Long Bop Poems

_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
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I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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a force for good
(for john coltrane and ahmed obafemi
based on ‘trane’s treatment of ‘nature boy’)

“…I wanna be a force for good…”
		-John Coltrane
 
…there was a man…
a very brave, enchanted man…
and he spoke of many things…
peace...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this...

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Lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the stage/Ben Nola has sumptin 2 say/
 a page/ a stage/ two worlds were born from the seed of thought/
 One, etched in ink, a monument meticulously wrought/...

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Yes falling-down found rustling up-down shuffling-up slipping-down-
down up-down-and-up-and-again. Rolling-up-up-down-bobbling up-all-around-and-
down-again-around yes... again-and-again, yes-time, and-again... ! Skip-slip-slip skip 
skip-slipping up-rising-dropping down-slipping-up-drop-bop-bop-bop-again-slipping-up-
down-and again in-between the-cracks in-the-floor (h)and-fed to-the-gully-men slaves
peace-plays ((o))n the-minds-of everyone-as they-row, (((w)))hat-ever rugged cross... .

(G)rief-does...

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~ ""Love knows-
no division... an open-
decision adversity matters-not...  
Love seize-the-opportunity - "God's-
Heart - an open-playground-the-World;  
His-Grand Churchyard!"" 


""Empowered are those-who know-this; 
remain-willing... live to show-this-be-
honest...

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Fate in the hands of God always beholds-
a greater future I'm finding ... .

As its opportunity mirrors this ... .

His devotion for-all of us I believe
gently reflecting this ... .  Here-
in-the-tender-waters of-
this humble stream....

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Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more...

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The winds hands rush through the only standing blades; already scared and weak from the
dazed brains that trampled them. And where do these wandered heads bop up and down too?
gliding through cutting wind that only...

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Hey check this folks cause this I need to say. You see ever since I was born I've been having things my way. So maybe I've been Blessed from the beginning because ever since ...

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For this is not the end of this obscene occurrence,
nor is it the start, my dear guests.
Somewhere down the middle of this table 
you sit before me, with empty ice creams cones,
 curious as to...

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"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding. As-
its opportunity reflects this... His-
devotion for all of us I believe
honestly telling of this... . 

Here-in the reflection-
of the tender waters 
of-this humble-
stream....

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"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding.
As its opportunity reflects this... 
His devotion for all of us I believe
honestly telling of this... ." 


"Here-in the reflection-
of the tender waters 
of...

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toward thee spunky gal, 
     whose impregnation and debut appearance 
     way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),
 
     out...

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I was born in 1937 I'm nearly 83
I would still like the chance
For someone to dance with me
I put the radio on and sway around the room
Sometimes with my husband
But mostly with the broom
In the...

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Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone)
 Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/
 Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white wasn't the...

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I Miss Your LighT -BOOGIE-WOOGIE BOP-


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You call the police on my son 
You pull a knife, he has a gun 
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser 
I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up...

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JOE HENDERSON’S PROLIFIC OUTPUT AS EITHER A SIDEMAN OR LEADER/

IS SHEAR SONIC VELOCITY OF MUSIC COMING FROM HIS TENOR THINKIN' MIND/

NO HALF-STEPPIN HERE BRO/JOE’S INSIDE-OUTSIDE APPROACH GOT YOUR BACK TO EVERY SIDE HE PLAYED ON/
TO...

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Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold

    White clapboard...

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I tell it to you in confidence because I know
                         ...

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I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ

The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.

O  what you do.
You,
named JAZZ

As I rouse everyday to harmonious...

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‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’


Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! …...

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What you say to a cat what a cat thinks

I want to lick everything you look at everything there’s nothing over there for you that’s a bookshelf I know you think you could jump up...

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