- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Master Takes
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Click hereBlack angel bops,
Trane rides sax,
and Dolphy calls
responds in churchy deeps
while McCoy winds time,
rhythm beat from pew to the bar.
Jazz is my religion,
Papa Jo says.
We don't have time
to explain our references.
We just play blowin like wind.
I'm altered by that state.
Improv me baby. Wail out
your love honks supreme.
Swing didn't die
but turned boppy handstands,
notes splanky rilled,
all funked up like chicken,
yardbird dancin in a pot.
- COMMENTS
Sappholoversalmost 20 years agoYour music poems are my favorite. Favorite line: "Improv me..." Yes, erotic play should be like a jazz improvisation.... or like Coltrane fingering all the keys, hitting all the right notes on his sax in "Love Supreme."
bg23almost 20 years agoThis is the first time I have ever voted a five for a poetry piece. I am so very envious of your talent - I wish I could write poetry half as well as you could, but after a few failed attempts I think I am doing much better sticking to stories. Your writing is lyrical, moving, smooth. It flows over me like warm honey, spiced with tears and joy. I would almost declare you a modern Blake. Have you ever considered getting published? I would buy any anthology you decide to write. Again, truly amazing stuff.
BooMerengueabout 20 years agoI could do this! I DO so love your music pieces Ange! And I have to say I'm sorry, but you will now and forever be BoppyAnge to me! Boppy! I can see you being boppy w/ your kids, or going boppy down the street! I love it! Thanks!
WickedEveabout 20 years agoI like totally don't get it, but it's gotta good beat and I can like dance to it.
echoes_sabout 20 years agoyour love honks supreme.
Swing didn't die
but turned boppy handstands,
notes splanky rilled,
all funked up like chicken,
yardbird dancin in a pot.
and it's all your fault I started listening to music of all kinds again!! :rose:
pssst, this is a good thing ;)
