Long Syncopation Poems
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Celestial Zodiac Jazz
In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers secrets of the universe/
Ella Fitzgerald, a Taurus, Grounded in the lush, rich earth, Her voice a tapestry of jazz scat gold, Singing truths that resonate, I don’t want to sing anything that doesn’t come real, A declaration, a manifesto, a love letter to authenticity/
So dig John Coltrane, the Libra sage, Balancing melodies on the scales into the night, Fifth House echoes through Jazz radio play, Astrological rhythms align, Jazz numerology speaks in syncopation, Every note, every chord a constellation/ a harmonic convergence into the jazz Horoscope being/ the huge vastness of cosmic music and the individual brilliance of the Universe’s soul jazz soul/
Horace Silver, the prophet of the zodiac, Riffing on astrological charts/ Tarot readings in a smoky bar/ Horace-Scope, the map of our souls, In his music, we find our destinies/
Capricorn Rising with Pullen and Rivers, A cosmic journey,
From the depths of the earth to the Zodiac heavens/ Are you hip to the jazz flow/
The jazz scene has many secrets and a lot untold/ Standard time meets the twist of the hipster's jazz meter, where rhythms collide and are as explosive as Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers balancing act in their artistry/
A $1,000 horn in a $5000 car, Driving fifty miles for a $50 gig/ man, what a flipped-out ride/ This is the Jazz life, the pulse, the passion/ the highs and lows of should I stay or go/ club owners who take months to pay you for a gig you did weeks ago/ Yo, It’s Passion over profit, Artistry takes hold— Say, bro, are you into the jazz scene no mater what unfolds/
Never play anything the same way twice, For in improvisation, we find our freedom Jazz dance/ In the spontaneous spark of creation, We are all stardust, Floating on the notes of our existence the way it ought to be/
In the grand ever-changing nature of our mighty universe, Where jazz meets the heavens not by chance/
“The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---"
Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about?
‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max?
Try again now. Remember this is a H-O-R-R-O-R flick, ok?
Roll ‘em, Madman…
The sugary-sweet sensation of the syncopation of the sonata of the vivacious
vulture ---”
Cut, Cut, Cut! You HAVE flipped, haven’t you, man?
O, yes. For joy. For joy. And, of course, the spread of culture...
And I appreciate the honorificabilitudinitatibus, Dan.
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The Gandaberunda is a legendary two-headed bird in Hindu mythology.
That long word in the last line means: 'the state of being able to achieve
honors.'
Celebrity
On that day my soul grew star struck
the astonished all-star abashing, such luck
And so I screamed, 'Is that a tree?'
I felt compelled to sniff the personalities
Eagerly, I looked for the fashionista
Engaging Ah, distinctly I was blushing
I discovered the figureheads stars all around me
Fabulousness - fabulousness - fabulousness!
The drapery diva’s dazing
It was gazing
Somewhat louder than the phrasing
Screaming, chanting, praising
Through which came musing, musing, musing
That the syncopation, 'Minds those the glazing!'
Ah, distinctly I was marveling
And the cattiness never replying
My mind always strays to paparazzi
I remember I was not myself staring
hark! In none of those movie cat calls
While all my soul within me flaring
That those the miffed megastar murmuring
That envious, envious fingerpicking, (finger pointing)
The harmonic Hollywood heading, ah! So alluring
this the incredulous intonation idolizing
Celebrity, Celebrity out there out here in front of me;
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
I fly in silk-thin like a whisper with a backspin
Heartbeat tapping patterns while your shadow pulls me back in
Your cracked grin half-sin glowing like a neon violin
The room begins to bend around the rhythm you imagine
Your stride’s a sly design aligned with nighttime’s spine
A fine-tuned vine of motion winding close to mine
I find the signs your eyes combine a shine that rewrites time
Every line you breathe becomes a hook inside my mind
You say you crave a late escape a shape that drapes the night in sap
Something warm something calm something smooth enough to overlap
So I lean into the scene with a grin that’s built to bridge the gap
And murmur low: add some sensemilla to your night cap
Let the haze raise waves let the velvet-phase unwrap
Let the quiet settle heavy like a feather-weathered trap
Let the air repair the wear of days that tend to mishap
While the world outside collapses into a soft-lit time-lapse
Now we drift gifted lifted two silhouettes in syncopation
Your laugh a half-staff flag of playful provocation
The vibration of your cadence shapes a sacred circulation
I’m stationed in the space between your breath and expectation
The night keeps offering options dropping sparks in every corner
You keep choosing futures where the moment grows warmer
So I stay no sway no stray from the orbit you perform here
In the rhyme in the shine in the soft-spun atmosphere
Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me
Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass
Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety
Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass
Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter
Absorbs oak barrel sentiment, forested persuasion
Ace praise expires, a swiftly swallowed splinter
Comical dive antics of cork fragmenting abrasion
Dissolving Elizabeth, shabbily written character
Simmered limply submissive, a nouveau improvisation
Vat of pursuit poured by Stu picks a passenger
Chords hover mahogany piano cascade syncopation
Composition three minute summit misconstrue
Violins textured crescendo vibrates bow tight strings
Apron strewn, Libby leaves her rolling pin askew
Butter heart hails harmony a true companion brings
22nd January
Stu calls me Jasmine
Jazz on a billboard,
a flash of notes,
Urgent beats, syncopation, improvisation,
and impromptu solos but why jazz on a billboard?
