Monday, December 31, 2007
april is near...
3 o' clock in the morning
A winter song
Through the curtain ruffling
Touch
Flower
Puff
Oh my
- -
Making softly a lyric
Making it true
A winter song
Through the curtain ruffling
Touch
Flower
Puff
Oh my
- -
Making softly a lyric
Making it true
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
the big poem...
The moon
In the cathedral glass
The jazz killers
The lady
The lady
Holiday
Lady Day
&
Anitah! Anitah!
O'Day
Mingus
Monk
&
Clapton
"yes you look wonderful tonight"
Getz
Chet
&
Joel
"sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight"
Smoked glasses
Hunched
At the cathedral glass
The windows
Inside the windows
Outside the trees leafless
In a winter tint
Balloons
Red
Chartreuse
Silver
Orange blue & yellow
The
Notes
Of
The song
Anchored
In a pond of purple moons
In the winter breath
"seaside by the beautiful sea"
The sound
The church music
Great through the Vespers hall
On the harbor
On
The
Moonlit wall
Amen
The hopes the wants the needs
The swaying fields
& coral flowers
Of the poets
Of
Joyfully
The
Flat Gauguin canvas
Amen
Ah!
The flights of the Muse
A gauzy wing
See through the angel hair
A curl of a hush
Her
Beautiful
Face
Oh!
Angel Muse
The imperative peace
Of
Brush & pen
Oh!
Angel Muse
Lift the fog
& fan the good heart of the moon
Struggling at her mooring
Speaking to
The bright black night
Wishing for
The color of winter's whisper & evergreen
&
A luncheon on the grass
Of jams & cakes & orange cream sodas
In the cathedral glass
The jazz killers
The lady
The lady
Holiday
Lady Day
&
Anitah! Anitah!
O'Day
Mingus
Monk
&
Clapton
"yes you look wonderful tonight"
Getz
Chet
&
Joel
"sing us a song you're the piano man sing us a song tonight"
Smoked glasses
Hunched
At the cathedral glass
The windows
Inside the windows
Outside the trees leafless
In a winter tint
Balloons
Red
Chartreuse
Silver
Orange blue & yellow
The
Notes
Of
The song
Anchored
In a pond of purple moons
In the winter breath
"seaside by the beautiful sea"
The sound
The church music
Great through the Vespers hall
On the harbor
On
The
Moonlit wall
Amen
The hopes the wants the needs
The swaying fields
& coral flowers
Of the poets
Of
Joyfully
The
Flat Gauguin canvas
Amen
Ah!
The flights of the Muse
A gauzy wing
See through the angel hair
A curl of a hush
Her
Beautiful
Face
Oh!
Angel Muse
The imperative peace
Of
Brush & pen
Oh!
Angel Muse
Lift the fog
& fan the good heart of the moon
Struggling at her mooring
Speaking to
The bright black night
Wishing for
The color of winter's whisper & evergreen
&
A luncheon on the grass
Of jams & cakes & orange cream sodas
Thursday, December 27, 2007
for oscar...
He was 82.
He lived.
- -
Heart
Full of songs riffs & quotes
Winter spring summer the autumn
Sunflowers seashells sand & snow
Ten thousand melodies ten thousand harmonies
The light hand dances in our soul
"Ladies & gentlemen, from Canada
A young man his first time in New York City,
Oscar Peterson.
He plays the piano."
- - He played the piano
"Maharajah of the keyboard," Duke called him
- -
December 23, 2007
He was 82.
He died.
- - His song
For jazz
- - His song
For us
- - Oscar Peterson lives.
He lived.
- -
Heart
Full of songs riffs & quotes
Winter spring summer the autumn
Sunflowers seashells sand & snow
Ten thousand melodies ten thousand harmonies
The light hand dances in our soul
"Ladies & gentlemen, from Canada
A young man his first time in New York City,
Oscar Peterson.
He plays the piano."
- - He played the piano
"Maharajah of the keyboard," Duke called him
- -
December 23, 2007
He was 82.
He died.
- - His song
For jazz
- - His song
For us
- - Oscar Peterson lives.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
for the muse...
Wavy grasses
Peaches berry chocolate
Some pasta
&
A lyric
A smile a beat
&
Splendor
&
Wonder
In the crashing ocean sea
Of...
Of
Her song
Peaches berry chocolate
Some pasta
&
A lyric
A smile a beat
&
Splendor
&
Wonder
In the crashing ocean sea
Of...
Of
Her song
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
the high mesa...
