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Sonny wrote a brand new Jazz Forever heavy page/
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Look
What is
the matter
With me
I'm not
Myself
my brain
Is scattered
it's splattered
Like a
shattered mirror
Anything
that's ever mattered
Has left
me here
To deal with
My own fear
I climb
the ladder
Because the
wheel won't steer
Please do
I go slow
Do I wait
right here
Please tell me
How high
does this go
I can't hang
on anymore
I feel myself slipping
Wake up
on the floor
I must be tripping
But
i'm not sure
I'm alert but
My concern
Is dispersed
That I'm sure
Is a lesson learned
In life ya
deal with love
And ya deal
with hurt
You think twice
About situations that
Might put
you in dirt
I'm not playin
Tables turnt
Ya ass
gets burnt
Cocaine white as
Kobane Kurt
Brains won't stay
When a 12 GA
Blow em up
Like fireworks
Drugs and booze
Sex and candy
Pirex and brandy
Are awful handy
When you
can't withstand it
Gotta gas up
and expand it
Cloud 9 can cram it
I'm on a different planet
No I'm not stranded
I'm just not standin
Medication granted
Sedated feelings roll
Over everything I've known
See I know
I've felt alone
I've seen the snow
The grass won't grow
If the weeds take over
Where the flowers go
Showers of hope
The Air smells of roses
The towers doors
Won't open
Theve permanently closed em
The wind is blowin
Storms like clothin
Like a scar that bust open
A volcanic eruption
Some days i can't even function
It's the drugs that
Seduct me
Time spins
I have no luck see
What gives
Maybe if I
Drift off then
I'll be ok
Do u know
can anybody
Show me the way
Because the
darkness is
Around the way
The lights
fading away
I'm so tired
of feeling
This way
day after day
Wired but
won't play
Inspired but
colors grey
Happy goes away
Then it begins to rain
Man
What happened to me
Where'd I run to
Been spun around
So much
Like a gun that's
Trigger is stuck
What the
is up
In my world
The sky is down
the ground
is up
Sounds profound
But it
astounds me like
I'm struck...
By a bolt
Of lightning
Something
so frighting
Can be
so inspiring
Snow can't be firey
So 6 ft below
Can't be a diary
Look
What is
the matter
With me
I'm not
Myself
my brain
Is scattered
it's splattered
Like a
shattered mirror
Anything
that's ever mattered
Has left
me here
To deal with
My own fear
I climb
the ladder
Because the
wheel won't steer
Please do
I go slow
Do I wait
right here
Please tell me
How high
does this go
I can't hang
on anymore
I feel myself slipping
Wake up
on the floor
I must be tripping
But
i'm not sure
I'm alert but
My concern
Is dispersed
That I'm sure
Is a lesson learned
In life ya
deal with love
And ya deal
with hurt
You think twice
About situations that
Might put
you in dirt
I'm not playin
Tables turnt
Ya ***
gets burnt
Cocaine white as
Kobane Kurt
Brains won't stay
When a 12 GA
Blow em up
Like fireworks
Drugs and booze
Sex and candy
Pirex and brandy
Are awful handy
When you
can't withstand it
Gotta gas up
and expand it
Cloud 9 can cram it
I'm on a different planet
No I'm not stranded
I'm just not standin
Medication granted
Sedated feelings roll
Over everything I've known
See I know
I've felt alone
I've seen the snow
The grass won't grow
If the weeds take over
Where the flowers go
Showers of hope
The Air smells of roses
The towers doors
Won't open
Theve permanently closed em
The wind is blowin
Storms like clothin
Like a scar that bust open
A volcanic eruption
Some days i can't even function
It's the drugs that
Seduct me
Time spins
I have no luck see
What gives
Maybe if I
Drift off then
I'll be ok
Do u know
can anybody
Show me the way
Because the
darkness is
Around the way
The lights
fading away
I'm so tired
of feeling
This way
day after day
Wired but
won't play
Inspired but
colors grey
Happy goes away
Then it begins to rain
Man
What happened to me
Where'd I run to
Been spun around
So much
Like a gun that's
Trigger is stuck
What the
is up
In my world
The sky is down
the ground
is up
Sounds profound
But it
astounds me like
I'm struck...
