Short Riffs Poems

No more
Riffs o’er. 

Half time
No mime. 

Will stand
Sound grand. 

Without 
The tout. 

Zayn’s cool 
We rule....

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Thelonius Monk
we must credit with the first ever Tomahawk Dunk
in between riffs
he was in no way discouraged by his occasional whiffs....

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...fine figs bent to the rhythms
and calls of the waning wind;
crushed coda,bruised belts, rent riffs...

    '21:01:05:20:22

Note: of crushed calls....

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RAIN

River dancers on the shingles
Attenuating rhythmic shifts
Icy shivery down neck tingles
Nuances of seasoned riffs


John G. Lawless
10/23/2015...

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the beat of the drums

the riffs and the runs

is what drives the dance

date: 11/19/2021

Poetry Contest: Hiku (Disciplined Brevity)

sponsor: William Kekaula...

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Chasing gold causes unforeseen riffs
too often it sends one over a cliff
but a stream stone is a true friend
whispers there's a fatal fall up ahead 
Many perished with pyrite in fists...

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Restful energy collecting
With moving visions that come,
Lite within easy reach,
Single purpose in mind.

Preludes and overtures,
Contatas and riffs,
Scores of passages lined
Inlaided and veneered....

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mind song riffs*
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani** 
drums of black thunder percuss*** 
then the sky opens



*riff a short series of notes
  which create a melody
**skin covered drums
***to tap on...

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Hope a firm raft is
 
Sailing over the rough seas

Among parlous riffs,
 
Determined to reach the shores

Of dreams' realization!*








© Demetrios Trifiatis
        29 May 2021
-
* Tanka: 5-7-5-7-7...

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Sammy Davis and Ella Fitzgerald, jazz singers
Their b'deed'lee-dip riffs on the Sullivan show didn't linger
   In America's consciousness, and that's really too bad
   They were surely the best jazz singers America's ever had...

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contest that never was                                                                                            who's to judge the changing Riffs                                                                             make music anyway...

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I wanted to be 
an electric guitar,
to vibrantly run my screams in
melodically riffs and solos...
Turning my pains into art...
But I'm just that... lone cello
how bitter and silent
dies of thirst in a corner
without performing any blues.... !...

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Prime rib burnt
Heat culprit
Some sides weren't

Bean salad
Garden fresh
Taste valid

Christmas gifts 
Jesus birth
Music  riffs

12/23/2019

Have a Merry 3-Cubed Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Checked with How Many syllables...

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Too many sailors who have lived to tell,
Her siren song permeates,
day by day it fell.
Luring in ships to crash,
break,
splinter on cliffs,
She masters ethereal crescendos,
opera riffs.

Each day leads boats astray,
the reel of the sea witch,
Nay terror,
her voice pitch rich is much more bewitch....

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Falling riffs like spangled gold,
And sounding drums seem to explode
A surge of tapping, dancing feet,
The piano’s notes, mon coeur entreat.
Cherie amour the air is ''sweet'', so silver laced,
Each face reflects another’s shine
As endeavours fruit is taken in
Like fragrant mellow wine.


© Joe Maverick 03-08-2010...

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Like death toll the ticking of the clock
Second-hand tocs
To the silence riffs
In a physicians examination room
The switching the wall calls down
Electric flow ticking away patients
Tic tic tic seconds waiting breathe
If one is afraid to wait until death

8/11/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©...

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i played
your song on
first keyboards
in fifthes but swichted

to playing
your song on
guitar riffs in lead
melody expressivly

but your
melody has
become my malady
expressedly expressing

what not
in minor keys
please give me
the right to drive

as
i've
been
declared

the
sober
driver
may i have another pint...

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Spreading whiteness before my eeys
waiting for letters,
letters making words
making syllabic riffs.

Empty page reflects blankness
of a mind's vocation:
No Thinking Allowed ...
to no purpose.  Its time to trade
this page for prose.

Unamused muse empty now
in an 8 x 11 world
of stark, bright wood pulp
pressed flat as my brain....

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hoisted hankerings puke
nauseating vying view
lofty lust yawns
puncturing pulpy lawn
twain tainted tune
mystic melody prune

rusty riffs blush
under octave's touch 
callous crescendoes' crush

smirking pitch pitches
gaunt glissando clinches
birthing sumptuous A6


tuning atmosphere tenses
malady melts music.
    '20:01:30:06:18...

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When I hear your voice
Makes me feel like my favorite color Blue 
It’s calming and exciting too 
Releasing all my bound energy
Does my body good listening to you
Your Riffs sound like a Cello playing in a symphony Enunciating certain words that gives me pleasure
I love your Vocal range from baritone to falsetto 
Hearing you sing I hope its forever...

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The chosen
tone deaf
to their fortune

Musicians
their heads
in the sand

The roadies
eat pizza
still frozen

While Angels
play bass
in the band

Indulgence
the pick 
on their fretboard 

Entranced
by the lure
of the bong

Benighted
the riffs
play without them

Not going
or coming
— just gone

(The New Room: March, 2024) 
...

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If it hadn't been for poetry
what would I have done
with all those cliffs
I almost jumped off of--
with all the riffs
in the music of my life
I couldn't seem
to get enough of.
With all the passion
I imagined I couldn't
live without.  Poetry
was the place I passed up
the junctions I might
have chosen otherwise,
when Wise had nothing
to do with it.  You can 
be sure of it: Poetry
saved my life....

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The lady was quite civic minded,
as a nun she always presided
midnight to noon on the harp 
until her old dog did bark
Mum I fear your tune is one-sided!

The dog said must I refer you to this,
the deed you long ago signed with a kiss
and a pip on the head,
a tenet until dead,
my howls deified along with your riffs.
...

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If it had not been for poetry,
what would I have done
with all those cliffs
I almost jumped off of--
with all the riffs
in the music of my life
I couldn't seem to get enough
of--with all the passion
I imagined I could not
live without.  Poetry
was the place I passed up
junctions I might
have chosen otherwise,
when Wise had nothing
to do with it.  You can
be sure of it: Poetry
saved my life....

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My last goodbye
Wrapped inside a melody
I hope my words
Gave you eyes to see

This is my swan song
Nothing left to share
Hope my words inspire you
Hope that you care

Did you memorize every lyric?
Did you learn all the riffs?
One last song to say goodbye
This is my final gift

Don't ever forget who you are
And the things important to you
Life's too short not to sing-along
To this my swan song...

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