Oasis
What young man doesn’t like to roam the desert
Hot and sultry
So many hills and curves to hide in
Territory constantly being searched.
The search for the oasis
is exhausting
But it hardens most men
Shrubs hide the well
The well of pleasure and life
Old men also roam the desert
The hills and curves are oh so familiar
It offers comfort
A place of rest
A place of restoration
The softness of the well
Compliments his own softness
The well of pleasure and life
Mess
Get up, look back, a beautiful mess
Non better then an unmade bed
Thoughts of who took off that dress
When worries left my head
Rapt in the unkept
Room for discord
Such a joy
Extol
Love
Three Valves *
All he needs
Are three valves of expression
Eyes
gently closed in invocation
Hands
holding an external exclamation
Lips
verbalize a vibration
His face shows years of creating
Tuffs of gray border brass
His body aged with intonation
Swaying swing
Sharing song
Spirits’ slang
Freedom from timidity
A story is spoken
With notes and love and soul
Sounds that paint a picture
Colors patch a canvas of cadence
Listen, see the psalm
Thank you trumpet man
Your vibrations reverberate
Pulsate
A
Universe of jazz
Pieter's Poetry and Images 
Names
Names
Give them names
The hungry, the homeless, the beaten
Give them names
The dissenters, migrants and war weary mothers
Josh
Mohammed
Jessica
Jose
Yolanda
Give them names
The jobless, the jailed, the fanatics
Give them names
The orphans, the dying, the poor
Carol
Mark
Yusuf
Susanne
Teresa
Give them support
a home, dignity, work
Give them a reason
Share your humanity, your voice, your talents
Jesse
Rebecca
Hans
Nora
Dominic
Give them your vote
Your activism, your government
Give them peace
Oppose wars, discrimination and greed
Mia
Elijah
Leah
Jake
Samantha
Give them a name
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