz playing
 on my car radio.
Finding myself reluctantly 
bobbing my head along
to the constant rhythm 
of the mild funk.
Reminding me of 
long car rides...

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Translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar’s poem: “Asai Mugam” or “Beloved Face”
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Were
I
Jazzed
At every kerfuffle-
I shan't have the time           to peer at the sky
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Music and your muse

What moves you to write?
What puts your pen in gear?
Your muse you say! Hmmm!

Muse is the root word to
many things like Music
musing,...

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Decade of my birth





All Show and No Go,
Ankle biters were Almost Home,
Baby, Ball and Beach bunny,
Brewed bread as Boxes Burnt one,
Even the Bad pipes Bagged...

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Jewel is largest orb,
Jazzed third bright in night sky,
Juts in fifth place from sun.
Joins name of Roman god.
Jam rules Sag and Pisces;
Jells expansion and grace,
Jives...

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BOTTLE DANCE

Across my land, abysses gnaw at automobiles,
From the foot of the mountain, 
To the shores of the oil fountain.
Certificated youths drinking piss to mellow...

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It was a Saturday, October that the world was standing still, 
raining like you won’t believe and all this idle time to kill.
It’s in between...

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The moisture rose over the ocean
Millions of droplets merge in unison

 
They formed a cloud quite vast
Joining with the air they jazzed

 
Moving toward the...

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Pray,
If you should tell
All that you have bottled up
Who will you tell?
Who will believe you?
Stories of swollen head, slit lips
Blood, brimstone and bonfires 
Laboriously ignited...

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The young and eager parson had completed his seminary education.
He girded his loins to battle sin and lead the wayward to salvation!
The pastoral selection committee...

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Seven was my number,
When you first gave me that gift,
The tunnel you forever fixed in my heart,
I can make you remember,
 
At home from Jean’s...

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Death’s Bouquet
            by Odin Roark

Graves give much,
Willing wafted memories ride
The raven’s wind.

Into other air
Where...

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We each have that early spring
post-matriarchal
un-hibernating 
emerging from EarthMother moment,

An awareness memory
of late winter's pregnant demands
to cramp and thrust forward
patriarchally over-powering
in full summer's fertile august...

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Everyone just moved on and learned to live without me. It takes me back to the good (well, not so good )old days (not so...

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