Short Improvisation Poems

The 'Sax' and 'Trumpet'
That 'Trane' ran for four big 'Miles'
Through the 'Big Fifties'
Improvisation 'So Cool'
Driving jazz to a new day...

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Play it again Ed,
Elgar's Alice suddenly said;
A simple improvisation
Led to fourteen variartions-
On family,friends and a dog.

Tribute to his Enigma....

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   improvisation
   to better serve the nation
   like lightning was he deposed

     now all seems composed 
     ~ forced smiles seize the duration
...

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With no fuss, 
no bother, 
no prompting
the gracious, 
generous giver gives,
in somber silence, 
unnoticed, 
a joyously 
benevolent 
improvisation,
in the silent way....

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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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play
   of the pulse
noisless
   impatient

in a
     dreamy
       magical light
tones
 of
     muted thoughts
emerge

then
       berthed
as
word pictured
                     poetry...

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The yellow metal 
protecting the unborn
will catapult to outrageous heights.

*

Sky confronts the Mars
in improvisation. On earth,
the dead were lying side by side.

*

Ah, the mercy killing
of oneself. Out of compassion
or taking a revenge ?


Satish Verma...

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“Necessity is the mother of invention,”
Making the case for improvisation,
Seafarers would say, “jerry-rigging,”
Results can often create a sensation.
Using what’s at hand to get a job done
Sometimes new and better ways ensue
I’ve been known to fix it with duct tape
As a last resort, I’ve used Elmer’s glue.

Written August 30, 2022...

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your frightened sense is enough,
valor-wrapped
in braincell’s guts, 
and this
because -

(two clicks watch)
one
man just went; and
I have drenched
your two dry sentries' 
arteries
in a blood-shot tide.

precious rises
time and pressure
presses the vena cava;
will you split-run
at zero hours,
or lie alive,
(save one pump) 
and bunk with  
penitence?...

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The pain of someone
discovering
who I am
leaves me
raw

But

Creep inside my mind
take a quick peek
at how we
are the
same

Because

Heart hidden mem’ries
of our last kiss
recall you
to my
mind

As

Sweet Pandora’s box
is waiting to
be opened
at your
touch

Because

With your artist’s soul,
you’ve engraved your
name on my
poet’s
heart ...

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If you see a hawk
on a bough at field's edge
beyond the corner you should have turned
maybe it's a sign to go on.

Such as during an improvisation on
Flamingo or I've Got You Under My Skin
you play in the wrong key or mode completely
maybe it's a sign to go on, in the wrong key.

Or when my sons cry not wanting
to be alone, I'm upstairs writing
or just enjoying trees in every direction
it too may be a sign to go on alone....

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Jazz
birds of heaven in dance
soul and jazz
dance of soul
In Jazz
notes of deep in tones
burned
In old with youth
A blue
In cry
Is jazz
out-
caged man
the roots of man
Is jazz
the woman's desire
She holds in heart
Is jazz
The vision
dreamer trances
is a jazz
When Roses are born
In buds
Of hope
A jazz
The mystery
In eyes
Of lover is jazz
In euphoria of life
where music
Is twisted in life
Improvisation in jazz
Is a life...

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When I was young,in summer sun
the excitement of life,just begun,
hours seemed like days, and days
by brooklets,still,we lazed;
When I was young,in poverty
simple pleasures were had ,for free
improvisation was our key,
for sport,fishing or climbing tree;
When I was young,before tv
books and radio were for me,
putting a face to voice and place
the birth of creativity.

Frugal times,spent so close to home
sans shopping malls and telephone...

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When I was young,in summer sun
the excitement of life,just begun,
hours seemed like days, and days
by brooklets,still,we lazed;
When I was young,in poverty
simple pleasures were had ,for free
improvisation was our key,
for sport,fishing or climbing tree;
When I was young,before tv
books and radio were for me,
putting a face to voice and place
the birth of creativity.

Frugal times,spent so close to home
sans shopping malls and telephone...

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VIVALDI PHRASIS
O faithful shepherd dispel my
disquieting thoughts of love
toward my shepherdess.Let
harmonic inspiration of extravagant 
improvisation and invention flow
from my lyre and piccolo as I
withdraw and rest;just one night of
sound of the goldfich and nightingale,
instead of Spring,Summer,Autumn 
and Winter harmonized into one.
From Vivaldi musical  titles translated

Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro...

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It’s a wild ocean filled with sharks,
that’s exactly why I love it;
Risky waves may swallow you whole,
they could lead to a mellow sandbar;

That’s exactly why I love it; 
Filled with so much improvisation,
each tide unique washing over me;

Risky waves may swallow you whole 
you’re reduced to blood in the water;
Dive deep you could become prey;

They could lead to a mellow sandbar 
filled with the softest of shallows;
Just hang ten, the surf’s got you....

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Listen to poem:

The oomph and zing of extra spin
adds razzmatazz to shot akin
to the standing ovation din
a hole in one gets for a win.

The cream screams to the top.

The razzle and dazzle of dance 
shake, rattle and roll of romance 
is enhanced by the oddball prance
of a jitterbug jive freelance.

Bebop is king of pop.

Jazz embodies the extra dash
of syncopated mish and mash
adding gems of splish, splosh and splash
improvisation in a flash.

Flip-flop until you stop....

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