The high mesa
Solitary & purple
Like the snow lakes
Ruffling there
.
There
The antelope
breathes
A Mandarin heaven
Walking
The palette of the moon
&
The she
&
The songs
&
The crayon shadows
Dream softly,
Sing softly,
Paint softly the dream
Solitary & purple
Like the snow lakes
Ruffling there
.
There
The antelope
breathes
A Mandarin heaven
Walking
The palette of the moon
&
The she
&
The songs
&
The crayon shadows
Dream softly,
Sing softly,
Paint softly the dream
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
holy...
Sacrosanct
The jazz pianos
In the rose room
In front of the rose windows
- - The orange beat,
Holy
The jazz pianos
In the rose room
In front of the rose windows
- - The orange beat,
Holy
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
sealed & orange...
A specialty envelope
made of ripped hand-made paper -
Sealed & orange & on the wall
(December 9, 2007)
made of ripped hand-made paper -
Sealed & orange & on the wall
(December 9, 2007)
Monday, December 3, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
colors of the moon...
A song played
;
I ask
Are the colors of the moon strong?
Is she the ballads
- - of... of...
?
I ask the morning
Every morning
At dawn
;
I ask
Are the colors of the moon strong?
Is she the ballads
- - of... of...
?
I ask the morning
Every morning
At dawn
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
for the 29th, 9 haiku...
The sea
walks on Johnson Street -
The wind said
Silhouettes -
Poetry
& paper
The house near the harbor -
Paintings
on every wall
A traveling soul -
Strumming
the heart
Turquoise
& tourmaline -
Sky & sea
Flying heart -
M
A
G
I
C
The yellow cup -
The tea
sighs over
She emerged
chartreuse -
Wings on a cloud
Heartscape -
Violins & rides
on the mountain sea
walks on Johnson Street -
The wind said
Silhouettes -
Poetry
& paper
The house near the harbor -
Paintings
on every wall
A traveling soul -
Strumming
the heart
Turquoise
& tourmaline -
Sky & sea
Flying heart -
M
A
G
I
C
The yellow cup -
The tea
sighs over
She emerged
chartreuse -
Wings on a cloud
Heartscape -
Violins & rides
on the mountain sea
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
pumpkin hill...
On Pumpkin Hill -
The leaves
mingle with the wind
*Thanks, Gina, for helping your grandfather with this one.
The leaves
mingle with the wind
*Thanks, Gina, for helping your grandfather with this one.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
true boats...
True boats
She sits on the veranda watching them
Drinking coffee
Riches
In French vanilla
- -
True boats
The breeze sugars her drink
&
The breeze brings true boats home
She sits on the veranda watching them
Drinking coffee
Riches
In French vanilla
- -
True boats
The breeze sugars her drink
&
The breeze brings true boats home
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
this tree...
This tree
Perfect seas
Duckbilled hat
Cocked
Tipped
Shaded eyes
Tented beard
Tinted chin
Perfect seas
- -
Is that a gnu?
A tarpon?
Or
A big peach rose?
No no
Perfect seas
It's Papa
- - - - This tree this morning
Perfect seas
Duckbilled hat
Cocked
Tipped
Shaded eyes
Tented beard
Tinted chin
Perfect seas
- -
Is that a gnu?
A tarpon?
Or
A big peach rose?
No no
Perfect seas
It's Papa
- - - - This tree this morning
in blue...
In the night breezes
And sea light
Windows ajar
Fresh salts
And spray
On his face
There
His restlessness
There
Envisioned
- - Snow
- - - - In blue
And sea light
Windows ajar
Fresh salts
And spray
On his face
There
His restlessness
There
Envisioned
- - Snow
- - - - In blue
piano day...
The pond came in through the windows on the sun
A decoy looks at me
The other; away
The Mount Vernon clock clicks along with the Monticello
,
& the piano plays
- - Parallel 4ths
- - - - & a bunch of Monk
A decoy looks at me
The other; away
The Mount Vernon clock clicks along with the Monticello
,
& the piano plays
- - Parallel 4ths
- - - - & a bunch of Monk
Saturday, November 24, 2007
where is the soul...
Where is the soul
- - Now ?
I think it is in the paint the music the poetry -
- - - - It is in the beginning of everything
Mountains seas trees berries streams green grasses
Not
Not
In destruction!
Of towers bellies greeds eyes full gods gold
- - - - & & False!
& & - - - - Destruction!
But
But
The soul is
- - Always !
