Jazz Band Poems - Poems about Jazz Band

...walking through life as as a black person, the world needs to understand we rock with a rhyme, we bop with a beat we jive like a jazz band we improvise on the fly we adapt to any situation ......

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...Back from the desert and loving it both the visit and the return. The powerful plane deiced in Chicago. Brittlebush, difficulty distinguishing acacia from ironwood. Mesquite, and plenty of palove......

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...People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. ......

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...It's a beautiful evening as we wait in line to board our boat Autumn is in the air we require a light coat The Mississippi River waters rejoice in the glowing moonlight We are greeted by the capta......

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...Different is Just Different He’s tall and muscular and sports a short gray beard. I see him every Sunday. Often, he stands near the church’s jazz band, moving in rhythm with the music. Maybe......

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...Smooth jazz playing on my car radio. Finding myself reluctantly bobbing my head along to the constant rhythm of the mild funk. Reminding me of long car rides with dad, and bei......

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...Sometimes late at night, I think of where they all went. For those left behind, my thoughts are now sent. Are the streets paved with gold, do they sparkle and shine? Can you still get a steak dinn......

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...Once there was a really tall, jolly fisherman Who had a slightly crooked nose, named Dan Dan, the ever-Jolly fisherman came from Japan And loved to show off his gigantic left hand that helped him......

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...insomniac thoughts I awoke this morning to find pure mayhem at hand The voices in my head, during the night Dripped out my ears like liquid seeds that grew like a weed these twisted evil things......

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...once i had footprints as tattoos the art was tasteless the seed was a hateful hoax once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle the gleam was unattractive the roots were unbalanced and ......

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...I think he comes from the Tangerine Sun, she said. I wondered about this, but she added his name was Tedd. He’s cool and suave, debonair, fancy, gloriously bright and keen. I think he’s a star of ......

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...Blue skies gives my imagination joy"s. The soaring of a plane to a new place. The Pandemic limits all of our toys. Early morning dew drops are in our face. Traveling with eyes only girls and bo......

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... I'll just step very softly, tip toe, on this blank page. My inner critic? fast asleep! Perhaps I'll tap dance, lightly, while he snores. For freedom has a jazz band beat ...so......

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...Surrounded by two rapid running shores a concrete chain of buildings fill the skies strong pungent scents compete with rapid scores of pulsing sounds and screeching, crowded cries iconoclastic be......

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...I love an old movie called "Some Like It Hot" Two guys from a jazz band, had witnessed a plot! Their lives might expire from gangster's gunfire They ran like the dickens without getting shot! ......

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