Long Soundtrack Poems

JACKS AND THE BOOM BOOM ROOM HISTORY AND SPOKEN WORD

Before the Boom Boom Room in San Francisco’s Fillmore District came to be, it was Jack’s.   A poppin’ groove organ funk soul jazz club...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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Charles Schulz Peanuts character Woodstock

Analogous to (being mine) security blanket
similar, but not identical
to the trademark one
clutched by Linus Van Pelt,
I take flight into sleep
courtesy holding fictional little yellow bird,
a mutual (of Omaha) best friend of...

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Time On Myside

You may always think that you have forever or could be granted some extra time; how cleaver.

But no one knows what the future holds, or how much time you really have left to...

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Time On Myside

You may always think that you have forever or could be granted some extra time; how cleaver.

But no one knows what the future holds, or how much time you really have left to...

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I'm currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness
So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I'm too damaged to hug myself
Then I'll let my pen tell stories...

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Peggy Cahill divine heavenly lady

Saint Vincent dePaul Food Pantry 
at Saint Mary's Parish
in Spring Mount blessed,
graced, and praised
courtesy grateful recipient,
he who crafts these words.

Acknowledgement forthcoming today
June 11th, 2022
Matthew Scott Harris
expresses gratitude concerning largesse
regarding quite a...

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Acknowledgement forthcoming today February 8th, 2022

Matthew and Abby Harris
express gratitude concerning largesse
regarding quite a few bags of comestibles
plus two twenty five dollar gift cards
applicable at Giant supermarket.

After myself and the missus
(courtesy friendly youngish gal)
beckoned, motioned, and...

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Needles on the dresser, pipes in your hands, 
Chaos as the soundtrack to a childhood undone. 
Screams that hurt my ears, objects thrown and broken, tears on faces. 
When I think of my childhood, instead...

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“Only girls cry!…Oh, boo hoo!” laughed my brother, (as big brothers often do)
 He had been taunting me, teasing me, heckling me, as I whined, complained.
 Neither of us would have won a prize, for...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans l'heure bleue deux"



He sits at his desk
like some frozen soulless
vintage...

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The glossy fur and full body that Grunt
had taken on was put down to the care showered upon her.After realizing she was in fact a female
for a moment she was referred to as Gruntessa 
but...

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Though an atheist..
please oh lord brace and fix me with monetary salvation

After umpteen times being swindled
reducing me to abject poverty
psyche of mine
broke into a bajillion little pieces
much like Humpty Dumpty
grim outlook spells
forlorn and foregone conclusion,
thus...

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Do you hear them?

Woodland creature amidst the thicket, drawn, oblivious to indifference beneath 
heavenly luminescence.
And I, baring admiration in acknowledgement, plea to the awakening of your 
fellow ear as companion.
Fields breathe life of their expulsion.
Shall...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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ORIGINAL SONG:

Shine Your Light
Robbie Robertson 
Ladder 49 Soundtrack

The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul...

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would you ever walk into a hospital and make your presence known 
by storming into rooms and looking the patients in the eye
"your pain isn't real" and "just fix it yourself"
 falls out of your...

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You know that new Halloween movie coming out in October, well this is the soundtrack
The only difference is I have the audacity to kill Poetry without masks
My pen is sharper than Michael Myers knife and...

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I’m drunk, but you’re beautiful,
a line I used to rehearse.
The Dreamers’ artistic longing felt noble,
but it came with a curse.
I bought the ticket when I didn’t know better from worse.
Now I’ve got a tale of...

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“Only girls cry!…Boo hoo!” 
"Look at you"  he taunted me, (as big brothers often do)
Making a mockery. He kept teasing me, heckling me, 
as I whined, and cried, and planned revenge 
Neither of us...

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**Mental Rumination**
Every single day brings with it a new and unfamiliar word, each one carrying its own distinct meaning that often resonates with the shifts in my life. Retirement, for instance, has proven to be...

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Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/  EAST COAST JAZZ  in the fifties, sixties/
 Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/
 LPs stacked high vinyl...

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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates the speaker. A beat drops, subtle and rhythmic.)
 Cad Jax. Yeah, that name hummed with the city's pulse, a neon flicker in the back alley of your mind/
 (A...

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Sitting alone, watching the night
Soaking in the last few minutes of daylight
On the roof, among the trees 
My skin tickled by a warm light breeze
Looking West, feeling blessed 
The pink sky makes the mountains silhouettes
My...

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The Iceman the Bronx/Tony Adamo

I DIG THAT THE ICEMAN’S BACK, HITTING THE SPOKEN WORD STAGES IN THE BRONX AND THE OTHER BOROUGHS IN NEW YORK/AFTER ALL HE IS BORN AND BREAD IN DE BRONX/WORD SPITTER/...

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