The older I get the less that I fret
With my panties wadded up in a tizzy
As anyone could see I used to be
A mini-me of Dizzy Gillespie
I'd huff and I'd puff when I'd had enough
Like some Big Bad Wolf in a fable
Then let it all fly as the steam in me would rise
Right on time, here comes Old Faithful
No one hanging around at the bubbling sound
As it came close to the rim
No need to wait for the show, see you later gotta go
Afraid by flying debris they'd be hit
Thankfully those years are long gone as I've learned to calm down
Although I still have my moments
My family looks at me quite suspiciously
When I turn on the news at 6
Categories:
dizzy gillespie, anger, life,
Form: Rhyme
Bewteen two granite stones
large enough to keep Jesus
tucked away three plus days
lies a crack so thin
it doesn't allow shadows in
though water finds its
proper place.
In winter it freezes
Summer evaporates
its every molecule
It expands in fall
Renews in spring so when roses
bloom, crimson combines
pinks and reds.
May comes. Dizzy Gillespie
plays the blues and
heavenly tunes fall from heaven
sticking to my thoughts
like ants on picnic food.
Saturated with the idea of
being love drenched,
I took my clothes off
to skinny dip but slipped
and punctured my heart
supplying a stream
with flow.
When it rains is when God finds time
to remind me of life saving lines.
Forever combines, if only in the moments
when sun doesn't shine
and I stand in rain
shouting against the wind.
At the core of my foundation,
a woman's tears were at the heart of
my formation.
Even granite, must yield to this.
Categories:
dizzy gillespie, feelings, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
one of a series of color poems written with a pink craylo pen purchased from our local post office-red, pink, yellow, blue, black, green, silver, brown, gray
I love a deep purple jazz poem.
A trumpet blowing, soothing,
Dizzy Gillespie jazz poem.
A plum colored, egg plant colored,
Twilight hued poem.
A deep purple falling over sleepy garden
Walls poem.
My mother sure love that song, "Deep Purple"
Hope she loves this purple poem.
Humm, Ma! me and my purple poem and
My pink pen,
Feeling the love baby, feeling the love!
Cynthia
one of a series of color poems written with a pink craylo pen purchased from our local post office-red, pink, yellow, blue, black, green, silver, brown, gray
Categories:
dizzy gillespie, music, love, poems,
Form: Free verse