sound of blues ripples on--
smokey tunes blowing hot
sizzling flamed mood...it's jazz!
sax notes intoxicate
swirling like coltraine's grind,
soulful trance whips my breath...
spice of night, weekend jives!
Once she was Pauroso now
she's Rinforzando.
Bisbigliando
:brusco, scordato
she must rehearse and study
to be an image of
perfection
Senza Spianato
and
Graevole Tratto
______________________________
It causes me to wish you near
to make promises
to seek the responsibility of
our togetherness
Then until some half witted
meddler to try to pry us apart
One who wishes to Love like me
and expel you from my heart
trodden the browning grass
that autumn then is near
to reassure you of my sincerity
I kiss you as you are near
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Pseudonyms
I changed the tone
completely distorting my sound
that he may never mock me again
Yet which he expected a Tenors tone
I bellowed a full bassy ensemble
of rhythmic jives
and quirks
Might he find me then
I shall be a Baritone
to counter act such intrugence
a countertenor perhaps
than he should
strain to be listened to!
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In your life, goodness has its best role,
You made being great looks really very cool,
Your success is cherished even by all fools,
Your kindness is used as an effective tool.
.
You are more pleasant than being a dreamboat,
Your smartness is even deeper than a sugarcoat,
Your goodness flows easily from coast to coast,
In the ocean of wisdom, your intelligence floats.
Your affectionate smile, is soothing to many hearts,
Your compassion is beyond the fill of carts,
Your comeliness is yet to have any copycat,
Your goodness comes at the drop of hats.
May God's blessings always be in your life,
May your life be full of exciting laughs,
May your haters' efforts do a swan dive,
May you life be full of melodious jives.
Cosmic Vibes and Self-Love Jives
Amid cosmic whispers, stars sync up tight,
Universe unfolds, a colossal setup, alright.
Galaxies kick back, in a groove so cool,
Like the cosmos saying, "Yo, embrace self-rule!"
In the cosmic quiet, a self-hug takes place,
Planets spin like they're in a cosmic embrace.
Nebulas bloom, hug the unknown so tight,
Self-love's on full display, blowing up the night.
Colors splatter the cosmic canvas, no cap,
Self-love legit, like a cosmic map.
In this vast space, a mirror does appear,
Reflecting love, kicking fear out of here.
Beyond the stars, deep within your core,
Self-love, making the universe adore.
In those silent beats, a cosmic dove,
Whispers the language of self-love.
a clear definite disregard
towards our relationship
your smirks and twitches
jives against our togetherness
it revivals all those worded commitments
centered around us as partnership
these happenings creates divisiveness
your aren't acting in the interest of
your spouse
then where does your loyalty lay
I am neither first or mention
in your concern
wanr her: warn her
my wife is a
cucumber farmer
Elle twerkait das un champ concombre
nous y travaillie pendant les etes
She said Wlatz let me dance!
would, that there were four of me
the ways that I could pleasure thee
each tentacle to tender tickle
fancied freckles, firm or fickle
one all-at-once massage, divine -
all hands on deck, in grand design
perceptive palms with petting jives
could raise a rash of ‘rotic hives
oh, goosebumps of the finest kind
quadrupled thus to blow your mind
four tens of fingers, fixed just SO
to warm the embers down below
mass touches placed with dermal love
bear moans from zones rare spoken of
pray how could one but NOT adore
a mate like me, (and mine) …
times FOUR?!?
