Short Jazz Band Poems
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I'll just step
very softly,
tip toe,
on this blank page.
My inner critic?
fast asleep!
Perhaps
I'll tap dance,
lightly,
while he snores.
For freedom
has a jazz band beat
...soon twirling dizzily...
Shhh!
The prison guard stirs.
9/27/2019
Yalto Poems Only Contest
Emile Pinet, Sponsor
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks!
He's 'King of the Home'
in his high chair and gown,
taking his feedings with
dreams of being downtown;
his jazz band was playing
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneaking drinks from old Joe,
playing cards in the back,
going upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behaving himself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as 'King of the Sticks!'
He's 'King of the Home'
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as 'King of the Sticks.'
...for jazz people everywhere
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway,
he remembers those times
like it's just yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks.
Your stirring within me seeks liberty,
instruments of your release, versatile:
the human voice, guitar strings, piano…
orchestra or jazz band.
Accompanied by long hours of practice
your company, is strangely addictive;
No matter how I try to set you free,
you're there in my heartland.
O, fuel of my soul's best expression,
you energize my mind and emotions.
Moving me to tears, moving me to praise,
how? I cannot understand.
edited, April 5, 2017
Blue skies gives my imagination joy"s.
The soaring of a plane to a new place.
The Pandemic limits all of our toys.
Early morning dew drops are in our face.
Traveling with eyes only girls and boys.
Roll down emerald's land of Ireland.
Visualize being in that pretty land.
In your mind walking the grand Seggettii.
Figurtively join New Orleans jazz band
Envision Italy's cheese spaghetti.
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October 13, 2020
Dizain Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
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He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
taking his feedings with
dreams of being' downtown;
his jazz band was playing'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneaking drinks from old Joe,
playing cards in the back,
going upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behaving himself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Sticks.
*******
...for all the old jazzmen