Long Savoy Poems

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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Even the Lazy Lizard

Even the lazy lizard knows when not to beg,
when not to emerge, from behind the hungry black rock of 
another dying hand, hopelessly clutching the mysteries of 
another sit-down, in the serene...

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His freak flag is still out there flying; He never has put it down;
Hope for peace and power to the people; will stay with him; as long as He’s around.

People make remarks about it; and...

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As the knight of Savoy protects the kingdom,one of the oldest monarchies. He does so, by riding the dragon,this beast tamed and true, with fiery breath and eyes of bluebut if the truth be known....

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It is called the American Bar in the Savoy Hotel, in the Covenant Garden area of central London just off the Strand.  Tonight, it was awash with indifferent lovers searching for another dramatic romantic...

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SHE WANTED AN "ATTA BOUIS": SO WE WENT AND GOT HER ONE!

THE CHEF PREPARED,......................
7 SLICES OF PORCUITIO
SLICE FRESH FIGS
SWISS CHEESE
SEVEN DOLIPS OF GOAT CHEESE
2  WHITE ASPARAGUS
2 GREEN ASPARAGUS
SEVEN STRIPS OF ROASTED RED BELL PEPPER
ON...

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Forthy innocent people
were heinously shut down,
the surly morning was about to rain,
then sunrise came and mothers wailed;
I also wept for their death as that tolling bell...
the flag they loved was lowered
halfstaff, a crowd gathered and...

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Malevolent imploded uncontrollably, 
  twisting wildly maniacal posies
   amid diabolically toasted brainstem, 
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses 
  purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
 amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
    ...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: I'm Sorry, I've Got To Go
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


Jazz
aficionado's,

remembers

Chick Webb -

Two sticks
in hand,

tap'n 
on the rim

of a
snare;

keep'n time
on the
drums....

like
a clock,

And

tap'n
those cymbals
Bock-a-da-bock -

Go
Chick,
go!

He 
was
flawless!

Hit'n licks
like
lightening,

and

didn't miss
a
note -

When
you hear
him play

on
"Liza,"

then you
know 

that 
Chick,

was
jazz royalty,

worthy
of
the throne -

He gave
jazz,

a whole
new
meaning -

"It don't...

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Touch would a finger to the elegant and smooth cheek
That shines from tears as apple leaves after rain
You weep with happiness, me and yourself do not sparing,
All trying to understand the mystery of the lines...

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Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!

The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy, 
Timely...

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6/5/2009

She is soft as naked
Silken-like tenderness
Hungered on from before
Barely, almost devoured

The ancient secrets
Now hold iridescent
By a shadow's embrace
Beckons; will I follow?

O' rested she there
A viscous temptation
Like a vessel found
Thru eyes of a storm

Ah~ the skin...

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At midnight the solid tapered etch of concrete wall

Viewed from Charing Cross Pier, paraded headstrong,

It highlighted in as much an accompaniment to the call,

Where eagerly, old father Thames saw him walking along.


Surmounting steps where the...

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Blow your gills out
with Miles Davis, mellow n kind of blue
relax in black 'n white ways 'n days

all; all the jazz kit

Go on a blues Holiday Billie
away with the Jones’s Nora
get some Rays with Charles

Lenard...

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It was what it was …
The fantastic idea, 
The thoughts of carefree and joy.
A few small steps is all it would take, 
And we’d be living our lives in Savoy.

It did what it did …
This...

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A letter was sent to me
With the essence of a bee
Traveling under the rain
On the bird's neck chain

As I opened the letter,
I was unaware
What the letter held within,
Yet, curiosity flooded every precaution,

Rain drops stained the...

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I have loved the best
In my tenure as a blue-eyed boy
Injecting zeal and zest in my quest.

I have bestowed care in my romance to attest
To the enduring power of joint joy
I have loved the best.

I...

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The Last Full Moon of the Season
David J Walker

	Day of past days
Once in the way of 
	This today

Hours of past hours
	Cataloged and
Overlapped with
Horrors of mirrors
	And old age
In ivory towers

A presence within a
Long lost past 
Preserved...

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