Riffing Poems - Poems about Riffing

...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......

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...A TV drones on Background noise Riffing on a trash can Moments Without moment Motionless predators Devouring their prey Popcorn Stuck between the teeth A reminder of joy’s Transient cheese ......

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...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky... Despite being a nineteen year old bride she wed Boyce Brandon Harris half a decade her senior, (where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes) during the mont......

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...Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night What’s near when all that you can contain is silen......

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...I remember fun like I've woken from a dream Talking utter nonsense, riffing on a theme Dancing with the dog and phoning up a friend Not dragged down by disapproval about to descend I know all the......

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...Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation Though anyone who saw and/or watched local news would be more wise the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation ca......

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...left you flat like a domino Passe clings to crazy ways Ramon is blitzed trying to bop You two What are you looking for Eagley takes it easily Stand just buy me That's Bennie we call him the ki......

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...lone crimson leaf whisked away on day's breath floating endlessly my mind in thoughts drifts wayward on a breeze as i land artistically in your arms through dreams......

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...Religions try People cry Fear abounds A wife wails in the night Trying to pick up the fragments of her life Like so many pieces of glass embedded in carpet Men preach People listen Hoping......

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...forgotten sound of a father's voice, only a fond memory of English Leather, faces of children not one's remembered, melancholia captioned, while snared in long wars bereft of true glor......

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...Things are different Whats the piece thats missing Feeling the wind push back thru all the bytchin Riffing Like overdosin a perscription In my cross hairs the vision So whats the point of m......

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...Yes this is all true Everything I wrote in this My eyes n mind as a witness Becuz these are my feelings Feelings that are real Not no confession to an oppression or depressive or alternate obj......

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...Quiet! Quiet! No distraction or reaction to the situation of creation unfolding syncopation ... a blues distillation. As the sax-o-phone does groan into a tirade the parade of ticks and t......

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...Quiet! Quiet! ... no distraction or reaction to the situation of creation unfolding syncopation with a blues distillation. No words to disturb the ears of fears that leers from behind walls ......

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