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 flavored
Fingertips
Searching the remote
For the present
Deleting the detritus
Of a black and white past
The doorbell
Announces
An unsolicited solicitation
Breaking the mood
Of an endless
……moment
Categories:
riffing, nonsense, time,
Form: Free verse
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 king
Davies bowing out he's going through some changes
Len and Mac Snooped out with the Doc
smoking imagination Chronically outback
well live and let
Back to the party
That's Abbey shes dancing like a queen
wants to live forever
That's Chuck we call him D That Tasty Tea
and he is G a professor riffing about the power fight
You two is he with you or
That's Will he picks up up about midnight
El tongue is pierced its messing up your song
This foxy lady will be anywhere the hens drink
Hes Garf and Si they are always silent
Say hello to mr blue Thats Skye
Those two who turned
the bar to an oasis
Definately pissed Maybe don't know
The guy by the Radio
thats head
hes a bit of a creep
Kurt was coming but there was something on his way
There Art Rick
He's a monkey
Eh Do i wanna know what
Can't here you
for the tunes
i never forgot
Categories:
riffing, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
riffing, dream,
Form: Free verse
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 to find a magic solution
To the problems of life
Only to realize that dreams
Will only happen if they have
Open minds
Clear eyes
Pure hearts
Categories:
riffing, life, religious,
Form: Free verse
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 glory,
cordite charred, world weary,
heavy hearted,
heavy handed,
heavy lidded,
minutes whip past
like a lash on raw skin,
gilded ages burst like flack,
eons too much when unwelcome
too little too soon,
moments spent like carnival tokens,
spin cycle of life
a kaleidoscope swoon,
awaken to dotage,
snippets of melodies
riffing toe tapped,
younger days, younger legs,
when life was as simple
as a pair of rubber soled shoes,
leg tapped,
tap away.
Categories:
riffing, father, memory, old,
Form: Free verse
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 me
writing this then
Idk
I will go back and forth til im
pointed north
Whats the sort
The one thats hard to court
Hard to handle hard to export
Idk
Ill clear a path as i go
As i keep walking
Fo sho
Right now im breathing so
This season is the time to gain
control......
Peace
Categories:
riffing, absence
Form: Rhyme
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 tocks
licks and knocks
reverberate from the drummer,
bass strummer and pi-an-o
to congeal into real
high fueled blues.
Up and down the scales
the moan wails
a lascivious groan
lusty riffs thrown
by metal and ivory
into the ether to
sway with a sashay
under a blue moon.
Categories:
riffing, music
Form: Free verse
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 in the night
creepy crawlies all in fright
from a blues light.
As the sax-o-phone
does groan into a tirade
the parade of ticks and tocks
licks and knocks
reverberate from the drummer,
bass strummer and pi-an-o
to congeal into real
high fuel for the blues.
Up and down the scales
the moan wails
from a steamy groan
lusty riffs thrown
by metal and ivory
into the ether to be
swayed with under a blue moon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` for Amy Green's contest
Choose One, Have Fun .... "Jazz"
Categories:
riffing, music
Form: Free verse