What’s the hap’s on that?
Man, what is the impact of the word jazz on a billboard anyway?
Syncopation is alive,
solos breaking free,
and a temporary show,
but is jazz here to stay?
Does a billboard for Jazz tell us about all the arranging, playing, composing
finding a paying gig, radio spins, music reviews,
band members quitting to get out of the jazz life?
Cars whiz by, faces turned,
who cares about the sound of jazz anyway
The tenor horn says
"Listen up, Listen here
Jazz is everywhere,
and like nowhere to be found
So, dig this
Every jazz note,
every gig, every miss,
and every jazz player who lives jazz behind
Jazz shapes your life with a heartbreaking rhythm.
So, here’s to the journey,
to hip beats and downbeats
Jazz is life on a billboard,
is hip for some passers-by to see
to feel, to groove, to feel where you're at
To come alive, jazz is for real
and that's my dance in life
Here’s the man in the marching band
Fiddlin with sticks on his petty hands
Marching, marching round the street
In the middle of the glazing blazing heat.
Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man. He’s in command
With a little syncopation & intonation
Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man when he’s on demand
Walking in the steps of a child’s handstand
Dancing to the beat of a broken watchband
Sticks and stones might break his drums
No beat, no soul, no rhythm, no goal
Maybe one day, he’ll break his bum
Thanks to countless talented taps he stole
Here’s the man in the Marching Band
Confidence looking so high and grand
Here’s the man in the marching band
Next time he plays, the drums will be canned!
lights swirl ...
rhythms pound ...
cold Duplais Verte emulsifies in my square glass
tongue tingling, I swallow it in sips
woody, bitter licorice plucks my senses
the soft, dreamy warmth suffuses my blood, relaxing
and the flamingos start to dance
up-and-down, sweeping and bouncing
timed with colored lasers and a mirror ball ... real??
then the buzzards join in, hopping
spinning and jostling with the lovely pink birds
glowing, dark, angular shapes
I'm perplexed ... but hypnotized, I go with it
my mind picturing a fantasy land of odd animals
a steel drum paradise of music, green liqueur, and dancers
sublime women with latte' skin and palm skirts
twirling, shaking, kicking their legs
tossing hips and limbs in sensual syncopation
one special lady quite near to my table
whose face I recognize, and movements captivate
page-boy haircut and gold-flecked brown eyes
peasant blouse, off-the-shoulders
pleated, plaid mini and ruby-red Blahnik pumps
that bring attention to the watercolor tattoos on her calves
her left leg, chocolate turkey vultures
and on the right, three gorgeous pink flamingos
I finish my absinthe, smiling
pick up another square glass of the Green Fairy
and begin to sip ...
cold, cloudy … smooth.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Buzzards and Flamingos" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausin, Judge & Sponsor.
Shazz Hazz jazz...
Hazz a present tense sound verb to have, to it;
Been getting down, sho’ you have;
Shazz Hazz jazz... been owner of the views, rhythm blues;
Been dancing in funky shoes;
Hazz been covered in oil;
Dirty in the soil;
Shazz Hazz jazz... all is well has no idea
Hazz much to reveal
Hazz peace wide open;
Open exposure, poets a risen in rhythm;
Shazz Hazz jazz... got the beat on time;
Got a greatest sense of beats as such;
Hazz imprvisaion syncopation
Shazz hazz a forceful rhythm
Shazz hazz brass and piano drummer
Shazz Hazz .. she is singer, a novice not a beginner;
Shazz Hazz ... figure piano guitar be bebopin blues and pop;
Shazz Hazz .. the audiences shoot their shot;
Shazz Hazz ... band be hot, Don’t stop
Shazz Hazz ... and lively talk
Shazz Hazz ... insincere walk;
Shazz Hazz ... balk as the fingers of the band talk;
Shazz Hazz ... the beats jazzes jazzed we play walk;
Shazz Hazz jazz ... dance to hazz music;
Shazz Hazz jazz... and she to have all hazz;
everyone has… hazz jazz;
She’s the 3rd person and first to git down;
This band be hot, Don’t stop, not a beat dropped
Shazz Hazz jazz...hazz also lively talk
Hazz a present tense sound verb to have, to it;/em>
3/12/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
from anthology Stasta Simms---"Shazz Hazz Jazz"
i am at the part of unfortunate decision
fake flowers in hand and a dusty prayer
hesitation has a cup of warm pintos with country ham with me
i am the defiant source of a sticky glue's periodic periodical
nothing else matters for i make myself inanimate
precious memories are pickled in a jar of overtly potent vinegar
i am a lost soul feeling frigid in a deserted desert foundation
windchime sandstorms bully me with its unevenly rhythmic syncopation
since becoming an unbalanced liar, i have become a role model for truths untold
i never thought that my ice box character presentation could be so calmly bold
i have been zombie with a bad case of bubbleguts ever since that morning of "the circle ride"
i am at the part of unfortunate decision
heavy exhalation standstill experimenting with a lever similar to a disoriented h. george wells