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 16, 2023
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind. Albert Einstein
When whisperers are seen and colors are heard
The lullaby is green, and my nose is full of earwax
During quiet times, we look inside sans uttering a word
Dare to be quiet in the midst of the cacophony of backs
Rain or serenity cannot quell the throbbing soul
No attempt was made to clog the abyss with a rule
I've heard lulls and views, and tone is an ageless goal
In my mind, your idioms and visuals are chilly dews
As I rubbed my heart over yours, I felt pain in my views
Compassion was strong, whereas anger ruined hues
Striving to shine in solar flares, a suffering of a nerd
No words remain; odd jives sway if we talk cracks
Quiet screams while fear looms down the flagpole
Silence never stops shouting, delighting the muse
Written: March 31, 2023
1st place contest winner
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Quiet
Form: Fragmented rhyme
Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
old-timers tea dance-
everyone skip-jives
in slow-motion
My mind is moving and brewing towards improving/
The heart finds pathways stewing me to be nurturing/
Lives in this part bind fast ways of learning/
Strife in this heart grinds for days I’m deserving/
Brief is the restart of times that’ll be concerning/
Relief gives a depart from jives people may be concocting/
Believe it’s smart to stop and strive before any con locking/
He heaves pits apart through slop addicted prone docking/
Be free and forget dirt thrown or mishaps that have afflicted/
Bad bees sting everywhere deep, what are you a resident in?/
Can’t leave everything and everywhere or avoid feelings more sore/
Lent a reprieve and sent a report to raise noise ceilings for score/
Said I’d see if it’d be agreed to resort to a choice retort/
I need to retreat from the heap of defeat I used to call home peak/
Otherwise I’ll seep in defeat and be seated bleak not so unique/
I’d cover my eyes and ears with a fleet of apathy to keep/
I discovered all advice smart heeded to me I would be cheap and pay no attention/
Now uncovered is a nice, respectful style with more compassion to forgo tension
Springtime Rondeau
Winter bows to spring in gallantry
As rain laden clouds scurry ‘cross the skies
In a raucous rollicking rondeau,
A playful prance in heaven’s newborn blues,
As green fields of wheat swing and sway
In springtime’s lusty exhaled ballet;
Vernal mischief winks,
Not glancing back into numb hibernation,
Then jives in rhymes of rock and roll
With rowdy zephyr imps
In a feral festival of green shoots bursting out,
Freed from winter’s taunting domination,
While flowers blush in blooms of magical grace
And morning wears a floral cloak of joy
Lush with life in spring dances.
5-13-22
Contest: Brian Strand Premiere
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Ethereal calico cat has eighteen lives
Nine for other felines, but this kind jives
She is mystically, magically surreal,
Surviving much longer; it’s a calico deal.
Be optimistic rather than fatalistic.
Don't squander and be elated hedonistic.
Retain moving; only the obdurate survive.
Hand jives your way to contrive.
Slump or solidity must be omitted.
Wear awe mood when having moved.
Don't be shy in taking elitism.
Self-reliance is a wedge of realism.
Kind of Blue in Mood Indigo
Feelin’ kinda blue irony ~
Jazz harmony
In wailing rifs
Of blues mischief
Modal mood indigo moonlight
Jives at midnight ~
Juxtaposes
Notes with roses
Jeweled mood rhythmic expression
Of reflection -
Songs ingénue
In dusky blues
Inspired by the iconic jazz pieces Kind of Blue and Mood Indigo
7-23-21
Contest: Twelve Lines in Rhyme
Sponsor: Joseph May
Do Remember
Do Remember...
Gifts jiggle, just like laughter
Hidden in small places.
Ever after, means ever after!
We'll be fine... our chosen spaces.
Do Remember…
Girls never want a gift of soap
Instead… pile up hugs with mucho kisses!
Favorite perfumes, not on a rope.
Tickle time on my toes…2 + 5 never misses!
Do Remember…
Time rocks my boat..marry merry
Hissee fits...unacceptable day or night
Alone time always n-e-c-e-s-s-a-r-y!
Talking time, jives just right!
Do Remember…
Going far while keeping near
I won’t forget ..there’s date-day and tonight
Vows we championed..true and clear
You say, "I do." Me sez,"He's right!"
Do Remember…
Years ago our saga triggered
Onward through zigzagging ways
Unique freedom…for as we figured
Our fame... outlasting fathomed days.
Do Remember…
I respect our unknown destiny
Always you, who's hip-hip with me!
Confirm our road! What trajectory
True mates...true blue. We're WE!
July 2, 2021
Beneath the moon we share our lives
Upon benches, along the drives,
Like others have sat many times
Distant places, different climes,
For this is how a true love jives.
Couples hold hands and love survives
Exchanging stories while love thrives,
Listening to village church chimes
Beneath the moon.
A passing couple gives “high fives”
Playing music, the moon dives
Behind clouds, then it gently climbs,
I kiss her and think not a crime
To seal our love, our bliss-filled lives
Beneath the moon.
written June 26, 2021
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