A jazzy moon I see before my eyes.
Born as a small ball, it alters in size.
Where does it rise from while I'm in deep sleep?
Do this moon and I have some norms to keep?
As a seed within the womb of the earth
Does the dream wait for due time for its birth?
The moon springs from the silvery gold sky.
Should it remain eternally on high?
I find the moon nowhere when I awake.
Mirage, like fog, is erased at daybreak.
My dream and I, indeed, dwell together.
We are the same in bright and dull weather.
Categories:
jazzy, dream, life,
Form: Rhyme
In the chilled embrace of house jazz, a living room playlist sweeps between speakers/
“Love to love you, baby,” the melody repeats/ whispers of love on a morning breeze as the samba beat rises/
voices echo softly, as the day heats up to a samba song/
we make love in the summer heat with no retreat/
an underground voice box sounds out to the house dancin' crowd/
twisting, turning, spinning tales, Rio De Janeiro calls, A beach party of jazzy crazy string bikinis in my dreams/
vibrant, alive, a music medicine supreme brings the funk into overdrive/
let it ride, as the vinyl set spins, cozy late-night vibes awaken, from DJ Sunset House/
he is jumpin’ on the groove with his chilled Lofi punky sets/
A wizard behind the turn tables, Mr. Electronic, a maestro of wicked simplicity wrapped in a culture of midnight play/
soul jazz chillaling, the midnight shows with all Its bling/
Categories:
jazzy, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word
Lovely white is covering the day.
Brightness enters in the life.
Snow is here, like a crystal tray.
Pure joy as childish laugh,
Glossy silver trees
And fresher air spreads over the city.
Snow is here, freeze,
Silver lights are dancing in the rhythm.
Winter brings as clear wisdom,
End of year is approaching soon.
Frank Sinatra song flows from the window
And the mood is touching right the moon.
Shining holidays are just in front the doors.
Jazz is smoothly reaching to the hearts.
Silver star is deeper Christmas core.
Smiles are here, snowflakes marks
The glossy silver time,
Snow is dancing in a rhyme...
Categories:
jazzy, christmas, love,
Form: Rhyme
I am circulating my anticipating
Foot ached fever broke bout' ta step out
Not out of my vessel, yet my voice is in session
My lungs, frontal lobe, feet and legs wanna dance
FOOT LOOSE
CUTING UP, SHIFTING FROM SLIDE TO SIDE
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Step fast come on jazzy
Step up, step in, step out, come to come through
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Happen stance, I gotta dance
Step on, step off
I carry the thought
Of what's up
To the form of getting down
How long can I be found singing
just, just, just jazz
Fast step
What a trip
Must insist you enlist come bro, come on sis
when I sing, you gonna dance
When I move ya wanna dance
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
FAST STEP come on JAZZY
8/24/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
Categories:
jazzy, analogy, appreciation, blessing, dance,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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catilever
the perfect wall
ode to stones
ode to stones!
best before tomorrow
best to do right now
aint no time
like the present
we can off with a WOW!
don't worry yourself
over ah-we-ah's
when the ooh wee's
makes's the point
crooning about something
that aint love
maybe the composer missed
their point
ooh be dee Do-wow do wow!
scat- dew-be do wow: do wow!
Kiss me in the moring
just love me the night before!
get it right
here come ah storm
we'll snuggle in
nice and warm
Categories:
jazzy, analogy, celebrity, dance, fashion,
Form: Bio
The versatile jazzy rhythm went boom boom bah bing
We were dancing happily with a zany
Zingily zing
In the French quarter of New Orleans
Pretending we were voodoo queens
Categories:
jazzy, music,
Form: Free verse
Jazzy Frog sang the blues better than other ones in the bog
I wish I had that kind of voice said a bellowing bull frog.
All you need is love for a beat, and an ear for razz-a-ma-taz
Said the musical frog, whose friends all called him Mr. Jazz
Categories:
jazzy, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Some neighborhoods have to have your color pallet approved.
You can have gray, tan or light beige, but no snazzy colors that moved.
Oranges and reds are frowned on, and purples are put in a sad place.
To mention the word emerald would be more than a major disgrace.
These houses look the same in a sea full of ordinary and bland.
I never want to live in one of them said my aunt Ring-a-Mor-And.
Ring-a-Mor-And bought land outside the socialized city.
She wanted to fix her house up in rainbow colors, extremely pretty.
The gray and tan house owners get in their cars and run out to take looks.
I see their sad faces, and feel sorry for them in their plain little ugly sad nooks.
Ring-a-Mor-And’s house is glitzy and spritzy, and ritzy, and brings glee to me.
To thousands if the parade of cars is an indicator said my Cousin Bree.
Categories:
jazzy, house,
Form: Rhyme
Jazzy Cat was playing the beatnik cat blues.
He has lost so much, what else does he have to lose?
There were many comments, about his granny glasses’ hues.
Straight out of the sixties, he was yesterday’s news.
Categories:
jazzy, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Snazzy Jazzy world of dragon of Ghoul
Gold red and Green twirling scales in whirlpool
We ran out of the way
Of his fierce fire today
He is now sixth grade student at our school
Categories:
jazzy, 6th grade,
Form: Limerick
Left to their own improvisation
They swirl around each other
In search of the perfect melody
One they'll be in sync with every sway
A rhythm so smooth and soothing
Love the main instrument of their music
A finely tuned sax creating luscious sensations,
Echoing in every fiber of their musical being
Occasionally trading-off, to listen to each other's beats
Quietly going on wild adventures of call and response
Albeit, they always find their way back to the melody
Affectionately falling into a silent contrapuntal rhythm
The jazzy hearts dance to the music of love.
Categories:
jazzy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Painting the horizon of heaven
bet you blue is there
as you travel by plane through air
while you sink within your drink
blue is in the mix
so your throat is cool
your head has a fix
brown and mellow in your seat
comfortable in your blue jeans
you think of your destination
blue rules the invocations
beat of the jazzy band
oceans making love to sands
somber eulogy dear ones passed
like the old Chevy Nova
that use to leak gas
first time you held baby boy
last minute of a sensual joy
the music that travels in your moods
composing the essence of
the house of blues.
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Categories:
jazzy, baby, blue, boy, drink,
Form: Rhyme
She smiles and laughs with delight
When daddy squeezes her so tight
Excitement glows upon her face
Expressing pleasure at his embrace
This world is her happy place
Joyous enthusiasm she doesn't lack
Autism doesn't hold her back
Zany antics but words are few
Zeal for exploring all that's new
You are the light we wish for you
April 20, 2021
To my amazing granddaughter with love.
Categories:
jazzy, dad, daughter, for her,
Form: Acrostic
jazzy jezebel Jerry jabbered generously
in a jury-loving jerk-water town.
Her jimdandy jiggery-pokery jingling
in a jokingly jolly way, at her joyless jobsite,
jiggling jealous jobbers into a juicy jeopardy.
Categories:
jazzy, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Alliteration
There was a tantalizing grizzly bear
Who had a sparkling glow and rainbow hair
It was really difficult not to stare
For she was jazzier than the state fair
No one dressed like her except on a dare
She had two make up stations in her lair
Some thought she should wear earrings by the pair
Her ensembles were always pretty rare
Some demanded feathered boas she should share
She said no for she would feel quite bare
I know that you do not truly care
But grizzly bear stuck her nose in the air
Categories:
jazzy, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
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