Category: Poems – Misc


String

String

 I found a string this morning

Amidst the leaves

Near a bench

The air had that morning scent

A scent of autumn

A scent of stars

I walked to pick it up

Crunching leaves with every step

My scarf secures me with warmth

I squeeze the string

Longing to find you on the other end

Jazz

Hear that rhythm

Jazz

I want to hear that rhythm.

I want to soak up jazz,

that, boom, boom, beat.

Licks fade but never sleep.

 

The language of jazz

is willing within.

Can’t be translated,

such a sensational sin.

You taste the feel.

You tap your glass.

You say “oh yeah”.

Hit the rim of your hat,

when they swing B flat.

 

Coffee compliments the feel.

Bourbon aids to heighten your zeal.

Love spins your head to the grooves

A perfect partner for your blues.

 

Live jazz is where it’s at,

discover your joint and call it a wrap.

That place is an intellectual key.

Your rhythmic finish is a footnote in G.

 

Find a stick and start the beat.

Read a poem to create some heat.

Snap your fingers for the fusion.

Life at its finest a musical illusion .

 

Thoughts

Thoughts.

They say men think about sex 3 or 4 times an hour.

So when I’m at the bar with three friends.

We have three beers in three hours

That means together we had 48 sexual thoughts.

But sex only came up in conversation 21 times.

What a waste of thoughts.

Action

Action

There will be a time when all will end

That’s far away, how bout your friend?

Care for him do what you can

Aids is his companion

Now is the instance

what will you do

Will you touch?

Do you

Know

The Grill

The Grill

I’m grilling tonight, the essence, so sweet.

Gently blowing the scent to my neighbors.

I wonder if she smells those puffs of dragon air.

I wonder if she cares.

Sometimes my other neighbors grill.

I smell the aroma in the air.

Instantly hungry, almost like a bear.

Tonight I wonder why none of us share.

Thoughts

Thoughts.

They say men think about sex 3 or 4 times an hour.

So when I’m at the bar with three friends.

We each have a few beers in 3 hours.

That means together we had 48 sexual thoughts.

But sex only came up in conversation 21 times.

What a waste of thought.