Jive Poems - Poems about Jive

. i found hern yes I did ...

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The coffee mug that my ex-wife bought in London has come to America. Its printed message says, "Best Dad Ever." 30 years of morning coffee later hot Java clears sleep from a clogged throat. This day, I ponder on the merits on not being the worst dad ever. Luckily there are no mug logos that convey only partial truths....

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No jive - I'm alive. I'm five!...

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Bull-jive in the hood is where stories intertwine, Where truth and fables dance, reality does resign, A complex web of loaded words, the web of deceit, Where facts, fantasies, and twisted rhythms meet. Bull-jive’s an art of spin, the craft of what’s untrue, Cool cats bust sham grooves, with masterful review, With a mouth that’s slick, and sugary words so keen, Brothas...

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A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar sadly none of us could afford a car. Dropping a shilling in the snug juke box Haley and Elvis,then so unorthodox Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier no ballroom bacchanalia Skip,hip-hop style jive 50's music had come alive...

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You know the Old Lady who lived in a shoe, She led the Autumn Jive with Little Boy Blue, DJ Peter Piper looked suave and dapper, The Old Grand Duke of York, *MC and rapper The Trees of the forest turned up for the rave, The old Willow sporting a clean cut and shave, As they twirled gilded leaves in a...

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I love fashion and dancing with a passion I wear sparkly tops and shoes to match I dance with many men some are a real catch they lead the way and pull you in close we jive all night long music playing song after song I stop for a drink and to catch my breath we socialise and it feels the best!...

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Divin' Deep down there's guttural gurgles and burbles Jivin' in the respirator. I dive deeper, still deeper than I've ever been before. The seabed is littered with littoral lie-there's just layin' about, praying to be picked up by some swim-on-buy kid like me. It's a jalopy junk yard down there. Old shells long discarded by hermit crabs looking for joyrides in new digs and sporty convertible squats in...

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Was born back in nineteen-thirty-five That's nineteen, not eighteen or I wouldn't be alive I'd surely be long dead Didn't want you to be misled Through a Depression and a World War, still doing the jive...

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There is a bumble rumble off in the bramble ramble jumble with bees hovering as the sedum flowers crumble, flowers perched in fading colors reds and browns as summer welcomes winter to town and autumn begins to shut life down; the buzz feed hums in less quiet gatherings upon the petals of seedling jabberings ...

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Do annals violate incarnate divinity? Justifying a man’s inner repentance, Wisdom cannot cry from lips of insincerity, Yet what a sham, becomes this penance, If temple anointing flows through dross, And faithless arms is moved by pulse, Then what O man is the message of the cross? As madness reigns within these skulls. A separation of ties from mindless covenants, Blatant words from a...

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SCHEDULING ALLOWED FOR THOSE WHO WERE FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO MEET AND GREET A LEGEND SOMEONE WHO HAS TRANSMITTED THE LEVELS OF STARDOM. "SUMBODY YOU AIN'T SHAMED TO LOVE" IS WHAT SOME OF THE CROWD CHANTED" BACKSTAGE I HEARD THESE TWO GUYS TALKING. FIRST GUY... I SAW HIS YESTERDAY OR MAYBE THE DAY BEFORE SAID HE HAD SOME DOWN TIME HE...

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SHE SANG " I FOUND A FOOL" BEFORE SHE SANG " A WHORE'S PLADGUE" THEY LOVED IT WE SHE GAMED ON "THE HO'S AND THE EM' MONGAZ" WHEN SANG" STANKY FREAK" GUESS WHO POPED UP AS A SPECAIL GUEST? "BIG" RICHARD AND DA BALLA'S" THEY GOT DOWN NOOKIE, DOING SAMPLES AND SOCCI" PINK PANTS AND A BROKEN ZIPPA" SWEET SWEET PINKY RING THE HAND OF THE FAIREST ONE. SHE SWAPPED...

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I have lied Multiple times. I know we’ve all tried Not to tell lies. We all fail, You’ve lied too. So, what’s the deal? I’m sorry, are you?...

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Prepped to become political fixtures mirror practice would reflect their picture elite hand jive making signs first one taught was rock paper scissors. 9-30-17...

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