Yesterday, Oh, I believe in yesterday—Lennon-McCartney (The Beatles)
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day—Smokey Robinson/Bobby Rogers (Smokey Robinson & The Miracles)
I see trees of green—Bob Thiele & George David Weiss (Louis Armstrong)
Hardships and misfortunes
emerged to be a distant memory
But as my thoughts look back
It seems to reflect a well-told story
When Spring comes to L.A.
Before the month of May
I guess you’d like to say
What makes you feel this way
My girl helps make this day
Red roses true
Flowers bloom blue
The song I sing
A stunning thing
I am just a human
A natural being
Flesh and bone essences
Not an all-seeing thing
A simple citizen
To this land and country
Just one in a million
For life and liberty
Rainbow hues plus
Auspicious light
Skips before us
Rippling and tight
Love was an easy game
Many places to hide
We’ll seek and find your name
As telltale signs to guide
One way they had to go
Was one they did not know
Something they wouldn’t say
Belong to yesterday
Sweet birdsongs sing
Rejoicing bring
This wondrous earth
A new day’s birth
Only you can make me smile Cheek to Cheek.
CQ CQ Hello Dolly are you receiving me?
Now I have been rehearsing thoughts of Georgia my love.
I got Georgia on my Mind and A Kiss to Build a Dream on
What a Wonderful World would look like 10 year from now?
Louis Armstrong will you be my best man?
all that jazz
Hello Dolly, I must confess
those Louis Armstrong tunes
keep churning in my head
I've had Georgia on my mind
since that night we danced cheek to cheek
when we shared a kiss to build a dream on
Since then, I think of only you
and what a wonderful world it would be
if you'd agree to share your life me
What do you say... marry me ~
p.s using titles of Louis Armstrong songs
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2025
Okay time for some upbeat stuff
And I'm just the guy that can bring it
Mr. Happy is what some people call me
Is there any other way to be?
The world is filled with nasties
There's enough of that going round
Need something to counter balance it
So start grinning and acting like a clown
The world is just a big circus anyway
Might as well add your unique perspective
Can't get worse, only get better
So c'mon youse guys!
Join me and Louis Armstrong...
“What A Wonderful World”
Quote:""One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." - Louis Armstrong
In my mind, depths transcend,
Music weaves, divine blend,
Sorrow, hope, intertwined,
depths transcend, In my mind.
Melodies seal, vibrant retreat,
Pain subsides, miseries fleet,
Resonating unique feels,
Vibrant retreat, melodies seal.
Music’s power, crystal clear, tears cascade,
Glass shatters, sound's brigade,
Cobras tamed, deer draw near,
Tears cascade, Music’s power, crystal clear
Uniting souls, music’s grace, solace found,
Love in notes, words unbound.
Waves serenade, love's space,
Solace found, Uniting souls, music’s grace.
Louis Armstrong …
a class by himself
Not Dixie or Jazz
but much deeper felt
Growing better with age
his music enthralls
If fourteen or forty
his melodies call
Both Ella and Ray
are seated out front
As Satchmo delivers
when others exeunt
Timelessly treasured
he’d broken the mold
Of what sound can measure
—and a smile can hold
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
From afar a sound of "Blues" so tender
Like Satchmo strumming his trumpet
His loud voice calling us together
Makes me in verses break into yesterday
Oh Louis...raise your voice to everyone
Make the trumpet's call sound loud
Chase away the fears of the crowd
And those outside who think they're alone
Oh Louis... now release the husky voice
Nice and slow, neither hot nor cold
Let it come in that bittersweet jazz
That speaks of the wonders of this world
Alberto Secama 15 May 2020
Just listen to Satchmo,
Jams by Duke Ellington,
James Clay's moving tenor
John Coltrane's fine Post-Bop
Joyous uptempo tunes...
Jiggle hips like Jello!
Jump and jive, why don't cha?
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date written: 10/15/2020
Note: "Satchmo" is the nickname of late, great Jazz legend, Louis Armstrong.
