Written By: D. Collins 7/7/25
I know the names of some of the greatest to ever dawn black skin.
Dr. Charles Drew, Miles Davis, Malcolm X, and James Baldwin.
Generations from now their achievements will be overlooked.
Due to coordinated efforts to remove them from history books.
There were the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen.
Maya Angelou and descriptive writings of Toni Morrison.
We had Dr. Martin Luther King and Muhammad Ali.
Who gave hope to a population of people like me.
We've endured the longest deprivation mankind has faced.
You cannot remove something that refuses to be erased.
We've heard broken promises that never came about.
The Caged Bird Still Sings loudly from the top of the mount.
Categories:
miles davis, black african american, inspiration,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Aqua's Kind of Blue in Green
Cool white edge wave frill
Floats over aqua's blue green
Deep blue penumbra
First posted 30/1/2015
Haiku did not originally have titles, they were numbered instead,
From what I originally learnt about the format.
Aqua M poetry.
"Kind of Blue." Miles Davis.
I love listening to Jazz.
Categories:
miles davis, color, sea,
Form: Haiku
Sustained in dulcet fugue
blue waters
converge inside
moments of mountains
imbued with silent springs
Pouring illusive champagne dreams
rainbow arches
that impale the softness
it sings bubbling pale perfect
birdsweet nectars
Daylight confronts
entering the city
rhythms of NOW
running to the urgency
emergency
lights flash into night
beats of congruous conflict
Away
NOW stay
vending peace inside
moments of mountains
where blue waters
I disappear
In honeyed silence
July 16, 2023
Categories:
miles davis, art, imagination, music,
Form: Footle
What is that feelin'
Creepin' 'bout my heart,
I think its kind of blue
Breakin' me apart
Fallin' into pieces
How many a heart has,
Once throbbed with neon
And all that jazz
I'm feelin' kind of blue
Not deep enough to cry,
A solemn kind of blue
Don't need to wonder why
Revolving slowly into
This somber attitude,
Azure leanin' on green
A pale, indigo mood
Muffled sounds carry
The smoothest baritone,
Over a muted trumpet
And a sad, sad saxophone
It's nothin' strange to me
Been right here before,
... Turn up the music
Slowly, close the door.
Categories:
miles davis, blue, color, heart, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Eccentric but cool
A vanguard of modern jazz
Boldly blowing past bebop
Challenging the status quo
The magnetic Miles Davis
Categories:
miles davis, appreciation, art, black african
Form: Tanka
"Don't play what's there.
Play what's not there."
Quote from Miles Davis, Jazz Musician
Writing poetry always in forms?
Why not write with the flow of life's
dancing waters?
Expressing yourself, freely as one
chooses.
Adds to a poem's bright light..
Bringing out brand new, lovely
"Poetryscapes"
The songs in your soul, that's my
biggest delight.
The inner landscape of you.!
So shining and true!
12/9/2020
Categories:
miles davis, music, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Jazz Pleiades
Just feelin’ kind of blue
Jazzy blues harmony
Joined modal indigo
Juxtaposes smooth joy -
Jaunty jives splashing notes -
Jiven’ through the moonlight -
Jeweled mood reflections
10-14-20
Contest: Pleiades – Music
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dedicated to Miles Davis; Kind of Blue
Duke Ellington's Mood Indigo
Categories:
miles davis, music,
Form: Pleiades
A Nirvana Sunrise and Matt Amish
Cat whiskers, pen, notebook.
Brain flowing with ideas blending
with hazelnut coffee drenched scents.
Soft notes of Miles Davis ride the air.
Sitting here in complete divine joy!
Grandson goes to human school soon.
How I prayed to God for this!
As I was penning for many nights,
Under God's kindly, summer moon.
Keep all poets loving and happy!
Our own Matt Amish gone to great eternity
in the blue skies.
To play on God's own baseball diamond.
What a great way to open this MLB season!
July 24, 2020
2pm PST
Categories:
miles davis, baseball, feelings, heaven, loss,
Form: Free verse
you lean back
like you always did
and blow
wearing your bell bottom slacks
cool
just like you always were
I hear you now
maybe I always did
I just didn't know
it's all I ever wanted to do
paint a picture
lean back
see
feel
and hear the music
so please understand
I'm not trying to be you
I'm just trying
© Whit Howland 2019
Categories:
miles davis, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
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 needs his raincoat
he’s Cohen, hallelujah
hey that’s no way to say goodbye
Jason’s going 93 million Mras
to see if he can Bossa Nova
Amy’s gone the Winehouse with Mr Jones
Ronnie’s off up Scott
not Holland seeking Jools
or Lincoln looking for Abbey
with all; all the jazz kit
Immersed in Ethel Waters
Roberta took some Flack
and Charlie had to Parker
Ellington was no Duke
to some, 50 years ensemble king
he said; it don’t mean a thing
Courtney doesn’t Pine or sing
Benny, who stomped at the Savoy
was a Goodman, not a bad boy
Eartha wanted to be evil
but was so good
for Christmas she got nothing
she got nothing for Christmas
but had it all; all the jazz Kitt.
Categories:
miles davis, humorous, music,
Form: Free verse
There are those who improvise within a structure,
with four beats to the bar like down home blues,
melodies and harmonies which stay within the fold,
embellishing the tune how e'er they choose.
Then there are cats who improvise to their own drummer,
inventing sheets of sound no ear has heard,
who bounce off one another, and break off from the norm,
Sun Ra's Arkestra, Sonny Stitt and Bird.
They wrote a new agenda, redistributing the forms,
inventing broader schemes of interplay,
as Jazz became a melting pot of signatures and styles,
through Ragtime, Big Band, Bop, until today.
America's indigenous art form,
born here, appreciated everywhere,
we are proud of all these marvelous musicians
who bring joy and recognition for us all to share.
********
...to Miles Davis in particular, R.I.P.
Categories:
miles davis, music,
Form: Quatrain
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Wonders Of The World
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2015
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Black Wonders
Of
The World
Categories:
miles davis, black african american, celebrity,
Form: Shape
A delightful day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
I saw medieval masterpieces and Plains Indians art
The weather was finally decent here in New York
I purchased a print of Miles Davis - the late, great jazz artist
I will hang it on my wall tomorrow
Music has a powerful effect on consciousness
Does it have more of an effect on the spirit than poetry does?
Depends who you talk to
Music and art bring relief from the information barrage
Read that thousands just died in Nepal
due to an earthquake
in the Asian country of Nepal
Take refuge - poetic brothers and sisters
In the words which stream forth from the poets of the world
Categories:
miles davis, inspirational, poetry,
Form: Free verse
This is an attempt to go further than thought can contain
Something like when prince got off on purple rain
We wander these unleveled streets
Without long barreled heat
Seeking pain to meet
But taste not defeat
My stride floats without feet
Not a crawl but a creep
The second coming of Langston Hughes
Miles Davis couldnt blow these blues
Constructing unbreakable foundations using words as tools
Life in the fourth quarter and breaking all the rules
Fear not the atmospere but what lurks beyond
Resemblance of a childhood thats to far gone
Some hearts cry out when others yawn
We built this city but wont stand upon.
Categories:
miles davis, food, growing up, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
A stirring lilac breeze for an alarm or,
alternatively, a morning dove's song
Minimum one, maximum two people
absolutely no minors
Several medium-firm pillows
a well-fluffed quilt, untucked
Two auto-frying eggs and strips of bacon
and auto-toasting toast, buttered, triangular
A large glass of freshly-squeezed (by someone else)
pink grapefruit juice
Espresso served in tiny cups à la volonté
steamed milk upon request
A stout newspaper, of which no more than 50%
can be composed of actual news
Miles Davis "Kind Of Blue" looping
in the background
One pair of loose fitting boxer shorts with t-shirt
one pair of bare feet, regardless of the season
And absolutely, positively
no planning whatsoever
Categories:
miles davis, life,
Form: Free verse
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