Best Trane Poems
'k kyk neer rivier
wat kronk'lend paaie baan
in dalle vloer
afgemat en steeds geboè
poele plas en blitsend 'kaats
drenkend dans palmiete gras
soos manne kras in kroee
dalk net dromend was
my refleksie in jou oè
Iris geruit as wimpers sluit
was binne-in my hart getoor
en bloedriviere in ons are bruis
vuurspuwend ons in lawa doop
die magma braak in kers se was
dog rooiend en bloedend soos ons passie was
eiland swart en eenkant ek
omring atol n trane oseaan
wat reent verkoeld tektonies bars
in woorde was so onbedoeld
was dit gans so ongehoord
Helaas!! KEER DIT VOOR!
..en eggo steeds nog minder so
"IT N' EST
PAS SAGE DE
BOO LE FAUORIL !
LE QUAH,
LE QUAH
LE QUAH !
HI BOU, HI BOU,
IGNORE-LE !
LE MOO !
LE MOO !
IGNORE , LA
TRANE !"
SUM THANG BIN EATIN OUR
COWS AGAIN!
VAISSEAU SPATIAL !
VAISSEAU SPATIAL !
REGARDEZ DANS LE CIEL !
LE QUAH !
LE QUAH !
I AM LE TRANE !
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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SAINT JOHN COLTRANE
Old Trane New Trane Coltrane
Stood on the edge of the avant-guard
Sanctified sax in hand blowing like thunder and rain
He acknowledged The Creator with Psalms in A love Supreme
A love Supreme... A love Supreme...A love Supreme
His horn screamed with pain
Alabama Oh...Alabama where our children died
Ka-boom!!
Expressions of rebellion as The Black Movement marched on through
Along came Joy and Peace yet he moaned and groaned
He ascended to a higher plane
As he sings praises in heaven his legacy abounds on earth and the spirit is still alive
SAINT JOHN COLTRANE
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Thanks
Comrade
Tie rollerskates to pólice
Horses hoofs
Piss on the grim parade
From the roof
Of the dept store
Slip a fortune cookie note
That reads
´give me liberty or death
Or chicken chow mein ´
In the pocket of a
Passing pope
Arm the homeless
With pitchforks
& direct them to the
Castle on the hill
Bite the earlobes
Of the palace guards
But not too hard
Just enough to let
Them know
We means bizness
Free the geese & turkeys
From their Christmas cages
Bring back the cat
& the white rhino too
Buddy Bolden´s trumpet
Audible from a mile
& a century away
Will be our huntsman´s cry
Tally Ho!
Tough time to be a
Fox in ermine
That day
Chase the elusive Trane
Down 52nd street
Bring down a plane
With the third eye
Laser
Crash landing with
Ray gun sparks
Beneath
Balls to convention
Let´s nudge
Michelangelo’s
Elbow
Shout theatre in a
Crowded fire
Squirt soda water
In destiny´s face
I´m mad as hell but
Then hell is mad
Let´s push Larkin´s
Work toad under
The 39 bus
& give all
The blessed angels
Something to sing
About
Let them fear
King Ludd
& kabouters
Slack men in
Boiler rooms
Reading yesterday´s
Paper
Comrades
Fellow travelers
Come & let´s dance
On the green
But first take off
Your shoes
& throw them
Into the
Machine
Jy by die see
In my drome sien ek ‘n duidelike beeld
Van jou en hoe jy wandel langs die see
en die aandwind huil alweer verveeld
net voor die eerste ster sy glimlag gee
Donker kaalvoet spore sink diep in
nog dieper in die nat en koue sand
Ek verlang nou, en ek wens, besin
Ag, was jou spore maar in my hand
Die lang spore ry loop kronkelend
Soos wat jy vlug, en soos wat jy jaag
Weg van die bruisende gety
Oomblikke later – Die maanlig skuif verby
Die laaste sonlig weerkaats jou gesig
Al blink dit nogsteeds, steur dit nie jou sig
Jou een oog is oop, en steeds is hy droog
Tog wil daar trane uit alby oë kom.
‘n reguit ry spore vleg deur joune in
Iets jaag jou steeds
Of wie volg jou spore, waar het dit begin?
dalk kan dit ek wees?
Jou spoor is nog nie in myne gevlek
Die strand lê nog ver vorentoe uitgestrek…
Skiet mis
In plaas van woorde uit my pen
Vloei trane uit my hart se oog
Sodra ek sien ek het gewen
Besef ek hoe haar blom uitdroog
In minder as net sewe dae
verloor haar hart sy steun. En weer
probeer oortuig dat wat ek vra:
“Vergeet eenvoudig van die seer”
Verwagtend na die nuwe droom
Voor tyd sy skade weer oopvlek
Vloei woorde na my put se stroom
Waar trane uit ‘n boog vertrek
Tref mis alweer – onsekerheid.
Jy skild en pantserlaag jou hart!
Met ystepyl gelowigheid,
oortuigend, mik ek sonder smart
Jou boompie groei
‘n Saadjie was geplant voorheen
Ek het dit amper verdrink met my trane
Dit het wel ontkiem, maar
Donderweer, Hael en woeste wind -
Onkruid, Ryp en droogtes
het dit geknou.
Dalk het dit met ‘n goeie doel
als verbrou
Anders as ‘n kind se emosies
het ons, - nee, JOU boompie
gegroei,
g e g r o e i,
G E G R O E I
totdat ek op kon klim en hoog daarin droom
Maar dis asof jou boompie iets meer nodig het
soos ‘n gevraagde snoei
totdat liefde bloei
Dis als deel van groei
I've always been a mellow
type of fellow
Laidback like dem seats
in that Cadillac
Yeah! Real chill like that
sleek '73 Deville
Even as a little boy
the jukebox was my toy
Sweet rhythms of life
abating all ills and strife
A manchild in a candy store
Robust bass, lovely strings, classy keys,
Harmonic horns...need I say more?
