Long Grammy Poems
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praying for inspiration
grandpa comes through
reminds him of the good old days
when you just played for fun
praying for inspiration
grandma tiptoes past
recognizing her husband
in her favorite grandson
praying for inspiration
his girlfriend understands
does not bother him
begins cooking with grandma
praying for inspiration
Jesus gives him a nod
You are one of my chosen
Go for it! He tells him
praying for inspiration
his muse flitters past
he reaches out and grabs her
she shrieks with delight
praying for inspiration
works every time
he writes another best-selling song
wins a Grammy, and has his spirit guides to thank.
At 10,911 meters beneath the Pacific veil,
where no submarine dares dream,
I descended into the throat of Earth—
into the trench men call Mariana,
but spirits call Theotokos.
There, the water was not water—
it was glass that hummed.
The ocean floor rose like a palace,
built of crystal bones and music stones—
a cathedral of sound and secrets.
They called it the House of Fire Music.
Inside, stood the immortalized—
Beyoncé, her aura a flicker of gold.
Jay-Z, carved from thunder and code.
Janet Jackson, wrapped in the rhythm of moons.
Dolly Parton, humming in divine frequencies.
Elvis shimmered at the corner, whispering hymns
of forgotten chords.
And then, the Beings arrived—
not gods, not angels—
but the composers behind the composers.
They stood clad in scarlet and amethyst,
eyes like suns behind veils of silk.
“We are the architects of your sound,” they said.
“Every chart hit, every sold-out stage,
begins not in your world, but here.”
A ritual began.
Each musician was summoned
to offer a letter of the alphabet.
Beyoncé stepped forward. Her voice—clear, defiant:
“I give you the letter S.”
The beings replied:
“Then we give you Single Ladies.
Take it. Sing it. The world will move.”
And so it was.
Kanye West knelt, offering P.
They gave him Power.
Lady Gaga whispered B,
and was handed Born This Way.
Freddie Mercury had once been here—
and took Bohemian Rhapsody
from their marble hands.
No song is random.
No beat is blind.
Everything—
from release dates to Grammy speeches—
is scripted by ancient rhythm codes
within the citadel of Theotokos.
They are taught the law of vibration,
the diet of frequency:
“No meat that bleeds.
No sex before sound.
No fame without silence.”
Their lives are not theirs.
Their voices are borrowed.
This world we know—
the charts, the scandals, the glam—
is just a shadow on the surface.
The music industry?
A temple built on crystal lies.
And when I rose back to the surface,
gasping, reborn—
I heard the radio play a new track,
and I knew—
It came from beneath.
Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama, our first African American first lady has her own accomplishments which far exceed what she had dreamed of when she was a little girl in Chicago. She has been a lawyer, university administrator, writer, and advocate. She has won a grammy award, shorty award, and Nickelodean Kid’s Choice award. She is multi-talented, presidential enough to be elected president herself. She has shown grace, confidence and beauty in the face of every challenge. Her husband Barack and her children Malia and Sasha are proud of her and her accomplishments. “I always tell young girls to surround yourself with goodness,” she is quoted. “I learned early on how to get haters out of my life.”
She is the vision of assertive womanhood.
michelle obama
role model to young women
grace personified
serving up sum o dat fooreel dough stuff
track one on love
cast the night these folks
love one another
summa tyme jam boar ree!
corner jerk, the ritual
stand up and sing
better love next tyme
let the player do his thang,
shuck -dolly doo-woop
crazy bout talking tease
warm night and a cold woman?
cold woman and a warm night
sho'ya''l disk hot thing,
mooing, yeah
mooing yeah
cause you love is what I've been lookin for
"talking trash: Beat that ass"
Was it like the one: "Loosin up, get ready to dance"
Here's yo chance to romance a woman.
Start from the bottom(working our way to the top)
yes we can: baby yes we can!
brand new dance called the toadwalk!
Me Soo Fly:
Realmns of understanding.......Cattlecoat diplomacy, Dynamic doo-doo!
"Pigeonwalk:Played jar-eyed" Bestest summer ever! dogwood bassoon: miss fetcher's bouis!
really, really(real love)
stop by and dance with me! cause the night is right(and I love you)
aint got enough to buy the whole thang, (you take the other half)
laugh at yo @*$$$$@@@, aint that ah *****, NAy:Nay (she's the other one)
The grammy speech for dim haters!
and who's yo other girl, Bluer than Blue, MissaWhat a World,
Next til we Kiss again, "Fanga ringin" Dippie's ddo-doo!
"When your down and out you need some Joe Bonamassa."
Quote by _ Constance
His music is raunchy and moody, his voice raspy yet smooth. If I close my
eyes I am in a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere down and out on luck.
