Long Ella Poems
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Sparkling snowflakes were falling around
Making a thick blanket on the ground
The lights on the Christmas trees
Twinkling brightly in the breeze
Carol singers sang a Christmas song
People around joined in the throng
Their lanterns casting a golden glow
Their shadows dancing in the snow
Two excited children were ready for bed
Having left food for the reindeer's and Santa to be fed
They’d left their stocking by the tree
Their eager eyes sparkled with glee
Hoping the stockings would be filled with gifts and toys
They put in their letter they’d been good girls and boys
Tommy had asked Santa for a shiny new bike
The red one in the shop was the one he would like
Ella asked for a new doll and a pram that was white
The thought of it made her eyes shine with delight
They sleepily climbed the stairs to their room
Through the curtains they saw the light of the moon
Soon they both were fast asleep
They slept so soundly there was not a peep
In the morning they bounced out of bed
Wondering if Santa and the reindeer's had been fed
Bits of straw and carrot peel lay on the hall floor
Their mouths dropped open in wonder and awe
The living room door was slightly ajar
Santa has visited on his trip from afar
Their stockings bulged with gifts and toys
Santa had kept his promise to these good girls and boys
11~23~14
Sang like a whippoorwill, up high on a hill
Played trumpet like Satchmo, with panache and skill
To watch that man tap-dance, gave even Gregory Hines a thrill
As Ella Fitzgerald told us, 'Sammy's pure talent' distilled
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Notes:
1. See 'The Birth of the Blues,' (movie) c. 1955, b & w,
to view Sammy's exceptional singing, trumpet
playing, and tap-dancing ability. (4:39 clip)
2 See 'Tap,' (movie clip) 1981, to view Gregory Hines,
a remarkable tapper himself, in awe of Sammy's
(and his friends') tap-dancing.
3 See clip of 'Ed Sullivan Show,' 1964, (3 minutes,
27 seconds) to see Ella introduce Sammy as 'pure
talent,' and then to view their incredible jazz singing.
That's not my elephant
for my elephant is
like me!
it takes only
rice and dal
and never looks at
spaghetti!
That's not my elephant
though Ella claims it
to be-
for my elephant
can sing and dance
and even writes
poetry!
That's not my elephant
for when the 2nd graders
came to see-
my elephant greeted them
and gave a speech on
morality!
That's not my elephant
I can tell you clearly-
she never fights for the
bill of rights
as she knows
it will anger me!
My request to all of you
send your elephants soon
to me-
my elephant will teach them
how to write a
poetry!
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Placement:None (January 2011)
Contest:That's not my elephant
Sponsor:Matt Calliri
By:kashinath karmakar(18th Dec.2010)
Good-bye – ¦¦¦¦ I am going,
Sudden? ¦¦¦¦¦ you are right.
But a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ truth came home to me
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦ force last night.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shall I tell you? –
Nay, that is why ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I am running away from the battlefield,
Turning my back on the foe.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ You think me cruel!
Have you not been most kind?
¦¦¦¦ when you question me like that,
What answer can I find?
You ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ failed to amuse me,
Your husband’s friend and guest,
¦¦¦¦ he bade you entertain and please –
¦¦¦¦¦ you have done your best.
Then, why, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ am I going?
A friend of mine abroad,
Whose theories I have been acting upon,
Has proven himself a fraud.
You have heard me quote from Plato
A thousand times ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ I have discovered he did not know
What he was talking about.
You think I am speaking strangely?
You cannot understand?
¦¦¦¦¦ let me look down into your eyes,
¦¦¦ let me take your hand.
I am running away from danger –
I am flying before I fall;
I am going ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ with heart and soul
I love you – that is all.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ no, you are white with anger.
I knew it would be so.
You should not question a man too close
When he tells you he must go.
(Blackout of Answered by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996)
In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night?
The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef
Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar
A tsunami of discord,
blew out the flame of a good old fashioned
And lipstick-stained stubbed ends forgot bruised anguish
A minor digress
Untainted melodies,
swung from a silhouette commissioned from a Nova
Calling humanity to bath in the melody of birdsong
Quenching dried remnants of bourbon with a perfect pitch
Of rare cut diamond chords and rip
Each instrument paused before the bar
As the voice tootled a trumpet sound
The lady knew how to blow that horn
Yet, no brass brushed against her lips
Then, silence waited in awe for the coveted scat
From the sui generis range of a regal gemstone
Where the constellations hold the original cut
With lulled echoes flowing to hit ‘rewind’
Nu-Jack Kerouac/Tony Adamo 2010
Miles, Monk, Bird, Dizzy Gillespie & Train
Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsburg, Mingus and the Duke/
Wrote Music books and poetry that had the power to change our musical written word/
They walked the walk baby and be-boped the talked/
Miles , Monk they dreamt in jazz time
(BRIDGE)
You got Ta be kool Nu-jack Kerouac
You got to be right with jack n’ jazz
You can see the light man it’s soo damn hip
To be where it’s at such a poet’s trip
Nine Miles of jazz blue’s
Jazz starts with a bite of kool
Turn around into a new sound/
You’ll be strutin’ the fellin’ baby/
Into a soul Funkin It’s a new thing
It’s somethin’ else man you know what I’m talkin bout/
Night trippin day dreamin’ Ohhh baby/
Let’s get down with it/
(Solo)
(BRIDGE)
You got Ta be kool Nu-jack Kerouac
You got ta be right with jack n’ jazz
You can see the light man it’s sooo damn hip
To be where it’s at such a poet’s trip
Nine Miles of jazz groove
Jazz starts with a bite of kool man all right
Let’s don’t forget Dex, the Pres, Ella, Sweet Pea/
They gave birth to a whole new school in a jazz o’ frame of mind/
That’s what I’m talkin bout/
You got Ta be kool Nu-jack Kerouac/Vamp out
From Tony Adamo’s Miles of Blu CD
Could I capture time?