By a bolt
Of lightning
Something
so frighting
Can be
so inspiring
Snow can't be firey
So 6 ft below
Can't be a diary
MY WINTER
It is snowing in my heart, my heart
Wind is blowing can't stop it, stop
And I don't care about you
My mind eyes views are frozen
I've got a cold stone heart
I'm feelin bitter
In my winter
This solstice period got me stuck
My heart cellist like a snowdrift
Can't take anymore the cold sore
The pain in my brain like a freeze
Artic brezze blowin between my ears
I'm feelin bitter
In my winter
I'm so cold, yet I am bold, I'm told
This is my season, my reason
I'm cold emotions run frozen, so evil
Seems like things don't get better
My Winter
Snowflakes falling down on me
Emotional hemridging I will frezze
I can't believe the flakes in my eyes
Wet my eyes, the tears I cry cause I'm so mad
I'm feelin bitter
In my winter
I'm so cold, yet I am bold, I'm told
This is my season, my reason
I'm cold emotions run frozen, so evil
Seems like things don't get better
My Winter
RAP
I don't care bout' you, and or what U do
Heart is frozen like a tray of ice, frozen
I'm cold and infeact blizzard toward you
Don't care what you do
Yes' it's true I'm snowing on you
Snow stroming cold breathe and feet curling
Clapped lips wet cold socks
Heart so cold beats just won't melt
Don't care what ya do
I'm cold and infact flozen on you
And it's raining in here, my heart crying
35 below degrees tempertures fallin
God please tender my non beating heart
No longing beating cause it's frozen shut
Frozen in time stone cold hearted don't care bout yours, mine or others
Snowing now and I'm in bed with my hatred
Walkin so clumsy need to put my ice skates on
I'm just a winter storm of emotins
Rage on I'm calling for a snowplow to undig me from my blizzard mind
I'm cold
It's cold
I am sure, so cold
It's snowing in my heart
It's time for me to shovel away all this frozen snow in my chest
Keeping time attitudes covered by ice dropplets of rain frozaen again and again
My mind, my spirit and soul, covered up ice and snow
So cold
The is.......
My Winter
11/19/17
FOR CONTEST: My Winter
Sponsored by: VIV WIGLEY
Ever since I can
remember, goin
way back when, I've
looked for
something slightly
diff'rent in my
women friends,
intelligence and
plus the skills to go
hook up a steak,
the lady rollin 'round
with me can push a
little weight.
Not talkin Rick
Rozay, that kinda
weight can get you
10, to life as easily
as breathin, locked
up in the pen,
the weight I'm talkin
bout don't have a
point scale in
between, size 26 in
Big Girls World
physiques start
size 16.
A guy like me don't
sweat a woman's
stomach blowin up,
a treat when time to
eat I simply hold
the stomach up,
my nose needs
precious oxygen to
breathe it deep
inside, increase my
lung capacity
betweenst a big
girl's thighs.
The skinny chicks
are not for me, they
just don't do a
thing, in fact they
need potato salad
with some chicken
wings,
don't throw them
bones away half
eaten, go 'head, lick
em clean, and nap
out on the itis, put
some thickness in
those jeans.
No matter what
folks think or say I'll
make a big girl
glow, my dragon
was the last that
made her shine
from head to toe,
sho nuff there'll be
some opposition to
these ways I kick,
I'd treat the haters
like R. Kelly, they
can taste my rinse.
Enough with the
vulgarity cause I
won't miss my cue,
the big girls of this
planet, these are
words I spit for you,
to put it out that
Papa cares,
displayed with
proper flair, I'll grab
a white girl's goldie
locks so call me
Papa Bear.
Regardless of the
race or creed I'll win
the race indeed, my
big girls grab your
running shoes then
come and race with
me,
to lust filled nights
in hotel rooms,
there's always
vacancy, we'll run
like DMC forever in
the place to be.
