If wisdom was a picture, how beautiful she’d be.
Words melting into hues, in perfect harmony.
Truth revealed for all to see in reflective symmetry.
Like rhythmic waves flowing in an open sea.
Wear something nice
Not to fancy
Check the heels
On those shoes
Tonight I feel like
dancing
This is a lovers
Interlude
Iwe feel in love in
Ole Dell Rio
Under a Strawberry
Moon
It ain't that complicated
It's our destiny
I assume
She's such a sophisticated
Lady
Darling can I hold your
Hand
It's a privilege to say
Your my lady
I'm so proud to
be your man
Now and then I would
Answer
If only you would ask
I'd kiss you now
It neither chore or task
We feel in love
In Ole Dell Rio
Put a flower in
Her hair
She is such a sexy woman
I could watch and stare
Melodic music
depths me
in deep thought…
and as it is
with such thoughts
about our creator
what we think
and hope for
can’t be divorced
from place and time
in history
culture and ourstory…
Our reality here
is not of heaven
but of this
bi-polar earth
and our freedom
and liberation
must be sought
in this reality…
Check it out…
heaven is beyond time
and earth-bound stories
but as earthly beings
we are fixed here
in definite time
stories and culture
and we can not divorce
ourselves from such realities…
Just think about it…
our liberation has never
been nor should ever
be a mere fusing
of concepts
rather our liberation is
and has always been
a strategized perceived
process…
So just go and sit down
on the dock of time
and don’t worry
about a thing
for everything
is going to be
alright
for we are recipients
of an almighty healing
amazing grace
and it has our backs
in life’s “Trane-like” race…
Beneath the ancient boughs
Stories of ages pass
The copse of cedars stand silent
As the wind sighs, whispers hidden secrets of time
Their shadows waltz in the sun
A play of light and dark
The truths they veil in their green leaves
Of memories, lost and found
A rhythmic hymn of earth and sky.
Love between the two of us is a rhythmic dance, a romance
in the most sensual and subtle prelude we are wooed.
We share amorous flirting without need for words asserting
our intentions but sparked by an ember as we remember
our yearning and burning flames of fire, the wanton desire.
The nights spent together in love's passion, and the fashion
of your whispers on my nape, calling my name as you claim
me as your own. Our hearts beating in sync as one, and none
I've ever known made me feel completely sated. We're fated
to be together without a reason to sever our love. Forever
will we share the last dance, the last kiss, making love like this.
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Sentimental rhythms soothe the soul
Nostalgic song in hearts remain
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Rhapsody of joy to attain
Sing along as the lyrics roll
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Sentimental rhythms soothe the soul
11-4-2024
I entered the world of sleep,
Where creations danced on waves.
Cliffs loomed vast and deep,
Their mystery stirred the brave.
The rhythmic ocean’s motion,
And the world’s life-laden view,
Revealed secrets of the ocean,
Surprisingly witnessed by few.
I watched a sailor take his ride,
Steering the boat with flair—then he fell.
Though currents surged with the spring tide,
I held tight to my precious shell.
Then crackling sounds broke the dream,
Nature’s embrace slipped away, so nice.
For a moment, bound by a wild, green theme,
Till reality struck—my bowl of rice.
Dance to the
sound of
waves
The cymbals create,
A mesmerizing sound
Reaching their brass highs
I sit listening to the blues come alive.
The music is guiding me,
Reminding me of sounds and sights
We've infused our vibes, our lives
In our tune's beat, making it sound all right!
I stroll down the streets,
I can hear the Musicians Nine
They're blowing into their tin horns
Enticing everyone around them to listen.
Tiny Foster is there:
Effortlessly strumming on his cords
Making enchanting melodies on his
Beat-nick guitar; he records.
People are passionately sitting,
They started reciting in their poetries
Speaking their lines in rhythmic rhymes
Talking in verse, laying out some lines.
Representing themselves profoundly with articulations,
In the beauty of prose, it was best that I mention
An atmosphere that leads on for hours, contemplations
You can get lost in it if you give in to an elongation.
In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,
Were jazz and jive spill from ajar,
We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,
And speak in verses, raw and without pause.
The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat,
Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone,
We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat,
In its sync with life yet distinctly our own.
We are scribes of midnight's whispered tales,
Our ink, the dreams that dance in smokey air,
Each line is a track on which our spirit sails,
A journey deep, beyond the skin, we dare.
So let us write, with passion as our guide,
Some beat poems, where truths cannot slide.
Then we'll take a carpet ride,
Sail across space standing side by side.
rhythm is lovely
music is essential
you are beautiful
i am complete
beats are infectious
the day is pure perfect
your smile is the perfect vacation from time
i am enamored
jazz is the precise selection
the skies are as blue as your natural beauty
i smile at the gentle sway of your walk towards me
i am truly blessed that you chose me
What lay’s buried in my memory
Is my memory sometimes lies
Bloody Mary quite contrary
The canary quickly dies
Now the monkey’s in the middle
You know some monkeys don’t mean jack
Only if you meddle with a monkey
With a monkey on your back
You’re all set on settling changes
And the hope that change can bring
But if that change don’t change the outcome
Then that change won’t change a thing
If the proof is in the pudding
Then I’m the pudding in the proof
When your output starts inputting
Is when your heart pumps out the truth
~Billy Hitz~
The sun went down to a melancholy beat.
Harmonizing with the day's waning deceit
A motion was seen in the evening shadow.
Nightfall triggered mystery and hallow.
It could have been a superb writer.
Setting a fascinating story's vibe insider
As the wind tickled my flesh gently.
An airy glow drew the moon intently.
Coral jasmine blossoms in clumped form.
I realize I'm in a peaceful, intriguing charm.
A nostalgic ode to leisure and repose
Wordsmiths retreat to tears and prose.
Under the aesthetic Gulmohar tree.
Where peace gently swings with glee.
A place seemed the same as a safe haven.
As balm for poets where hearts are driven.
Only their tears could reach there.
Boost poetic flow; the rack is bare.
Written: May 23, 2023
A beat up club with a broken sign
‘Dreamers wanted! Dead or alive. ‘
Blood overlay on the stage,
I could see how it was;
Music pulsating;
Rhythmic visions
penetrate
with the
past.
The hand that caresses the face of love
lingers softly, to tremble on the skin
a smile offers gentle thoughts to dream of
as we cross the primordial again
reverent eyes will inquire in silence
to connect our souls without a shared word
in this world, where time has no compliance
when the rhythmic beats of our hearts are heard
this feathered touch with its smooth trailing trace
a tender tether of love's interlude
when quiet moments measure love's embrace
this realm caressed, this sacred solitude
to brush the face of love, fingers express
will cause our eyes to meet as they express
10/30/22
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