Coltrane Poems - Poems about Coltrane

I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd, Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words. They speak melodiously and deeply to my soul. I'm riding and flying; I'm losing control. No seatbelt to buckle into or even think of, But I'm safe and feeling free, flying like a dove. Above all pain 'cause Trane, Bird, and Hawk are soulfully saxing, Sweet,...

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spontaneous vitality phrased individuality improvised. interpretations of the moment filled with energye in intuitive avant-garde orrnamentation...

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I am quite taken with the sultriness from the Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy brassiness of my horizons a solid structure forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone unspeakable melodies hindered just so under the balanced keys behind the piano mans harmony and...

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The moon is a yellow-green tonight like the pistils of a daisy. I have no interest in sleep. The wine is gentle on my nerves. I think about her discreetly. I imagine her on a couch in pajamas reading a thick novel. It is wrong of me to think of her without her consent. I hear the deer down below rustling...

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for Alice Coltrane I got a love for you you be jazz I got a love for you you be jazz I got a love for you you be jazz jazz all my tears away jazz all my tears away you got me seeing all kinds of colors in my mind's eye but my favorite are those shades of blue -- reaching from the sky deep into indigo Alice Coltrane...

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I'm living my life, Like a John Coltrane song, Melodious dissonance, All right and all wrong, Sweet, structured chaos, Each part takes a solo, Then fades and steps back, To play much more mellow, Some think there's genius, Others ask, 'What's the point', Yearning for answers, To resolve and anoint, It goes and it goes,...

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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...

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I'm the sheriff and my name is Rosco P. Coltrane. People in Hazzard know that the P is for pea-brain. I work for Commissioner Jefferson Davis Hogg. He hates the Dukes and he also hates my dog. I usually get a cut of the take from my fat brother-in-law. I love his evil schemes and I love to pinch his...

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