Short Jazzing Poems
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Everyone enjoying
Beers moving
Wines moving
Forks jazzing with plates
Music in the air
Dancing all over
Eating to the fullest
Boozing beers
Slow music in air
That is party time.
seagulls' wings flitter
wild waves hustle into cliffs ~
jazzing tropic sun
~
shaggy mangroves sway
ivory clouds twist and twirl~
waltzing 'neath June sky
6/25/2020
Jazzing around,
the black humming bee
swings along with the strings
Fiddles, guitars
in the piano bars
keeping a-slamming the floor
The music is growing
from under the feet
of the Dancer:
THE BEAT!
More lifeforms live on our skin than people on the planet
Are these guys jazzing me, do I seem like a sucker magnate
This really can't be true
It's like an invisible zoo
If they terminate this guy's position, they'd get my ballot
Charlie and Louis
John and Miles
Bebop to Modal
Two different styles
Soul passions blowing
Harmonically through horns
Notes and chords flowing
One world and two forms
Two different times
Pioneering colossal movements
Mind-blowing lines
Luminating transitional attunements
Woodwind to brass
Saxing and trumpeting
Sweet music long last
Four sultans jazzing
Something I've always wondered about
A subject near and dear to my heart
Why don't sheep shrink in the rain
It's puzzled me right from the start!
A theory that sometimes is bandied about
Maybe their wool is non-shrinking
Sounds quite a bit far fetched to me
Someone's jazzing me I'm thinking!
Quite plausible if you think about it though
But whether it's true or it's not
Sheep I've talked to don't give a rat's ass
Damn wool is making them hot!
The sunset quivers
on memory’s sea.
Reminiscence dreams
of you and me.
Mellow tones
in golden hues
jazzing the steps
with hidden clues.
Reflections move
in quavering depth.
Dreaming for me
is a forward step;
There’s room
in this boat, now,
for more than we.
You’ve become
the memory
of how it should be
With true love
a reflection,
ever following me
I’ll launch
from this shore
into life’s sea.
© Debra Squyres
01/31/14