In the paint the music the poetry it is I think
- - - - Beginning in the eye of the child
& We Better Shall Know That
- - Now ?
I think it is in the paint the music the poetry -
- - - - It is in the beginning of everything
Mountains seas trees berries streams green grasses
Not
Not
In destruction!
Of towers bellies greeds eyes full gods gold
- - - - & & False!
& & - - - - Destruction!
But
But
The soul is
- - Always !
In the paint the music the poetry it is I think
- - - - Beginning in the eye of the child
& We Better Shall Know That
Friday, November 23, 2007
saxophone moon...
Big saxophone moon
All the colours
- - The tablecloths & the candles
At Charlie's Gone By
Ah!
Play jazz!
In the east in the west
At the Shine Cafe
- - Play jazz!
Paint the saxophone moon
- - You are meant to do
You are meant to do
All the colours
- - The tablecloths & the candles
At Charlie's Gone By
Ah!
Play jazz!
In the east in the west
At the Shine Cafe
- - Play jazz!
Paint the saxophone moon
- - You are meant to do
You are meant to do
Thursday, November 22, 2007
this house...
My favorite picture by the sea
- - This house
On a hill
- - A piano in a room
Opening into another room
& the foyer
Rows of books
Lace cloths & fine glass
Stacks of long playing records
Ellington
Sammy Kaye
- - There
A piano player a lyricist & Anita O'Day
Singing
New songs old - - standards ah!
Ah!
To a sitting group in the rooms tasting
Crackers & tea slaw cold cuts & jam
Whiskey & gin
They
Singers
Dancers
Sailors
Poets Warriors
Fishermen
Princesses Painters & Kings
Mingling
& a saxophone player or two
Here
Playwrights too & storytellers & &... &
You my favorite picture by the sea
- - This house
- - This house
On a hill
- - A piano in a room
Opening into another room
& the foyer
Rows of books
Lace cloths & fine glass
Stacks of long playing records
Ellington
Sammy Kaye
- - There
A piano player a lyricist & Anita O'Day
Singing
New songs old - - standards ah!
Ah!
To a sitting group in the rooms tasting
Crackers & tea slaw cold cuts & jam
Whiskey & gin
They
Singers
Dancers
Sailors
Poets Warriors
Fishermen
Princesses Painters & Kings
Mingling
& a saxophone player or two
Here
Playwrights too & storytellers & &... &
You my favorite picture by the sea
- - This house
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
the day before thanksgiving...
Cloudy birds clamoring for the bread I threw out -
Cars whizzing by
the day before Thanksgiving
Cars whizzing by
the day before Thanksgiving
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
milo hewes ca. 1956...
In the field of jazz he was young,
But "Down Beat" billed him as news,
For he produced a progressive style,
Along with a swingin' Blues.
From Storyville to Basin Street,
From Basin Street to Condon's
The cry of all musicians
Was Jazz, Jazz, Jazz*
To Condon's he was invited,
With Basie he played his horn,
The kind of music they put forth,
Kept them going till early morn.
With the very best in Jazz,
All night he did play.
With Ellington, Armstrong, and Krupa,
The stand began to sway.
In the reviews the next day he was great,
So said the critics of Blues.
They named him Jazzman of the Year
And predicted Newport for Milo Hewes,
With Mulligan and Davis
To Newport he did fly.
The music was hot,
The weather was warm that evening in July.
The stage lights were on at Freebody Park,
Mr. Kenton was host.
As Miles looked off into space,
Cigarettes were shining like ghosts.
Hewes was next.
With poise he did step forward.
Little did he know
That his time was borrowed.
Suddenly pain showed on his face,
His fans gasped in fear.
There on the stand
Died Milo Hewes, Jazzman of the Year
*(chorus optional after each stanza).
But "Down Beat" billed him as news,
For he produced a progressive style,
Along with a swingin' Blues.
From Storyville to Basin Street,
From Basin Street to Condon's
The cry of all musicians
Was Jazz, Jazz, Jazz*
To Condon's he was invited,
With Basie he played his horn,
The kind of music they put forth,
Kept them going till early morn.
With the very best in Jazz,
All night he did play.
With Ellington, Armstrong, and Krupa,
The stand began to sway.
In the reviews the next day he was great,
So said the critics of Blues.
They named him Jazzman of the Year
And predicted Newport for Milo Hewes,
With Mulligan and Davis
To Newport he did fly.
The music was hot,
The weather was warm that evening in July.
The stage lights were on at Freebody Park,
Mr. Kenton was host.