His name is Joe Leonard Bonamassa, an American born blues rock guitarist, singer and songwriter. Born in 1977, he grew up in Utica, New York, USA.
His parents Len and Delia were avid blues music fans and owned a music
store and this is where Joe got his love for guitars. He started playing guitar
at four years old. At twelve he was playing with B.B. King and has played
with many notable artists. He has fifteen solo albums, and eleven of them
have reached No.1 on the Billboard Blues Chart. He has been nominated for
three Grammy Awards. He has his own record label called Keeping Blues
Alive Records where he supports blues musicians and their music.
Something interesting about Joe is his vast collection of guitars and amps,
four hundred or more. Most are vintage. He has been buying them all his
life. A room in his home is called the Bona-seum ! He loves his Fender
Telecaster that he nicknamed Bludgeon. But, there is another rare and
valuable guitar that he uses in concerts, a 1958 Gibson, Flying V, he calls
Amos after the original owner Amos Arthur. I love this man, his music, his
message. He can play the blues for me anytime. He keeps his private life
private, I like that about him !
random lyrics from
Mind's Eye
Joe Bonamassa
help I'm going down
need someone
to slow the spiral down
reach up, dig deeper
I'm haunted by memories
you can'nt see
_____________________
May 07, 2023
Poetry/Bio/Joe Bonamassa - Blues Guitarist
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1545-662-07
All Rights Reservered, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Joe Bonamassa Inspiration
sponsor, Robert James Liquori, Judged 05/07/2023
First Place
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart, his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was, Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine.
M-usician, arranger,composer,and great band leader in the Swing Era.
I-n The Mood", is another one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart. Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big Band Era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
November.28.2018
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
-Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944-
(Years active 1923-1944)
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
(Edited; I had left out a line)
Smokin’ Joe Bonamassa
What’s in a name? Well, I think a last name
like Bonamassa sure sounds really cool.
This guy I’d never heard of has some fame!
He learned to play by 4, and not in school,
and then by twelve, the kid was opening
for a concert! Can you imagine that?
To open for a great like B. B King!
So young was he to be such a cool cat!
With 15 albums, pride he must have had
to get three Grammy nominations. Wow!
To sing with Clapton made him very glad.
It was his dream! So what’s he up to now?
Recording with Beth Hart he’s had success
The British Blues sure taught him to impress!
May 15, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's 'Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 3' Poetry contest
~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)
G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime, enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me. His given
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine
M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his
L-egacy is filled of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.27.2017
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Author's notes:
My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.
-Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944-
(Years active 1923-1944)
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.
Long live the King of Swing!
Black Lives Matter
They gave me a college education
But left me unemployed
But they say
Black lives matter
I won 7 Grammy awards
I didn't get a ceremony to recognize my work
But they say
Black lives matter
I have Foodstamps
But no refrigerator to store the food in
Or pots and pans to cook on a stove not even utensils or a plate to place my food on
But they say
Black lives matter
I receive a disability check for 2000 dollars a month
But I don't have a place to live
But they say
Black lives matter
I served my country for 8 year in the military
And I am living on the streets
But they say
Black lives matter
I'am a military vet
And I still did not receive health treatment
But they say
Black lives matter
My best friend name is Maria Marshall she got beat down by the cops
But they say
Black lives matter
Bloods and the Crypts are black gangs on my block and everyday they are shooting at each other
But they say
Black lives matter
At the end of night
I go to sleep black
And I wake up black
I shed the same red blood like every
minority group
Black lives are still ignored
Let me paint my face white
Will I still matter now
Nope
By:Shaniki Smith
Date: 05-22-2016
P.S. I wrote this poem for another poetry group that I'am with.
I thought I share it with you! I don't usually write poetry about issue around the world. But I had some poetry readers who requested for me to write about issue around the world. Stay tune for my new poem called Deadbeat system! Deadbeat system poem is about the little things that can affect individual and the harm that cut backs do to individuals around the world.
Lavender clung to Grammy like a familiar blessing,
a soft aura rising from her walk-in closet~
that kingdom of faux furs and pearlized buttons
where dresses hung like quiet stories waiting to be told.
I sat beside her at her dressing table,
watching the slow choreography of her bronze-brown hair
as she brushed it into its practiced sweep,
each stroke a reminder of the elegance she carried
long after her hand-model days had faded from magazines.
She tore two sheets of paper poudre,
handing one to me as if passing down a secret rite.
“Gently,” she said, and I followed her movements,
feeling the powder lift whatever childhood dust remained
from my ten-year-old cheeks, leaving them soft, matte, new.
Foundation, rouge, a whisper of plum on her lips~
then her porcelain hands folded mine inside them,
their warmth steady, their touch feather light.
“You’re a lady now,” she said; in that moment, I believed her~
believed I was becoming her lady-in-waiting,
one beautiful enough to be part of her gracious royalty.