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Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part Two
Martin Luther King creating a path to dessimate discrimination
An angel earning his wings from an epiphany of prophetic elation
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald sing while learning a litany of biblical quotations
Acknowledging what the accomplished man can bring to the depth of your insight and notations
Reflection on the history of mankind and the human race
Detection of the mystery of the refined acquisition of Heavenly Grace
Invention of the symphony that defined its own musical place
Prevention of the epiphany in the name of the legitimate corruption that we all must face
Culture and thought, revolution and resistance
Vultures distraught at the economic powers inability to accept difference
Subcultures contort beneath the robotic clandestine inference
As agriculture evades the poisonous attempts to regain universal prominence
Can you remain content to wipe the tears from a broken child’s eyes?
Will you refrain to vent when confronted with the fears of a vulnerable persons cries?
Will you remain content and resolute when presented with categorical lies?
Can you see through a charlottan selling snake oil and prevent him from orchestrating further demise?
Stand tall among the uncertainty and the acrimony and defeat
Create a call for continuity as the less evolved struggle to compete
Lauren Bacall and her comical purity as her timing is complete
Lucifers fall from heaven that remains spiritually almost now obsolete
As the heightened notions of virtue overcome the notions of hell
And the frightened invocations of servitude become commotions for the brave to tell
While the enlightened devotions of gratitude arise from the men who initially fell
The power rises above the certitude of any humanly epiphany or spell
Embrace the new creations of progressive thought in actions
Face the few negative connotations of suggestive criticism of your exactions
Replace the two imitations of corrective empiricism of your protractions
Disgrace the blue intonations of all defective invitations to celebrate protective lyricism that requires astute observations
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
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/
#A GIFT...AN UPLIFT! A GLORIOUS SHIFT OCCURS WHEN HAVING BEEN PRIVY TO AN OUTSTANDING SINGER! THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, YOUR HEART FEELS A GLOW...
BECAUSE A SINGER HAS MOVED YOU SO...
"A SINGER HAS M O V E D YOU SO! ! !"
ALLOW ME TO SHOW, AS FOLLOWS...
THE GREAT MR. LUTHER VANDROSS
{ONE AND ONLY, MOST DEFINITELY* SOLELY!}
QUEEN VOICE: WHITNEY HOUSTON
THE DIVINE MS. SARAH VAUGHAN
AL JARRAEU - MORNIN', DISTRICTED, BLUE SKIES
GLADYS KNIGHT
OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN
PHYLLIS HYMAN
KAREN CARPENTER
TEDDY PENDERGRASS, SHARON TATE AND
HAROLD MELVIN
AMY WINEHOUSE - "LOVE IS A LOSING GAME"
SEAL, CHRIS ISAAK, TOM JONES
BROOK BENTON, DAVID RUFFIN, LOU RAWLS
BING CROSBY, FRANK SINATRA AND ELLA FITZGERALD
LEN CARIOU - "PRETTY WOMEN"
ANITA BAKER, REGINA BELL AND CHAKA KHAN
STEVIE WONDER, TONI TENNILLE, LUKE EVANS,
MARVIN GAYE, ADAM LAMBERT AND
RUSSELL THOMPKINS JR.
ANGELA WINBUSH - "ANGEL"
JOHNNY CASH, K.D. LANG AND
FREDDIE MERCURY
SARA BAREILLES - "SMILE"
NANCY WILSON, BARBARA STREISAND AND
SARAH VAUGHAN
JOHN DENVER, JOSE FELICIANO, AND
JOHNNIE WILDER, JR.
NAT KING COLE, BARRY WHITE AND
ISAAC HAYES
LEON THOMAS - "SUNFLOWER"
MINNIE RIPPERTON, DORIS DAY, AND
TEENA MARIE
CELINE DION, LUCIANO PAVAROTTI, AND
PUTRI ARIANI
STEVE PERRY, LABI SAFFRI AND
ROBERTA FLACK
THE GREAT DONNY HATHAWAY
THIS WAS ONLY TO NAME "A FEW"
WHO'S MISSION BLEW US AWAY...
MADE OUR SOUL SWAY, WITH A MEMORABLE TAKEAWAY! IT'S THOSE UNFORGETTABLE, INCREDIBLE NOTES SUNG IN SUCH A WAY, FROM THEIR SIGNATURE INLAY...
"FROM THEIR S I G N A T U R E IN-LAY ! ! !"
THEIR GIFT, OUR UPLIFT, WHAT'S MORE PURE? NOTHING SHORT OF THAT, THAT'S FOR SURE!