Hot can be
cool, and
cool can be
hot, and
each can be
both. But
hot or cool,
man, jazz is
jazz -- Louis Armstrong
Jazz is
cold feet on the
kitchen floor
or
a hot slow dance
amidst unfinished
pasta and dirty dishes
or
Jazz is
peace
driving to work in a
post-Christmas blizzard and
seven days til payday
or
a long drive through
cows and rows
of corn
on a thick August night.
Jazz
is a lover, jazz
is solitude
Jazz
is predictable, jazz
is an unexpected
wow…
Jazz
is energizing, jazz
is relaxing
and jazz is
unfinished, jazz
makes me
complete.
universal awe
brilliance is omnipresent
love in its splendor
Song: It's A Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong
Date: 2nd September 2019
Contest: Sing Me A Senryu
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
louis armstrong
given a diplomatic license
what a wonderful world
blue berry hill
moon river
hello dolly
summertime
mack the knife
cheek to cheek
when the saints
memories
go missing
stan sand
A Little Knowledge
My son just started big school and now he knows it all
He says that all the laws are made by bloody Sid E. Hall
We frowned at his bad language and that made him assure us
He’ll speak a lot more better with a book by Theo Saurus
But one surprise he got at school, the first day he went there
TV was invented by a chap named Yogi Bear
He’s not quite sure what happened to make Louis Armstrong Kneel
But one small Schweppes for man seems a pretty lousy deal
He had a suit with lots of space, his eagle landed steady
It seems he might have taken off the cape of Ken and Eddy
A Vulcan interruption killed a town back in the day
They blamed it on an Englishman... but they made that Pom pay
There’s a film about a fish and all the cash it swallers
So my son’s doing a project on A fish full of dollars
He says, ‘CDs and downloads should all be thrown away,
don’t you oldies know that music’s gone vinyl today?’
I guess my son is full of it but that’s made me recall
There was a time when I was young and I too knew it all
Is my awareness limited by my bad habits?
Within the absence of engine sounds I find time to sigh
I should be searching for the cultivators of my net dreams
Instead I’m buying paper for the books I plan to write
What the heck? It could be my awareness is limited
I feel echo chills from out of all the walls
The gradual sacrifice of my solo man
I’m nailed to my nickels and dimes
I make all of my skillful errors
while pounding on Sunday keyboards
Anonymously meeting in interstellar coffee shops
limits defining my unlimited choices
So I play Louis Armstrong
pondering the reason for words
These words borrowed from his titles
I feel the echo chills pounding like rain
This requires no sacrifice
I’m paying for nothing
I removed his Debit card from the table
It could be one more of those bad habits!
I was inspired to write this piece after reading some of “Sand Blown’s” poems. I found the title names to be intriguing so I used them to knit this piece together. Please join me in welcoming a talented new poet.
now is all there is,
that's the nature of the beast,
relatively speaking
advantaging 'those' who control time...
now is a situation of absence and meaning
'those'...are us and our day to day routines
slowing down, to take advantage of the scenery...
remember the most wonderful childhood song,
'what a wonderful world' by louis armstrong...
well, now is all there is and it is a wonder(full) world...be strong
Chops for Pops
(a Blues response to Black n Blue
for Louis Armstrong)
By ‘bro. zayid’
Put a lock n chain
on yr dreams ygfolk
‘cause they will sure try to take it
Put a lock n chain
on yr dreams
‘cause they will sure try to take it
make it so big n thick
can’t nobody break it…
Play bluenotes so sharp
it’ll stab the air they’ breathe
I say, play bluenotes so sharp
it’ll stab the air they’ breathe
Hit’em dead in the head
with they’ mean selfs
Make all they’ wrongdoin’ bleed…
Use excellence as an attack
make they’ obstacles disappear
Use excellence as an attack
make they’ obstacles disappear
Attack so hard
fill they’ bowels up with fear…
Purple lips dream are precious too, baby
Don’t let’m tell u no lie
Say, purple lip dreams are precious too, baby
Don’t let’m tell u no lie
Chase’m down like they’ stole from yr mama
Chase’m down till u die…
So get yr chops up
Get yr chops up
Get ready to blow’m away
Get yr chops up
Get yr chops
Get ready to blow’m away
‘cause when they come for u and yr dreams
they’ aint comin to play…
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