Long Jazz band Poems

This was only our second date...

A Black Tie Affair...

...Set against an incredible view,
vineyards, waterfalls,
a plentitude of flower beds,
all just outside a charming postcard Town.

This indeed was a serious event,
anyone  who was anyone...
and my date...were here.

A...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva...

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While writing about the History of Jazz Music in verse , I got the idea for composing this 
fictitious poem ! I hope the readers will like it ! 


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Legato. Smooth, slow jazz ballads.
The type where you play each note as late as possible.
The type that holds beautiful memories.
The type that will have you unaware that
Your foot is tapping to the beat of the...

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Smooth jazz playing
 on my car radio.
Finding myself reluctantly 
bobbing my head along
to the constant rhythm 
of the mild funk.
Reminding me of 
long car rides with dad, 
and being subjected 
to The WAVE radio station
94.7--...

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Once there was a really tall, jolly fisherman
Who had a slightly crooked nose, named Dan
Dan, the ever-Jolly fisherman came from Japan
And loved to show off his gigantic left hand
that helped him play the cymbals in...

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Return to Forever,
a seminal eclectic jazz band of the seventies
My teenage years,
my rebellious years
I loved that band,
for more than their unique brand
of cosmic musical forays
No, listening to them separated me from my teenage peer pack:
they...

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I think he comes from the Tangerine Sun, she said.
I wondered about this, but she added his name was Tedd.
He’s cool and suave, debonair, fancy, gloriously bright and keen.
I think he’s a star of some...

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walking through life as as a black person, 
the world needs to understand 
we rock with a rhyme, we bop with a beat
we jive like a jazz band 

we improvise on the fly
we adapt to...

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As the tides roll in the salty smell,
I stand by the sea and know all is well.
For the sound of the waves and the twilight sky,
Calms my soul, and knows peace is nigh.
And the reflection...

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once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax

once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was unattractive
the roots were unbalanced and unevenly growing

once i had gnats...

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On the bayou, molded brick streets
circle docks of wooden backbones stretched 
into black water, limbs sunk into seaweed 
now catchalls for rusty abandoned fish hooks from 
the "one that got away".
Old cement plateaus boast of...

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I love an old movie called "Some Like It Hot"
Two guys from a jazz band, had witnessed a plot!
Their lives might expire
from gangster's gunfire
They ran like the dickens without getting shot!

They're quick to leave town,...

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Sometimes late at night, I think of where they all went.
For those left behind, my thoughts are now sent.
Are the streets paved with gold, do they sparkle and shine?
Can you still get a steak dinner,...

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Surrounded by two rapid running shores
a concrete chain of buildings fill the skies
strong pungent scents compete with rapid scores
of pulsing sounds and screeching, crowded cries
iconoclastic beats and muted sighs
the City always wakens sleepy eyes. 

We...

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It's a beautiful evening as we wait in line to board our boat
Autumn is in the air we require a light coat
The Mississippi River waters rejoice in the glowing moonlight
We are greeted by the captain...

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Back from the desert and loving it
both the visit and the return.
The powerful plane deiced in Chicago.
Brittlebush, difficulty distinguishing acacia from ironwood.
Mesquite, and plenty of paloverde.
A good jazz band in Phoenix, their own style, no...

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Different is Just Different

He’s tall and muscular
and sports a short gray beard.
I see him every Sunday.
Often, he stands near
the church’s jazz band, moving
in rhythm with the music.
Maybe he is wearing a 
sleeveless, horizontal stripe
pink and...

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When the music stopped for Dad
And Shorty McCormick’s Jazz Band
Played their last gig, his drum set
Was retired to our dank basement

His traps resided in an extra large
Black cardboard suitcase and soon
My brothers and I commenced...

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I'm taking him to concerts out there on the lawn
have to sit and suffer
middle school jazz band
and pretend to like it with the rest of us
I'm taking him to the bank
and then to taco bell
maybe...

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insomniac thoughts
I awoke this morning to find pure mayhem at hand
The voices in my head, during the night 
Dripped out my ears like liquid seeds
 that grew like a weed these twisted evil things
These ...

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He's 'King of the Home'
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with 
dreams of bein' downtown;

his jazz band was playin'
he'd swing and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.

Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin'...

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Of all the colours under the sun,
Pink must be my favourite one.
That's why cherry blossoms score
high, they bloom outside my door.

Lilies also come in pink.
Their scent is divine I think.
So I plant them where I...

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