WOW!!! WHAT MEMORIES....
SUCH EVOKING OF OUR SENTIMENTS AND SENSORY...
WHEN A VOICE WAS CREATED TO REMEDY! ! !
"THANKS SO VERY MUCH...ELLA! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} September 12, 2023#
She turns me around
Forty years ago
At High School graduation
And she says…
Something I can’t remember
It was probably something like,
‘Well, lookit that!’ or
‘Boy, Howdy!’ or
Some such encouragement
And… though I cannot remember it
Now, I would not part with it
For all the treasures riding
In all the ships on the sea
Music!
She gave me music!
Wagner and Mendelssohn
Beethoven and Duke
Ella Fitzgerald and Leontyne Price
But never the other stuff
Which she called ‘that crap’…
We could laugh
When my dad got angry
He was so ridiculous
Beating the air with his fists
But when MOM got angry
The house went still
Everyone like rabbits hoping to blend in
Once I said a certain word
And she slapped me so hard
That my ears rang for three days
She wasn’t going to take
Any LIP from her children
And ESPECIALLY not THAT… WORD…
Now she is on medication
That makes her loopy
Just a month after I finished
Reading her Harry Potter
With all of the voices
And it looked as though
Her cognition was improving
But her bones are soft
And her spine
It’s a good strong spine I can tell you
Is cracked in two places
She is not a candidate for surgery
So broken it will remain
Unless it heals by itself
I believe in the power of Prayer
So a heart condition
Two strokes
And a Chronic Obstructive
Pulmonary Condition
And a broken back
Are not beyond healing
Human minds though respond sometimes
Only to math
And the math
They say
Only adds up one way
But I prefer art
Which my mother gave me
And which is subject
To interpretation
Maybe this
And
Maybe that
On her last day on earth
My brother says
He will ask
Do you want to talk
About your plan?
And
He says
She will say
Why on earth would I want
To do that?
I am not going anywhere…
Coltrane with Giant Steps coming downstairs, feeling A Love Supreme after two weeks
King going up the mountain and dreaming as he speaks
Miles said, So What... Kind of Blue
Malcolm, By Any Means Necessary, sees it through
Michael, a Dancing Machine, getting Off the Wall for a Thriller
Ali's Rope-a-Dope and Thrilla in Manila
Hank hammering the big 715
Prince's Sign O' the Times in Purple Rain seems
Your work is yours, so get on up and complete your earthly chores
Hansberry's Raisin in the Sun
Madame Walker with her pellucid vision
Aretha's Respect of a Natural Woman
Maya poetically teaches about a Phenomenal Woman
Claudette Colvin on the bus refusing to stand
Angela Davis' incessant fight for the civil rights of "Hue-Man."
Zora Neale Hurston saw "Their Eyes Were Watching God."
"Ella Fitzgerald Sings The Cole Porter Song Book" is no slipshod
Your work is yours; get on up now and complete your earthly chores
Dr. Sebi confidently professes the essence of sea moss
Dr. Cress-Welsing released 'The Isis Papers' like a queen boss
Mae Jemison is traveling into outer space
Wendell Scott blazed through NASCAR without a trace
Ooooooh! When I say your work is yours...
You'd better be getting up and completing your earthly chores
He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers
Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the sidewalks
Before he the doors
Sounds like a lot of work
But he enjoys it everyday
It’s the cotton club
With great jazz music every day
In this boarded up building
On 142nd street and Lenox Avenue
In the central of Harlem
His dreams has come true
In a sense it was segregated
White folks patron the establishment
And the black performers
The will provide the entertainment
And he heard the best musicians
The likes of Duke Ellington, cab Callaway
Nat king Cole, Ella Fitzgerald, count Basie
Josephine baker, mea west, Billie holiday
Some of the great performers he seen
Many comes from all over everyday
The cotton club is renowned worldwide
It’s where the best black musicians play
He thinks he is truly bless
And in his heart it’s what he felt
For just a poor Harlem boy
The music is the soul of his wealth
He remember it like yesterday
But it was 5o years ago
As he passes by the cotton club
He can still hear the music inside the door
He sits in the park watching his grandkids
As they play in a yellow plastic sub
And his mind wonders back as a kid
In the Harlem cotton club
A few nights before Christmas
all was quiet in the apartment
except for a few ghosts milling about in it
Before I went to bed
to rest my head
I thought of the words of a friend
who once said
You are not out of your mind
dreaming you are wide awake
not in your body but another fourth dimension
to your self please be kind
In the middle of the night
came a demanding knock
like Ebenezer Scrooge I was in a fright
Could it be just the wind
or a piece of undigested fruitcake
Could it be just my imagination
or could it be my very end
Not knowing what to do in the situation
I find myself walking in my living room
furniture was missing and the feeling was ghostly white
dead Aunt singing like Ella Fitzgerald in syncopation
The dead are here
The dead are real
Do not be afraid
The dead are on the other side-there
To the front door I went
with much anticipation
to the front portal I went
with much exasperation
But next an orange- red morning sky
the sun has risen to my surprise
in the same living room now bathe in light adorn
like a Christmas greeting card
was left on the floor a picture of me
which was not there the night before
The Kennedy Center is known to the world
For honoring those in the arts –
From Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Astaire,
Whose talents top all of the charts.
