excited dad and son
jazzed for vacation fun
drive up the winding road
see nature's grace bestowed
finding dreams and desire
burned by forest fire
Knew just what she wanted to say,
that’s what she steadfastly believed;
Jazzed to write this poet at play,
clever words with rhythm are weaved;
No longer with that spirit sleeved
ghost whispers change the narrative;
Prose brighter than you had conceived
free from the real world’s sedative.
An affectatious arsonist announced,
“Big buildings’ burning brilliance brightens best!”
casually cites conflagration counts,
darkly deals destruction, designer-dressed.
Extinguishing each edifice enflamed,
first-rate forensic findings frequent failed.
Grievous, grim goings, ‘geniously gamed;
Hurried happenings, hastily high-tailed.
Incendiary incidents ignite
jewel-filled junkets, jazzed jalopy jaunts.
Kindling’s kittling kiss: knave’s known kryptonite,
Lapping, leaping licks, luscious, lit lavants.
Madness! Marauding mercilessly more,
Nefarious, nursing next novel noir.
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kittle - birth, excitement
lavant - old English, stream
Bustling old fella dashing biddly bop by dressed to the nines
with briefcase stuffed under his arm equipped with fixed maniacal grin jabbering to himself while confirming his expressions
to an equally jazzed and jaunty westie he calls Ralph trailing exuberantly behind
let's me know that there are actually still some living beings out there
to learn from
Wind rips her veins from a lost crumbled soul
barren in meadows grown old
fixated
a proven path
a past
watching ice melt trickle
and all as well as it was
frozen within time
from heartbeats long ago
when words tumbled
seduced
from a golden chalice
eclipsed in an elixir of the sun
running off with the shadows
humming new found melodies
love blooming in the iris
life beaming abound
it was summer
as they did say
and she was know to wake at all hours
beheld in a bosom of bard
tunes we held tight
notes repeated in sultry serenade
smokey and cool
in a jazzed up funky way
day lit and the night burned
waxing the dripping moon
beheld in bones of those who bore forbearance
caressing a candor released
in the dark fortress of forbidden
a poem perhaps or not
we were to be
perchance set free
or forth
until all eternity
Crazy and sixty, Sam jazzed up his tone.
It’s Fat Tuesday, yet he is all alone.
Hat with feathers
Plaid not leathers
Boob flashers captured him on their I-phones.
Slaughtered animals
Now just meat
All jazzed up for a foodies tweet
Would rather view a life in form
than cuts of smuts to only mourn.
Audio pop
Sniff the notes
Smiley stereo the pop recordings
Rhythm and blues
Heart so jazzed up
Country western cowboys snooze
Passionate is the stereo recorder payola
Silent stenography
Turntable record player
A tap happy cassette
Transfers to 8-track tralalalala
This and a concert music
And masked voices
Symphony
12/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Just a stem pulled from honeysuckle's bloom, but
it's glistening passenger sparkles, like a tear
of joy on seeing an old love unexpectedly,
with a sweetness that's stirred once more.
Oh, such experiences newly cut old vinyl records,
and add indelible grooves to human souls.
I'm sure you knew that tear as well, transported
again for one brief moment to our lost garden,
(that felt like Eden reborn to young lovers),
buzzing impatiently, jazzed at real-life beginnings,
eternity found again in an unexpected shower, and
the smell of wet hair under a cloud-stained sky!
But the future caught up. And lost in its mist
you disappear again, a reticent rainbow,
a colorful promise that once touched solid ground.
Old forms wink out now like stars in new days light.
And yet this darkling world remains the one where
I once tasted the honeyed edges of your smile.
Brian Johnston
April 21, 2018
Jewel is largest orb,
Jazzed third bright in night sky,
Juts in fifth place from sun.
Joins name of Roman god.
Jam rules Sag and Pisces;
Jells expansion and grace,
Jives like a lucky star.
March 5, 2017
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Kim Merryman / Pleiades J
Decade of my birth
All Show and No Go,
Ankle biters were Almost Home,
Baby, Ball and Beach bunny,
Brewed bread as Boxes Burnt one,
Even the Bad pipes Bagged some food for the brain,
Chilled the Cat as Chrome dome Caught some rays,
A Chick's choice,
Clanked, the Cool head Crashed,
Daddy's car was a Deb's delight,
Funkier freaks invited Fuzz,
Hunks jazzed,
Spiffy Nifty tufted together,
Generation gap, but Rents would go with the flow,
Wiz kids never lost their Wig,
Paper shakers went out of sight,
Real people with Righteous Raps and tuning vibes,
Mod shades, Rockin' out,
Off the wall and Ultimate,
Zap! You ain't too cool,
What say !Those were the times!
Written June 25th, 2015
For Debbie's contest "Talk the talk and walk the walk"
Decade chosen- 1960s
Were
I
Jazzed
At every kerfuffle-
I shan't have the time to peer at the sky
Rubble around me and six inches deep
My only recourse ahh! triple mud pie!
Economy crumblin' Wall Streets a mess
No one will notice I've pickled the cress!
Breads in the oven yea! spiked with hashish
Just one bite congress
might pass some relief!
Tornadoes are twistin' earth shakes below
If memory serves me i'll conjure up snow
For more than five lifetimes, patience we've been
While line by line constitution has waned
Grab your water pistols- fill your balloons
Let's have a party
Make lawmakers swoon!
james marshall goff
08/31/13
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Death’s Bouquet
by Odin Roark
Graves give much,
Willing wafted memories ride
The raven’s wind.
Into other air
Where spirits claim dorsal view
Floating beside trumpets jazzed,
While barefoot chil’en
Walkin’ the early talk
Stomp blues drifting skyward
Clinging to cawing beaks
Echoing wisdom’s chorus .
Voices wale discordant grief
Beside caisson rolling through new dust
Atop cobbled history waiting
A preacher’s new launchpad.
Bellowing spirit made to wait
As chilling cloud churns music’s air
Into jasmine colored layering
For a child’s sketchpad of crayon
Skipping across hopscotch chalk
All
Hitchin’ up-drafts
Atop silky black feathers
Passing over death’s bouquet
The fragrant moment moving on
The moisture rose over the ocean
Millions of droplets merge in unison
They formed a cloud quite vast
Joining with the air they jazzed
Moving toward the land, curious
To see all the colors there, delirious
But when they arrived upon its plains
They heard the grass cry out in prayer
When the cloud hung right above
The cries changed to songs of love
You are the answer to our prayer, their song
We have longed for your waters for so long.
By CarolineCecile
© March 2012