Scats Poems - Poems about Scats

...Today, my hair is jazz— wild coils improvising in the wind, syncopated with no apology. It scats when I walk, riffs when I laugh, and plays the truth off-key because it knows perfection never ......

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...Why did the moon rise tonight all red faced? Is it embarrassed by humans disgraced, By their uncaring disregard and waste, On the planet they have trashed and defaced? Why do they come up here wi......

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...Scats scattered in field tell who or what's been there. Footprints lined up like string of daisy chain stick figures in rogues gallery outside the window, tell who's been where, and when. ......

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...A toast....... Of elegant swagger From a "cocked" tail On all four legs With moves of Fred Astaire, he graces Your attention with Haughty green eyes and a black satin jacket Hi skits...........

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... Blinded to all of the desirable flaws within pillow reach Shallow beauty of uneven temperament rises and falls with the tide of X-ray attraction Ultraviolet thoughts in visible rang......

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...Footprints in sand, indelible till the tide comes in, reliable impressions, etched, embedded, enveloped to form an album of traces: crab hole excavations, scurries of hurrying birds, seaweed tw......

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...That day has arrived The one I thought will never come Oh! Not for him at list For he’s the greater one of all, Oh! The black dark cloud fell I used to sit outside the house, The one I u......

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...Down under Asunder There's worlds of wonder Where etiquette Meets surrogate And the dress code's Downright Confederate Slithering among creepy crawlers That descend from the Heavenly puke-......

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...White noise echoes equally from wall to painted mural, dancing like a whimsy wisp of width; where waters drip and notes all slip, sound patrols the minute holes that cause acoustic depression; pizzic......

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...Man, just listen These black cats Do those scats and meows, Rolling up and down This black and white ivory Piano keyboard Man that is true Jazz improvisation, In progress......

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