Hipsters Poems - Poems about Hipsters

...(Snapping fingers rhythmically) Vocalese with ease... yeah... moments… improv… Off the top, breath bubbling, a spontaneous combustion of sounds, to be boppin' the melody/ Jazz popping vocal notes o......

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...(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/ Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/ Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, ba......

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...Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/ East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/ ......

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...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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...Spoken warriors, with rhythm words as their sound swords/ A poetry slam where words and body language put the audience in a sweaty heap/ the spectrum of a creative sound off between spoken word poe......

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...My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails, Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple, Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons, Under the imp......

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...Memories I remember the coal fire Crackling and flickering Toasting bread as well as feet I remember the steam Train Huffing and puffing Steam and smoke engulfing us all I remember music......

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...Date: April 2051 End of the first week of April late morning. The Hakim Family was preparing For a quick exit. Desharah DJ Sashi Amadeus Amani and Jordan And Justin were in Desharah and......

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...You’re torn between two identities never knowing which way you should go You dream of being a big city but you're afraid to let yourself grow There’s some folks who want to be country other fo......

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...I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands. I felt like a slot machine whore. The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand I abandon my past at the shore. So, I shook off the sand, turned my ......

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...Juss two “Angelheaded hipsters” Dancin’ jazz riffs in da ring, Teachin’ Liston, teachin’ Rexroth, Teachin’ Dylan how to sing. Dey be baaad poets. Used to make da critics howl, Den pick da......

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...HUT Selling poetry without rhyme, without foot or head to be able to buy a hut in the moon ... PASTRY I sell 3 leather belt......

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...As the Dime Store sirens flared bolts of irradiated invite, my query was denied. Their pimp-striped pilots only moaned, their lust fueled by encapsulated stench carried only by ......

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...Zeitgeist Moon rock Media magnets Overlords Underlords Kings Queens Yee of means Purveyors of wealth Bankers Oligarchy Politicians Celebrities Hipsters Fashionista Dictator Police Ar......

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...(Being a song for misanthropes, or people who have just had a really bad day.) I hate the world and everyone in it, I hate the world and everyone here, I hate the world and everyone in it, I ha......

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