No worries! I will continue
so vast, so deep, so true
Riding that old country road
just shaking off the load
Hip-Hopping to the urban ghetto
Tupac and Biggie fo sho'
Miles and Miles of Trane
jazzing through the sun and rain
Blues up, blues down, blues all around
Willie Dixon and that Chess Record sound
Feeling it deep in my spirit and heart
The voice of Mahalia Jackson I can't depart
Luther Vandross to Bob Marley
Bob James to Uncle Charlie
Madonna to Marvin Gaye
Earth, Wind & Fire to Cold Play
Jimi Hendrix to Janis Joplin
Stephanie Mills to Phil Collins
Blondie to Muddy Waters
Whitesnake to Crystal Waters
The Beatles to Bobby Bland
Sam Cooke to Duran Duran
Jackie Wilson to Jackson 5
Otis Redding to the Maroon 5
Cassandra Wilson to the Doobie Brothers
Earl Klugh to the Pointer Sisters
Regina Belle to James Brown
Patti LaBelle to Chris Brown
(Pause)
Man! I think I better stop
before I start talking about Prince
and the King of Pop
But I have a confession to make
Please hear me out; it's not fake
I can't help it; I'm a melophile
Now, excuse me while I go tune
in for awhile
Swart trane
Donker gees
Gebroke hart
Eensaam siel
My lewe het tot stilstand gekom toe ek jou ontmoet
My lewe het bedoeling gekry toe ek jou ontmoet
My lewe is nou verby as gevolg van jou
My lewe is nou niks as gevolg van jou
Eks ingedoen
Eks gebreek
Eks teleurgestel
Eks moeg en uitgeput
Eks nie meer lus om aan te gaan nie
Eks nie meer lus om te hoop nie
Eks nie meer lus vir wat kom nie
Want wat kom is donker en leeg
Violis
Vrolik, opgewek en bly
klink nog ‘n suiwer klank
van die violis se viool.
Die deuntjie tol
na ‘n dalende mineur mol
Iemand laat rol
sy trane van emosies.
Op laas word hy toegejuig
en bestrooi met
wit en bloedrooi rosies.
Hurry! Hurry!
All aboard the Cosmic Trane
Where the mind runs free and
the soul feels no pain
A location for the elevation of
humanness to the existential
realm of salvation
Galactic spiritual religiosity in the
form of rhythmic sounds
Free. Free. Running freely into
dimensions away from the third
A ride. A glorious ride of
harmonic bliss
A kiss, a sweet kiss...
So fasten and secure your headphones
and be sure not to miss
Because this is sure to be a ride
of epic proportions
Away. Far away from the chaos and
distortions
My God!
Jones will be thudding
With Tyner tinkling the keys
Oh yes, Garrison will be a 'bassing'
And Coltrane blowing like a breeze
A ride. A celestial ride out of
this world
To places and spaces where all
dreams and hopes are unfurled
O' Wise One in the sleeper for a
Song of Praise
And Afro Blue reflects on Africa
Giant Steps in the coming days
Blues Minor to Sweet Naima
I have my ticket, so you know this
means I can not stay
I just pressed play, and now I'm coasting
and floating away
CRUISING WITH TRANE...
(Apropos John Coltrane)
Sometimes
in a blue note mood
i take the A-Trane
into a soprano night
And listen
to moonlight thrills
of beautiful sable birds
Monking around
with satin dolls
in search
of a love supreme:
Spiritual cruising with Trane
is still one of my favorite things.
Lobo Little Man, and his boy Teka Maroo
Put them together, and no telling what they might do.
Sweet as pie they are, sporting too many shades of innocence on their face.
Showing off their perfect manors, with their majestic elegance and their
well defined grace.
They will suck you in with this cleaver and convincing disguise.
Watching you the whole time, waiting for opportunity to arise...
They are Master Minds at this game. and you're the next human
taking a ride on their Gravy Trane
Once they have your trust, then their plan is off the ground.
You'll feel the need to give them snacks (they're so cute)
You'll find something for them, somewhere, laying around...
When you come back, they'll be long gone, off to hit the town.
You'll stand there holding pieces of last night's left over steak,
Realizing that they somehow managed to unlatch and open the front gate.
By then, you will have done been played, by this time, it's too late.
There will be nothing you can do, but worry, wonder and sit and wait.
They must have thumbs, you will think...
How else could they have unlatched and went out through the gate?
They'll have gotten blocks away, and you can bet they're laughing about it too.
Care and concern thrown to the wind, there's just so much for them to do
They'll be gone all night, and they'll stay gone the next day, maybe even two.
And don't think for a moment that they are the least bit concerned about
what you may be going through.
They're far too busy with so much to do.
They planned it the whole time. They out and out snow balled you.
Eventually the phone will ring and a chipper voice will say these words to you:
Hello. Ahhhh, this is so and so, and, ahhh, I live in Tim-buck-Tooo
(Which is going to be at least 20 or so miles away from you) The voice will say:
Just callin’ to let you know that I sorta found some dogs (then they will spit)
that maybe, might, (spit again) just belong to you.
They came right up to me, as if I were somebody they actually knew. Whew Doggie!
Continued in Lobo Little Man and His Boy Teka Long Tounge Maroo Part 2
love to move
daneing is my grove
watch me prance
i'llput you in a trane
GOT ANTS IN
MY PANTS