Her sparkling words seemed strung as gems
Upon a lyric golden chain
Her songs settled soft as fresh falling snow.
Now haunting hearts in huts heard on the heath,
Mourning on moonless nights, warble music
Such as soundless Sharon once sweetly sung.
Man, What’s the Rush?
Music swirls like a summer storm, each note becoming a new form/
The horn speaks free in smoky jazz club rooms/
where jazz shadows sway and silence drinks in Monk's play/
Syncopated verses leap/
Sonic abstract jazz finds new life in innovative, revolutionary organic jazz, steppin' out into a new cookin' funk orchestration/
Guitarist John McLaughlin Grooves awaken in the mind, and meditation settles there/
a quiet home within the soul that is reelin' in the feelin'/
Man, that's something' else/
You bein' a cosmic swing jazz philosopher sing speaking' the hip dialogue of Ken Nordine/
In the clutter of a jazz-lit life/
art becomes a quiet riot rebellion/ and the work of our political jazz masters hang deep in our horn playin' activism of truth/ ya dig?
Here, in this sound stage of life
The day keeps shouting/
It has to be done/
But the horn bends time and asks, Man, what’s the rush?
Written by: Vaquero Waddie
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
when you're chomping at the bit
the Withers of a horse is used
to measure height
Straight from the horse's mouth
believe what he say's
don't fail to wear your Halter
in your certain disipline
find yourself a true lover
one you call your freind
Backing the wrong horse
will have ya'll airing out ya'll's lungs
I could have told you she didn't
want all that kissy stuff
tire of you before
it was over
cause she plumb had enough
a great relationship
has it all
walk trot and cantar
slow when you need it slow
fast when it needs ah-cantar
you'll know when it's right
a smooth steady pace
I reckon all things like this
it the same all over the place
Left me so behind,
Should you still be one of mine,
You weren't just one of mine, but the only one,
And I was only someone.
Guess I chased a cloud
That disappeared without a sound,
You weren't there to catch my fall,
You just rained on me, that's all.
No use shouting in a vacuum where no sound can go,
Or explaining to those who never cared to know.
So I'll grow into the new me, the one who's coming through,
For this time, I'm done being blue.
At dusk, I hear that ghostly call
beneath the pale face of the moon;
I wander, wishing you were not gone.
A curlew’s cry says you’re not gone;
yet I am summoned by that call,
which spills its silver sorrow on the moon.
All reflects the mournful moon;
I wait for footsteps, but you’re gone;
the curlew keeps its vigil, call by call.
Its call beneath the moon names what is gone.
The Dying Trance
A soul will rot
in boredom
The spirits
dying trance
Once disengaged
all feelings fade
without
— a sideward glance
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
What Eyes Miss
Children
cross those barriers
that adult’s
hide behind
Wading
into no man’s land
instinctively
alive
Children
cast fate to the wind
without
a second thought
Seeing
what our eyes will miss
in strictures
— we’ve been taught
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Voices
Alive
no longer conscious
my words
survive the grave
When read aloud
to lift my shroud
in voices
— time belayed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
I dwell within a vault of seasoned pine,
Where cedar ribs trace curves of spine,
A cavern arched with honey-colored wood,
The quietest home a creature ever could.
Above my head, a rosette carved in lace,
Filters the daylight into one small space,
A golden circle painted on the floor,
Where giant fingers stretch and start to soar.
Then wakes the giant—sweeping arm and hand,
Striking the chords above this hidden land;
And every wire becomes a brazen beam,
Shaking the rafters of my hollow dream.
The notes crash down like thunder from the sky,
Making the air vibrate, the dust motes fly,
A tidal wave of brass and silver sound,
That pins me softly to the maple ground.
And when they rest their palms against the waist,
The roaring ocean dies in breathless haste;
I curl up warm beneath the bridge’s arc,
A tiny tenant sleeping in the dark.
flip, flop,:flip, flop!
I turned to see
a wonderfully
cladded beauty
and marvelous spectral
what a beautiful sight
she smiled and walked on.
How dare you
even think your in the same league
as her! My friend said ,
Yet at the mercy off the pretty
people.What would attract a
Woman like that to a fella
like you.Quatrain:
Love at first Sight!
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ooh be doo-be lious
auh ooh fine and attractive
auh we ah
she make's me
tingly inside
my feelings are so odvious
feelings I can't hide
it just that simple
it's plain to see
A Gal like that
so speceil
I'm honored she
ignored me!
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isomething specail
I wanna speak
on this
what's a woman like
you doing here
how have I become to this
shared my hello's
to try to see your smile
it's a waste of time
but I really love your style!
You're my favorite distraction and
I'm not even trying to ignore it.
I think everyone knows it
Darling you complete me
I'm one lucky fella
don't you say
I'm clever
the Gods of love
has blessed me
if your interested in knowing
The smile that I'm showing
is inspired by one beautiful Lady
Fiancce I call her
I fell in love when
first
I saw her
We knew our love was
meant to be
I gotta ooh!
It's us together Ooh
Let love for ever
Ooh: it's us together
OOh it us together
Hey lady have you heard
The song she sings
I knew every word
She snaapped her fingers
asked me to dance
that was right my alley
ooh-ah-ooh gosh oh wolly
got my stuff gether real fast
this woman got my swaying
grooving and playing
I fell for her real fast
if it aint to much tomention
since I have your attention
marry me
so our love with last
It's one of those one's
you sway when
the music makes you feel
one's of those one's
you in love
when you know
love is real
I professorially , perceptively
unofficially
noiselessly spoke
that addlepated
moldy merchantman
would pass
through foaminess
with volumetrically
unretrievable moonshine
and sunberry fodder
for bungarus
his puppyish
impracticable tantrum
impeccable monotonous drone
rowdy crescendo
a classic companion dither
could they brainwash
this opposer ?
but lukewarm normalcy
will not obstreperously come .
okay !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
Fermata
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By:El Amore Lover
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Being with you is my favorite feeling
loving you is the best thing
we've ever done
easy going and non frustrating
loving you is so much fun
aint gotta stop before starting
actually it's great communicating
My love for you aint lost in interuptation
my love for you is an occasion
my love for you
your love for me
My first hello
the hardest see ya'll later
be back in a while
to see that smile
Darling I'll call you later
can't wai to be
just you and me
got me rushing through the day
Kiss when I'm home
we're alone
Darling what else is it for for
me to say
Ha quella qualità dirompente
qualcosa che il mondo deve vedere
qualcosa di così straordinario
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
Idée fixe
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By:Rubato Etude
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Mamihlapinatapai
Redamancy
Each Others better half
"Sapiomanic"
the root of my happiness
Besotted
Radiant
overly interested in
our togetherness
it stems from our love
for one another
that perfect part of
loving
that perfect part of belonging
I am in love with you!
I love yoou too
we are in love with
one another
Lovers!
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I sat in the sun and closed my eyes
I heard birds chirping and singing
I heard the soothing flow of my birdbath waterfall
I heard the windchime occasionally ring
Then I opened my eyes
I saw birds all around me
They were diving to the ground
and chasing each other around
I saw patterns from plane paths across blue sky
The American Flag fluttered with leaves on trees in breeze
All these sights and sounds merged to greet me
- and I smiled -
Heidi Sands
9/12/26
(C)opyright
Escaping from work loads and pressure
Gasping for some fresh air and beautiful melody
I listen to the gurgling of water
The whispering of wind
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of worms
And all these commotion and sound of nature
Are like the voice of God
Intimate and heartwarming, soothing and calming
Coming from heaven
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