I'm stuck inside a
world where all the
girls are large in life,
despite that 90s
movie I'll be livin
large tonight,
as easily as most
can prob'ly spin a
string of pearls, I'm
not ashamed to say
it, yes I live in Big
Girls World.
Look What is the matter With me I'm not Myself my brain Is scattered it's splattered Like a shattered mirror Anything that's ever mattered Has left me here To deal with My own fear I climb the ladder Because the wheel won't steer Please do I go slow Do I wait right here Please tell me How high does this go I can't hang on anymore I feel myself slipping Wake up on the floor I must be tripping But i'm not sure I'm alert but My concern Is dispersed That I'm sure Is a lesson learned In life ya deal with love And ya deal with hurt You think twice About situations that Might put you in dirt I'm not playin Tables turnt Ya *** gets burnt Cocaine white as Kobane Kurt Brains won't stay When a 12 GA Blow em up Like fireworks Drugs and booze Sex and candy Pirex and brandy Are awful handy When you can't withstand it Gotta gas up and expand it Cloud 9 can cram it I'm on a different planet No I'm not stranded I'm just not standin Medication granted Sedated feelings roll Over everything I've known See I know I've felt alone I've seen the snow The grass won't grow If the weeds take over Where the flowers go Showers of hope The Air smells of roses The towers doors Won't open Theve permanently closed em The wind is blowin Storms like clothin Like a scar that bust open A volcanic eruption Some days i can't even function It's the drugs that Seduct me Time spins I have no luck see What gives Maybe if I Drift off then I'll be ok Do u know can anybody Show me the way Because the darkness is Around the way The lights fading away I'm so tired of feeling This way day after day Wired but won't play Inspired but colors grey Happy goes away Then it begins to rain Man What happened to me Where'd I run to Been spun around So much Like a gun that's Trigger is stuck What the is up In my world The sky is down the ground is up Sounds profound But it astounds me like I'm struck... By a bolt Of lightning Something so frighting Can be so inspiring Snow can't be firey So 6 ft below Can't be a diary
Ever since I can remember, goin way back when, I've
looked for something slightly diff'rent in my women
friends,
intelligence and plus the skills to go hook up a
steak, the lady rollin 'round with me can push a little
weight.
Not talkin Ricky Ross, that kinda weight can get you
10, to life as easily as breathin, locked up in the pen,
the weight I'm talkin bout don't have a point scale in
between, size 26 in Big Girls World physiques start
size 16.
A guy like me don't sweat a woman's stomach
blowin up, a treat when time to eat I simply hold the
stomach up,
my nose needs precious oxygen to breathe it deep
inside, increase my lung capacity betweenst a big
girl's thighs.
The skinny chicks are not for me, they just don't do a
thing, in fact they need potato salad with some
chicken wings,
don't throw them bones away half eaten, go 'head,
lick em clean, and nap out on the itis, put some
thickness in those jeans.
No matter what folks think or say I'll make a big girl
glow, my dragon was the last that made her shine
from head to toe,
sho nuff there'll be some opposition to these ways I
kick, I'd treat the haters like R. Kelly, give em ALL a
rinse.
Enough with the vulgarity cause I won't miss my cue,
the big girls of this planet, these are words I spit for
you,
to put it out that Papa cares, displayed with proper
flair, I'll grab a white girl's golden locks so call me
Papa Bear.
Regardless of the race or creed I'll win the race
indeed, my big girls grab your running shoes then
come and race with me,
to lust filled nights in hotel rooms, there's always
vacancy, we'll run like DMC forever in the place to be.
I'm stuck inside a world where all the girls are large
in life, despite that 90s movie I'll be livin large tonight,
as easily as most can prob'ly spin a string of pearls,
I'm not ashamed to say it, yes I live in Big Girls World.
