Best Jazzed Poems
Not Jazzed About the Funk I'm InSmooth 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 with dad,
and being subjected
to The WAVE radio station
94.7-- The Soul of
Southern California.
I’ve now tasted death
and pop a...
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Categories:
jazzed, absence, car, dad, how
Form:
Free verse
Spoken Word Poetry: Jazzed Up AfrobeatSpoken Word Poetry: Jazzed Up Afrobeat
Without jazz, Life would be a mistake— A symphony of silence, an empty canvas, where melodies fade and dreams escape/
But then, oh! We jazz it up, Afrobeats lifts me high, Where the saxophone sings, and women swing, And...
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Categories:
jazzed, spoken word,
Form:
Spoken Word