Short Trane Poems
Short Trane Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trane by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trane by length and keyword.
The 'Sax' and 'Trumpet'
That 'Trane' ran for four big 'Miles'
Through the 'Big Fifties'
Improvisation 'So Cool'
Driving jazz to a new day
Violis
Vrolik, opgewek en bly
klink nog ‘n suiwer klank
van die violis se viool.
Die deuntjie tol
na ‘n dalende mineur mol
Iemand laat rol
sy trane van emosies.
Op laas word hy toegejuig
en bestrooi met
wit en bloedrooi rosies.
Form:
"IT N' EST
PAS SAGE DE
BOO LE FAUORIL !
LE QUAH,
LE QUAH
LE QUAH !
HI BOU, HI BOU,
IGNORE-LE !
LE MOO !
LE MOO !
IGNORE , LA
TRANE !"
SUM THANG BIN EATIN OUR
COWS AGAIN!
VAISSEAU SPATIAL !
VAISSEAU SPATIAL !
REGARDEZ DANS LE CIEL !
LE QUAH !
LE QUAH !
I AM LE TRANE !
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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CRUISING WITH TRANE...
(Apropos John Coltrane)
Sometimes
in a blue note mood
i take the A-Trane
into a soprano night
And listen
to moonlight thrills
of beautiful sable birds
Monking around
with satin dolls
in search
of a love supreme:
Spiritual cruising with Trane
is still one of my favorite things.
Moving 'Round Midnight'
Before Miles and Miles of Trane
Thelonious Monk
Playing the white and black keys
Preparing food for the soul
After a tired
labor of love day
got on the Trane
and after a few Miles
I reached Monk
later laying
back travelling
towards Sarah
and Nina
and after
getting Dizzy
headed West
boarded Bird
flying onto Art
leaving me
to ink
this poetic flow
I’m sharing with you
before my melatonin
MJQ disembark
to peacefully Cannonball
deeply into
poetic gigging…
Swart trane
Donker gees
Gebroke hart
Eensaam siel
My lewe het tot stilstand gekom toe ek jou ontmoet
My lewe het bedoeling gekry toe ek jou ontmoet
My lewe is nou verby as gevolg van jou
My lewe is nou niks as gevolg van jou
Eks ingedoen
Eks gebreek
Eks teleurgestel
Eks moeg en uitgeput
Eks nie meer lus om aan te gaan nie
Eks nie meer lus om te hoop nie
Eks nie meer lus vir wat kom nie
Want wat kom is donker en leeg
Daar is min soos eensaamheid
Maar hier is ek nou
In n donker put
Die diepste put
Wat ek self met my
Eie bloedige hande gegrawe het
Die rooi bloed wat my hande vlek
Is my eie
Die trane wat oor my wage rol
Is my eie
Die houtpaal deur my hart
Is my eie
Eensaam
Verlore
Hulpeloos
Sielloos
Le ek in my put en vergaan
My siel is besig om te vlok in die wind
My hart veras in n see van self haat
So verdrunk ek in my eie bloed van
Eensaamheid