Wynton Poems - Poems about Wynton

...Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/ East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/ ......

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...In Hip City/Tony Adamo where rhythms collide, and no jive is spoken/ Guru laid down the truth, a fusion of jazz and rap/ no holds barred streetwise rap talk/ Just as Herbie’s touch on keys/ his Hea......

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...Dead Calm Without friction there is no motion Without motion — creation stops (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) Abeyance My pen is searching for its guitar case a place to sleep when the wr......

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...It was Clark Gable, who posed the question, “Oh, Mr., Faulkner…do you write?” Indeed, Mr. Gable, Faulkner wrote… About that postage stamp of native soil In many books and stories did his typewrit......

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...He plays jazz as if he invented it Arpeggios augmented, minored and majored Transferring from one chord to another Like flashes of lightning extracting emotional pearls all from from such a youn......

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...Chipmunks, squirrels collecting bitternut hickory, chirping against a small owl cruising low beneath the trees. Everyone has gone this morning to school or work. Laundry rolling, carpets vac......

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...As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy, As I pass by my four year old’s awe toward friendly ghosts down the street of nostalgia, I am reminded of Sa......

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