The Hip Jazz Cat/Tony Adamo
Step up, Man, get up, let me hip you to this/ a jazz cat who weaves words and sings/ People, It’s Giacomo Gates/
He’s the master of vocalese a hipster’s delight/ A storyteller with echoes of Buckley and Mark Murphey’s wise vocal flair/
his voice dances on stages as if floating on air/ Eddie Jefferson’s charm and Jon Hendricks’ grace/ when he opens up to sing/this jazz cat is full of swing/
captivating the crowd he swings a groove spell/ entertaining the masses in jazz clubs that know him well/
He’s amusing and musical/ a hipster so rare/Bebop is in his veins, Man, Giacomo Gates is out of the world and the next one too/ “Where did this cat come from?” Savant Records only knows/
with Bird’s solos beneath him and Giacomo’s melodic variation on words/ turning notes into scatting stories/ Gates be cookin’ the most/ so get hip to it and raise your hands high/ the Gospel of jazz will never die/ dig his jazz scene and let his lyrical journey make you high/ In a world full of noise/ Giacomo Gates is the voice you need, the hipster jazz cat who is somethin’ else, you’ll see, you’ll believe!
Categories:
hendricks, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word
For Richard Lamoureux's "Any line" contest.
Richard Seale-d Door's line: slammed shut are the doors in "A mind made up".
You told me before
slammed shut are the doors
when my love for you went astray
I got my comeuppance
he's worth not a tuppence
and rumor has it he's gay
Lest I've need of another
visit to me brother
sometime for a quick howdy-do
or longing for discourse
in code as of Morse
on the stealth oiled a hinge, p'haps two
Ah, found me a crack
Leech-a is back
my love for the other's dissipated
you smile goodly, warmly
longingly, lovingly
my return welcome and anticipated
Delysia Hendricks
Categories:
hendricks, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
*Comely n’ curvy
*Riddled wit’ scurvy
Good lord my oh me
She surly do be:
bawdy and bold
prancing and preening
shameful and shameless
spicy and spiteful
willful and witty
jaded and jammin’
funky and funny
Bitter with sweet
Sweet with sour
Knock me to my knees
Have mercy on me
the woman got know
the woman got show
the woman got soul…
For Delysia Hendricks
Categories:
hendricks, friend, funny,
Form: Light Verse
Limerick: Once a delicious hen fed on rice-sticks
for Delysia Hendricks, with many, many thanks
Once a delicious hen fed on rice-sticks
Loved gorging herself on limericks
She pecked on a sweet line
It turned all alkaline
Now chicken’s served with acid on bricks.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
hendricks, humorous,
Form: Limerick
A two-legged canvass
in crimsons and blues
dragons ginormous
and suchlike tattoos
Diamonds and rare gems
that shimmer and shine
flowers on long stems
with sleek strokes and lines
Exciting ones hid
in crannies and nooks
all that's forbid;
condemned by the Book
Exposed on the outside
pleasing to prudes
on out-of-sight hide
erotica and nudes
DELYSIA HENDRICKS
Categories:
hendricks, art, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
if it don't stand to attention,
i just thought i'd mention,
i slap it in the furrow to plow,
keep on a plowing, allowing intention,
just as long as it works anyhow,
things perhaps get hard,
snug cuddle bug card,
disturrbed and is a rising,
just keep playing the game,
it aint quite insane
the end result is surprising.
:re
THE VANISHING ORGAN
delysia hendricks
Don
Categories:
hendricks, adventure,
Form: Ballad
The ringmaster left
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.
No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all crooned to by boombox
and skateboard smack, or the concrete
slap of a mariachis’ feet.
The burnt bright white light shivers
to a Hendricks strum, and the caffeinated come
one by one hooked in to hook up,
to the juke boxes sixties twang.
Children play on Aztec snakes rising
from a soft foam of green with
mosaic skin and glass eyes
freed from the restrictions, the confines,
the confounded, gay, straight, bi, free
bleeding poetry.
Categories:
hendricks, adventure, art, childhood, family,
Form: Free verse
Reet peteet
go the feet
in Silk Shiny Stockings
toe tapping
knee slapping
Dizzy's beat with Hendricks' words ...
the Poet Laureate of Jazz, dear Jon.
Feel the funk
laid down by Monk
sway with Bird's Just Friends,
those sounds that sear
through time and heart strings.
You'll never hear
another era as
syncopated as that of the Duke.
Gone Miles away now
on a Col' Traine ....
(please don't go)
with only a few left to know
the Strange Fruit sung out of
Billie's soul
whether Strayhorn or Holiday
they've all gone away.
Categories:
hendricks, history
Form: Free verse
Sounds like Fats ....
Waller or Domino?
I don't know,
who do you want it to be?
Sounds like Bob ...
Marley or Dylan?
I ain't tellin,
who is it you're hearin'?
Sounds like Jimmy
Dorsey or Hendricks?
Whatever, the quick fix
is in my soul.
Sounds like country
soundin' like soul
soundin' like jazz
soundin' like reggae rappin' round
rock 'n roll.
Sounds like a drum in Nairobi.
Sounds like a horn from Sierra Leone
soundin' like they all had a beginning ...
Was I there?
Yes, thats what I feel
from another time, and you were there too
and thats why we do
tap our toe with whatever flows.
Sounds like Billy
Holiday or Strayhorn?
Doesn't matter, it all came
from the same ... Source.
Categories:
hendricks, history, music, time,
Form: Free verse
back when I was
young and stupid
I really wanted to be
a big famous rock star
just like Jim Morrison
or Jimi Hendricks
I would give anything
just for the chance to have
long hair and wear tight jeans
play Madison Square Gardens
and have hordes of pretty girls
throwing underwear at me
but now that I’m old and pathetic
I just can’t see myself with long hair
dressed in jeans and a leather jacket
holding onto an electric guitar and
threatening to throw a TV set
out of a hotel window
somehow the years
have caught up with me
and the sound of rock music
no longer drives me to madness
I’m terrified to even look at myself
for fear of seeing my parents
but as long as I’m alive
then there’s still a chance
to act crazy and get naked
just because I’m growing old
doesn’t mean I have to stop
being young and stupid
*Penned by
Scarecrow Joe
Categories:
hendricks, funny, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse