What a cat was Razzmatazz -
small, smooth and sleek.
Guests would call and in she’d slink
just to take a peek.
What a cat was Razzmatazz.
Languidly she’d preen.
Eyes I still cannot define
were they gold or green?
What a cat was Razzmatazz
and a little fat.
Even if she lay around,
I was fine with that.
What a cat was Razzmatazz.
As I stroked her fur,
she would start her motor up
with a smooth jazz purr!
What a cat was Razzmatazz.
Had to say goodbye
when my cat got really sick.
Sad she had to die.
Dancing out on a limb fits mighty fine with me
don't need no tango nor fandango
give me razzmatazz and all that jazz
the whole shebang to set my soul free
breaking out on the floor feels pretty good to me
don't want no rumba or no samba
give me a beat to move my feet
and set my soles free
I can rock with the best of them
roll with the rest of them
born to boogie I'm a rock 'n' roll man
the spotlight's the only place to be
anything less is second best
in the limelight's home to me
a rock 'n' roll man is what I am
Season your salads
Spice them up with reggae
Same goes for entrées
Mademoiselle gourmet
Leave your food bland
It lacks razzmatazz
If you like meals that sparkle
Add a few notes of jazz
Razzmatazz is jazz beyond roots and blues.
Razzle-dazzle kaleidoscope of hues.
Music and dance with multi-color moves.
Its pizzazz and cool schmooze amuses.
It fizzes glitz and glamour in views.
Which delight even the sanest muses,
To write poems no reader refuses,
To be dazzled, frazzled by its uses
Of words come to play with no excuses.
Echoes of 52nd Street
In the beginning was the Word . . .
_______
Ahh, listen
to his gentle jazz,
this quiet bit
of razzmatazz,
a classic string
of notes in time,
yet timeless,
interspersed with rhyme,
like Coltrane
calling on the ‘phone
to tell you of
his favorite things,
or Bird’s bent bebop
when you’re all alone,
it echoes 52nd Street.
But it isn’t Bebop.
It’s not the cool.
It’s not even
the birth of
electric cool.
It’s a brand-new jesus
come to jazz,
with classic bits
of razzmatazz,
and quiet strings
of notes in time,
interspersed with
timeless rhyme,
like Coltrane
calling on the ‘phone,
or Bird’s bent bebop
when you’re all alone,
it echoes . . .
52nd Street.
a razzmatazz sheen
the feel of silken softness -
petting ebony
you settle near me
small paws wrapped around my hand. . .
your lullaby purr
my happiness
when you nuzzle me. . .
can I be your catnip?
Two traditional haiku and a questionku
Razzmatazz. A long lost song
From a long lost band, Pulp
Freed from your Orange Juice,
Hailing from Scotland, who’s final king
Was Forest Whittaker, trophy winner
The only one Cleveland’s ever seen (but apparently, it rocks)
With its gray skied eyes and Factory blacked lungs,
A cancer felt but not seen-everything gives you Cancer.
Joe Jackson has a good point, and a good beat
Down this song is on your ears, like a Bullet to the Head
Courtesy of four angry boys raging against the machine
Yes you god damn library printer, lying through your teeth
To frustrated, harried people lying
In the hands of god.
John Lennon didn’t believe in you, why should I?
Why should I care, I’m out of my brain on the Train,
That two hit wonder coming to Cleveland July 9th,
Five days after the fireworks are lit
Indoors by Elvis Costello, with the cigarette
Of Ben Folds, over smoky, deep purple waters
Much prettier than Erie, that eats away the bones--
Well put Thom Yorke, unrelated to the Duke
Who built a city, then built it anew on Amsterdam
Not the kind Chris Martin locked away
With keys of Ebony and Ivory.
Razzmatazz is a rustle of drizzle
hip hopping pops of baby raindrops
June showers boogie on flowers
with trails of dripping cloud tails
Razzmatazz of blue jazz
playing on ceilings
ripples double
in summer
strolls!
©
Debbie Guzzi’s For Love of Language
By nette onclaud
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