Long Congas Poems

A Party Line                                ...

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I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos 
And congas on mom’s pots and pans


Every time my parents would go...

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So the day did come...
And all business we were...
Listening that day,
To local bands, and out "PR"

We got to go on about eight...
Seemed to us,
Mercifully late...
We'd told all our (my) friends
to just show up...
We'd jam if...

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In Hip City/Tony Adamo
where rhythms collide, and no jive is spoken/
Guru laid down the truth, a fusion of jazz and rap/ no holds barred streetwise rap talk/ Just as Herbie’s touch on keys/ his Headhunters...

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Starring at him from across the room 
All shades of brown were in his eyes 
With my figure glowing in the moon it was no surprise he didn't notice me 
My flowing dress was catching...

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Latin sound, Latín Sound 
Latin all around 
and upside down 
I search for you inside of me
a Nuyorican's destiny

The beat and rhythm, 
Is it in my blood? 
This Salsa is too spicy for me
The language...

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DANCE

Daily he watched her
a vigil of desire masked
by the suit, by the business
demeanor of the corporate 
nineties, a faint tambourine
tingling the spine, kindling
a rhythm at the edge of
the mind
Daily he watched her
walking at lunch hour,...

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Danse Macabre

Twin Old Glorys jitterbug above the hoods as silent heralds; the motorcade 
congas three-abreast along the Stemmons Freeway sleek in shiny chrome.
Long honks and short beeps unite in harmonious homage 
to the office that...

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Please don’t get it twisted or take it wrong
I could be that one
You deserve that, you deserve me 
But you hold back your love from me
Even going as far as hurting me.
Pretending like you don’t...

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NO FLEXIN/ Word and Art/Tony Adamo
Iconic slick rhymes/
trumpet beats sampled/
Latin soul grooves on Bronx Street/
No flexin’, just real 90's rap/
Hip hop flows into jazz spoken word soul/
jazz whispers into Afrobeats ear/
a political word from Angela...

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Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Dance your Salsa
Dance your Merenque
Dance your history
Of conquest and survival
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Debajo de las Palmas
En sue colored brillantes
Against the clear white sand
In broad flowing skirts
Filled with freedom and life
Singing loud, Musica...

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Maim the drums of Truth
And sear callous palms
To beat the congas of Lie:
Yet, Truth will make its sound

Tear; mutilate the psalms of Truth
And renew the muse of the bards
To publish the proverbs of Lie:
Still, Truth...

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Monkey loves to crack the coconut,
crack de coconut wide open wide
Monkey loves to drink from the coconut cup,
all de milky white delicious juice inside
Sister monkey see what brother monkey do,
she grabs a big rock, and...

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"In a Silent Way"
The blackness screams;
The light is a mime;

How is it that my mind dreams;
Of those audios, things;
 Just aren’t real folded ears;
Music plays dissipates;
Trumpet cries out
Tri tat tra tat tat tat toot
What’s the...

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Yes…feel me, temper my insanity, 
hold my fleshed  passion as I connect
with an audience to share how a night
devours monsters at the seams.
And yet, this refrain loses as the final poll
excludes my name. Why...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Dancing In The Round 
Edit by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  January/2016


I hear 
the sound 
of

Africa's drums 

calling me
to
dance,

in
the round.

Drums -

Congas, Djembe's 
and
Ethnic drums,

sounding abound

upon

the 
circle of fire,

In
the round

where...

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