Seasoned beyond my hands
While consciousness raved
Traumatized before graves
Till second breath was mine.
Twilight trumpet sound
Two were as gifts long lost
I perked from waking
Yet craved sober thinking
Grace and mercy were found.
Each dawn electric
Unconquerable fears
I had to dissolve
Oh, I've tasted being loved
My views were eclectic.
Dew, rest, and food
With harmony, I learned,
Fuels awakening
And passions nurturing
Those elevate one's mood.
Ella Fitzgerald's
Quiet voice in volume-
Her heaven sent songs,
Inspired all along
Sits snug in time's annals.
If I could I would
Summon more power
Quite with quietude
I'd carve myself anew
With blessings from our God.
And yet, I'm alive
Saner than yesteryear
Reflections' my friend
Showing foes with pretense
Shall we see eye to eye.
*
a broad tessitura
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Si, oh mi amante, a quien le gusta follarme.
Auh to as to this
might love keep us together
anything isCualquier otra cosa es inaceptable.
Mi your gaurdia Sin ser amado y sin recibir amor a cambio.
I sang a Canté una canción triste por tu falta de interés;
canté una canción triste porque no me querías;
mi anhelo parece indiferente.
Entonces reconsideraste tu naturaleza reservada
para ser mi amante, con un repentino interés.
Cariño, nunca me dejes;
que jamás nos separemos;
no me dejes con el corazón roto
No sé por qué
No sé por qué
Cariño, no sé por qué
Música, música
A ella le encanta la música
Me encanta la música contigo
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Una canción para una cantante con reputación.(feminine)
Una canción para un cantante con reputación.(masculine)
a foot bridge or culvert
Celestial Zodiac Jazz
In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers secrets of the universe/
Ella Fitzgerald, a Taurus, Grounded in the lush, rich earth, Her voice a tapestry of jazz scat gold, Singing truths that resonate, I don’t want to sing anything that doesn’t come real, A declaration, a manifesto, a love letter to authenticity/
So dig John Coltrane, the Libra sage, Balancing melodies on the scales into the night, Fifth House echoes through Jazz radio play, Astrological rhythms align, Jazz numerology speaks in syncopation, Every note, every chord a constellation/ a harmonic convergence into the jazz Horoscope being/ the huge vastness of cosmic music and the individual brilliance of the Universe’s soul jazz soul/
Horace Silver, the prophet of the zodiac, Riffing on astrological charts/ Tarot readings in a smoky bar/ Horace-Scope, the map of our souls, In his music, we find our destinies/
Capricorn Rising with Pullen and Rivers, A cosmic journey,
From the depths of the earth to the Zodiac heavens/ Are you hip to the jazz flow/
The jazz scene has many secrets and a lot untold/ Standard time meets the twist of the hipster's jazz meter, where rhythms collide and are as explosive as Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers balancing act in their artistry/
A $1,000 horn in a $5000 car, Driving fifty miles for a $50 gig/ man, what a flipped-out ride/ This is the Jazz life, the pulse, the passion/ the highs and lows of should I stay or go/ club owners who take months to pay you for a gig you did weeks ago/ Yo, It’s Passion over profit, Artistry takes hold— Say, bro, are you into the jazz scene no mater what unfolds/
Never play anything the same way twice, For in improvisation, we find our freedom Jazz dance/ In the spontaneous spark of creation, We are all stardust, Floating on the notes of our existence the way it ought to be/
In the grand ever-changing nature of our mighty universe, Where jazz meets the heavens not by chance/
Ya Need to Treat Me Better I'm Old But Not Dead Yet---
I don't need your pity;
I ate no OLD bitty;
Don't serve me no soup or smashed peas
I got this, child keep me a steak, these are my real teeth;
Turn down that T V, what's ya so close to for STOP yelling I CAN hear?
If ya ain't careful I'll slap yo face;
This stuff ya listen to today a disgrace
Give me Ella, Satchmo, or Della
And boy wha' your wearN pull thm pants up
I don't wanna see yo underwear
And girl when ya gonna comb that hair
Must be somethin bout bein old
Cause I look round me
THIS is all I'm told
This ole young world best go back and do what the good book said
Yes! I'M OLD CHILD BUT I'M NOT DEAD
Now git here at this table and pass me my toast and jam