Long Solos Poems

I can’t take anymore of this…
I wish you had mercifulness…
Tension slits me like a knife…
All my life...all my life...all my life...

Don’t let go and stay close to me (I’m wanting you oh so badly)
I know...

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I have a son
with more than his share of heart
and mindbody intelligence,
to comprehend vastness of Earth’s evolving history
and future demise,
to comprehend full emptiness of universes within
and without
co-arising unitarian polyphonic verses,
enough intelligence to reconnect hunted feelings
by...

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I have a son,
in whom I am well pleased,
with more than his share of heart
and mindbody intelligence,
to comprehend vastness of Earth's evolving history
and future demise,
to comprehend full emptiness of universes within
and without
co-arising nondual lonely/solitude
double-binary universes
de/re-generative,

Enough...

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“I need to be inside you” . . .

His voice echoed like the psalms in my mind
And I could not shake the feeling of dread—
The dread of leaving this Prison of Plot—
And the ensured surety...

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Eric Clapton (born March 30, 1945, in Ripley, Surrey, England)
British guitarist who influenced rock.
Later became a famous singer-songwriter.
Clapton was born to a teen mom and a Canadian WWII soldier in England.
His grandparents mostly raised him.
He...

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Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago. - Victor Hugo

when...

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During the surpossium I heard his voice
as if he were talking only to me: she said, 
in a conversation with a group of women.
 You know how it is< everything is centered around
gaining your attention:...

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Every one of my five brothers
and I strive to create harmony.
Our lives are lived in parallel
yet at times we work alone.
Other times we play well together -
unity and coexistence is our goal.

A chord can bring...

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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells...

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COLOURFUL LAMENT

I combed cool waters of your 
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you 
waded waterfall waves washing 
my stellar rainbow rays 
Arching it melted into the warm 
womb of transducing tangoing Earth

Her Violet Flame devoured...

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KEROUAC THE WORD SPEAKS JAZZ/Tony Adamo

Spoken Word All in Caps for Better Reading While in Recording Studio/10/14/23
THE JAZZ COOL AND BEBOP MUSICIANS MADE MUSIC THEIR OWN/
 THE BEAT GENERATION WAS A NONCONFORMIST CULTURE MOVEMENT OF...

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Every Christmas season
the carolers delight
by singing Christmas songs
at the beginning of night

Joyful and fun to each house they go
folks would sing along as the happiness echos
cheers and treats household shared
for the carolers were beloved dear.

He...

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Jewels too like ugly ducklings lose worth
Comparing themselves to common things. Great
Gems of noble birth, like stones of the earth
By low self value make havoc of fate
Pearls may think themselves scabs of old sores
Young diamonds...

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King Pleasure bebop jazz singer vocalese hipster/
 a legend he was/
 a master at writing lyrics to solos of jazz instrumentalists such as the lyrics to Charlie Parker's "Parker's Mood"/
 His scat singing was genius...

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BY THE BAY

A beach vagabond am I,
Lost amongst the foam and spray,
Enchantments careless cast away,
Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child,
Of the free spirited, enlightened ones.
Dreamers, whom sought the seasonal warmth,
Beyond the reach of the...

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Anna, the prayerful child, has these requests this season to Abba Father:
Bob, her friend-boxer to avoid and never miss a bad dab
Cedec, the street child to attend Camp Mac’s for kids
Dad Dado to be drawn...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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Although I don’t always have words
True words, colored in rich and vibrant
Adjectives – adverbs so strong
They seem heavy like darkness

I do have hope
Hope for the verse and 
Hope for the vison
Hope for the feelings
And the...

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the bar is crowded
and the smoke tickles my nostrils
i sneeze a few times
then find a place in the front
the band is a joke
lead guitarist sticks to power chords
except the rare occasion
he noodles like an idiot...

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THE BEAT POETS BEAT
In the heart of San Francisco, Beat poet and publisher, Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights bookstore shines bright, where words dance like shadows and the Beat poets ignite the night/
October 7, 1955 history...

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Sing to This Coming Sing

Before now I was the sort to by-pass listening to any sort  or cousin or trail of operatic solos especially sopranos but this year has brought  a sudden discovery...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline...

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Temple of the Gods


Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered...

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I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
 
Enigmatic hero....

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As the sound surrounds, acapellas and solos resound , with silent and loud proverbs and nouns.
Taking one to and from the crowd. With the change of a song, a track, melting the wax, breaking the...

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