The wind is blowin
I see it move the leaves and braches on the trees;
The sun is shining
I feel the heat it's hot, just too hot to believe;
If I was ice I would be melting now;
If I were a tree my leaves were be leaving me;
there is something coming;
glowing
something coming now
blowing
growing
roaring like a lion
Whirling like a tide, like a mighty tornado
Oh, but I await a greater wind to come;
a greater wind to come inside of me;
He brings me keeping power;
brings me to my knees
brings me affirmances;
once I confess;
Oh, but I await a greater wind to come
I await the great and mighty storm
my storms are breaking
and my emotions running rapid;
open flood gates hope that I can swim;
I remember Noel when he told everyone it' gonna rain;
but no one listened. . . . .
see the rain coming
see the rain coming now
see the rain coming it's coming down from the clouds;
feel the wind blowing
feel the wind blowing;
blowing in my soul and I won't let it go;
the wind is blowing in my soul but I'm gonna walk now;
gonna stand still under the cloud;
gonna walk now standing firm and ever so proud;
I'll be within Jesus as He embraces me;
Holy comforter I kneel to receive it (you)
there's a better wind blowing;
there's a new day dawning
and I feel my breathe
I AM ALIVE
Bedtime came early on Christmas eve
"Ok girls", tucked in and kissed, "it's time."
Of course we couldn't sleep, no really big crime
we counted our wishes, and we really believed.
Next mornin we tried bein quite as a mouse
sneaked down to a dark room and a tree
kinda said together, "Oh my, oh me."
Course our squealin woke up the whole house.
Momma came down, turned the tree lights on
then dad stumbled in, wearin a Santa hat?
"Daddy, what the heck is that?"
"Oh Santa left it for me before he was gone."
We waited that year, for once tried behaving
but saw tags with other kids names,
felt puzzled, Ok this is some kinda game.
"No children your gifts are here, these are for saving."
Bundled up warm, "Momma where are we goin?"
Told, "Just wait, you will see soon, maybe it will give you a lift?"
The car was loaded with all of them mystery gifts
wind was howlin, snow was blowin.
Dad parked the car, we were all ushered inside
there was kids there, some cryin, some screamin
seemed no way they could be dreamin,
but when we brought in the gifts, there was no way to hide
the smiles on their faces lookin at tags,
each got a gift I'd long remember
it was the 25th day of that December
and each too were handed a bag
Just trinkets we saw, some of em ours?
Yowee we we're gonna ask a lotta questions
but on the way home we heard the suggestions
"You have much, they have nothing enjoyed in empty hours"
We remained quite on the ride, feelin left out
got some gifts we really enjoyed
games, dolls, some other toys
but less than what we thought Santa was about.
It was the year I started to think, is it dad, just not fat
and asked if they could rewrap all we got
go back to the shelter and give em the lot,
"Oh and dad, please wear yer Santa hat."
If we were both in Paris
We on different time zones
Always coming and goin
I’m on this lonely balcony
Cigar smoke blowin
I’m as lonely as Gatsby
Cloaked in white with blue
All the way down to my sox
Looking at the time on the clock
It’s awful lonely when does your ship dock
When does your flight land
When does your car port
Get out the flutes, Pop the cork
Roll out the red carpet,
Your outfit crème and sorbet
Deliciously clad in a dessert shade of sherbet
Make up perfect
You glided in floating
Amongst the stars
And I’m gloating
You finer than a miracle
You celestial, angel
Hot air balloon delivering
A cold piece descending
My face says it all no pretending
That’s when I awaken
From this dream
So real it all seems
The neighbors heard me scream
I miss you terribly
I’m just too embarrassed
This wouldn’t happen if we were both in Paris
I just had to ask
Didn’t want to come off crass
I think fast, on my feet and I outclass
The best of them and the rest of them
we give shade as we pass
I come baring gifts, not to harass
A one way trip outta here
Imagine if we were both in Paris
Staring at the Eiffel, surrounded by fine
Art, and fancy cuisine, can’t you feel the love in the air
Let’s get into a little espionage
Pull back the shades sleep in
It almost feels like a mirage
Love is my alibi
Passion is my disguise
If I’m captured head quarters will disavow any knowledge of my mission
Will you come to find me enlisting the foreign legion?
If there was any doubt whose kiss is sweeter
Sweeping me off my feet with a daring rescue
I found a keeper!
Together atop this most romantic of city views
from the highest peeks on top this terrace.
This fairytale could truly happen if we were both in Paris.