Sinatra, Gene Kelly, L. Bernstein, Kazan
And Benny and Lena and Merce,
Ray Charles, Lucille Ball, Isaac Stern and George Burns,
The list both profound and diverse.
Belafonte and Ailey and Hepburn and Peck,
Gillespie and Sondheim, the Who;
Aretha and Dylan and Kander and Ebb,
Judith Jamison, Chuck Berry, too.
Baryshnikov, Quincy, Paul Simon and Cash,
Warren Beatty, James Taylor and Cher;
Tina Turner and Spielberg and Barbra and Tharp,
Yo Yo Ma, Dustin Hoffman – all there.
Al Pacino and Elton, De Niro and Streep,
Lily Tomlin, Santana and Sting;
LL Cool J and Reba and Joni, Mel Brooks,
Lionel, Dick Van Dyke, Carole King.
There are more I’ve not mentioned, but going ahead,
It is going to be quite a shock
When the Kennedy Center will honor, perhaps,
Village People or maybe Kid Rock.
Oh, I fear for this country in so many ways
And it feels we’ve been stabbed in our hearts
With the Kennedy Center now being run
By a man with no stake in the arts.
As I dusted off an old jazz LP
A musical genie appeared to me
With seven notes in his hand
And a wish for each one
So I wished to see some singers and bands
Then I traveled back in time
On a C note
To hear the great jazz bands of old
My first stop was with the Count
Count Basie caressed the piano
As the saxophone turned out gold
The bass guitar was strumming away
And I listened to Billie Holiday
As she sang 'Blue Moon'
I then hitched a ride on a D note
And that took me to see the Duke
As I watched him tickle the ivories
I was taken for a ride on the A train
Where I heard him play Moon River
I left the train on an E note
To see Ella Fitzgerald sing
I did not want to depart
Until she sang "Cry you out of my heart"
Then a G note took me away
So I could hear Nina Simone play
I still had a few notes to spare
As Nina sang "My baby don't care.......
Before I left, I wanted to see one last show
So the B note took me to see Louie Satchmo
With his trumpet blaring
To "When the saints go marching in"
It was a great musical affair
And I rode home on the melodic notes
of the great trumpeteer
BY STREET CRIES
READING BOOKS TO THE SOUNDS OF JAZZ
ABSORBING TUNES TO A HYPNOTIC PAST
WHERE HORNS ARE BLOWN AND KEYS PLAYED
AT JUST THE RIGHT TONE
ITS A SOULFULL VIBE THAT CREATS A RELAXING
ZONE
PROVIDING THE LATE GREAT DUKE ELLITON A
PLACE TO CALL HOME
MILLES DAVIS RELEASES RHYTHM EQUAL TO A
HORMONIC CELL PHONE
THE LOVELY ELLA FITZGERALD VOICE IS MORE THAN
WELL KNOWN
NATKING COLE SINGS UNFORGETTABLE SONGS THAT
MAKES MONIALISA DREAM
BY ALL MEANS
SPENDING SUMMER TIME IN STORMY WEATHER
BROUGHT YOU AND BILLE HOLIDAY CLOSER TOGETHER
HOWEVER
NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG AUTUMN IN NEW YORK
LAST LIKE LOUIE ARMSTRONG
AS I CONTINUE ON
CHARLIE PARKER DISPLAYS LOVE FOR SALE THROUGH
HIS SAXOPHONE
LEAVING A HOT HOUSE OF HUNGRY KISSES FROM
GENTLEMAN TO MISSES
EQUAL TRUE WISHES
THESE ARE CHARACTERISTICS OF THE AMBITIOUS
LEAVING LISTENERS SPIRITS UPLIFTED
WITH TALENTS THAT SAY UNRESTRICTED
BLESSING THE WORLD THEY VISIT WITH THE TIME
THAT WAS GIVEN