Highlife Poems - Poems about Highlife

...JACKS AND THE BOOM BOOM ROOM HISTORY AND SPOKEN WORD Before the Boom Boom Room in San Francisco’s Fillmore District came to be, it was Jack’s. A poppin’ groove organ funk soul jazz club on Sutte......

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...NINE MILES OF BLUE By Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip spoken’ Word I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/ Beer, peanuts, dark smoke......

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...On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine. Starting from the South where the powerful Ashan......

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...On the coast of gold(Ghana) where ethnic cultures intertwines like glittering and colourful 'bonwire' kente A vibrant tapestry of diversity divine. Starting from the South where the powerful Ashan......

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...*Image of John Madden by Oakland News Now. John Madden RIP As an offensive linesman forms profession, Complimenting Raiders pro football coach, Relating coaching and playing no qu......

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...Drinking my hot coffee in the morning While drinking my coffee, looking at my wife Drinking my coffee, makes it goodmorning. As I sit there looking at the love of my life I sip my coffee, it......

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...I am.... An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela I am proud Masai Standing around manyattas......

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...A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn By the sky god from sifted appurtenances. Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity, Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums With piles, heaps of fi......

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...Beauty...to Teresa Brewster I see you in the rising sun In the glamour of it's setting You wander with the lonely butterfly sucking nectar from the open flowers in my heart's garden I hear your voi......

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...I wanted to write a poem About the Daffodil But when I tried to fit it In a form, it lost all its thrill I wanted to say how lovely Swaying upon the hill Dancing in the morning breeze Sporting her y......

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...Beauty walked straight into my life Opened blinded eyes to glory Everything now highlife Beauty touches this story With gentle soft scented breeze Even blue Morning Glory Beauty accompanies......

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...Bull Rider of Day and Night Sperm of Population, Home of Insomnia Place of Yellow Cabs and Nation's NASDAQ's Business Highlife, Loud, Crime City of making it Big: When I am there I am told that ......

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