As Miles looked off into space,
Cigarettes were shining like ghosts.
Hewes was next.
With poise he did step forward.
Little did he know
That his time was borrowed.
Suddenly pain showed on his face,
His fans gasped in fear.
There on the stand
Died Milo Hewes, Jazzman of the Year
*(chorus optional after each stanza).
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
on lyric hill...
On Lyric Hill
Streetlamps buzz
The wind dances a rhumba
By the sea
Hoagy Carmichael Ole Buttermilk Sky
Cole Porter Easy to Love
By the sea
She
A lily in her hair
A lyric on her smile
I need not worry about the storm
I am learning to sail...
*I want to thank artist & friend Kimberly Ashby for letting me borrow the last 2 lines (italics) - they are perfect for Lyric Hill...
Streetlamps buzz
The wind dances a rhumba
By the sea
Hoagy Carmichael Ole Buttermilk Sky
Cole Porter Easy to Love
By the sea
She
A lily in her hair
A lyric on her smile
I need not worry about the storm
I am learning to sail...
*I want to thank artist & friend Kimberly Ashby for letting me borrow the last 2 lines (italics) - they are perfect for Lyric Hill...
egypt store 4 haiku...
Egypt country store -
In the window
popcorn under a lamp
Egypt country store -
Gargoyles plants & leaves
on the stoop
Egypt country store -
Cookies jars & boiled eggs
in a barrel
Egypt country store -
Hot chocolate
it's still rock and roll to me
In the window
popcorn under a lamp
Egypt country store -
Gargoyles plants & leaves
on the stoop
Egypt country store -
Cookies jars & boiled eggs
in a barrel
Egypt country store -
Hot chocolate
it's still rock and roll to me
the bamboo forest...
Big poem
Big poets
Charlie Parker & Thelonious Monk
Ben
Webster
Ben
Webster
Ferlinghetti
Oh!
High tea!
High noon!
At the Roseland Ballroom
Buddha!
& smiles!
In the butter light
Hopes & swing
At the Glen Island Casino - at the hop
Peaceful willows
Peaceful geese
The pond sun is low
In the bamboo forest
&
Corita's dragons snort fire
Now
Just as they did in 1967
- -
Oh!
Oh!
In the bamboo forest
Big poets
Charlie Parker & Thelonious Monk
Ben
Webster
Ben
Webster
Ferlinghetti
Oh!
High tea!
High noon!
At the Roseland Ballroom
Buddha!
& smiles!
In the butter light
Hopes & swing
At the Glen Island Casino - at the hop
Peaceful willows
Peaceful geese
The pond sun is low
In the bamboo forest
&
Corita's dragons snort fire
Now
Just as they did in 1967
- -
Oh!
Oh!
In the bamboo forest
Friday, November 16, 2007
a new tree... 2
I love birds,
Olga said
He did not respond directly
But said,
I love trees
- -
Here,
A
New
Tree
Olga said
He did not respond directly
But said,
I love trees
- -
Here,
A
New
Tree
Thursday, November 15, 2007
concluding maybe...
Marching
to harbors in the night -
The boats in the moon
Black seas -
Rolling
the boats in the moon
*concluding the boats in the moon series. maybe.
to harbors in the night -
The boats in the moon
Black seas -
Rolling
the boats in the moon
*concluding the boats in the moon series. maybe.
storm dance...
Buoys
All of the colors of the flowers
In a storm dance
On the side of the sea shed in the moon's night
&
A hundred miniature windmills
In the breeze
In the breath of the Siren's song
- -
'Plug your ears, mates!' the captain growled
All of the colors of the flowers
In a storm dance
On the side of the sea shed in the moon's night
&
A hundred miniature windmills
In the breeze
In the breath of the Siren's song
- -
'Plug your ears, mates!' the captain growled
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
modigliani dove...
The red night
Eyes lowered looking
A light
A tiny star
On her lip
Her red lip
Painted card of thanks
For the red night
& modigliani dove
I hold
Eyes lowered looking
A light
A tiny star
On her lip
Her red lip
Painted card of thanks
For the red night
& modigliani dove
I hold
the blue stucco blues...
like a kerouac blues...
The
Blue stucco
Wall
In the mirror
The ceiling fan claps
A row of orange & purple bottles
Scraps of yellow-lined paper
Everywhere
&
Whispers
In the ether
Hazy day
Moon & sun
Hazy night
In the ether
& Papa's picture on the wall
Solemn
The blue stucco blues
The
Blue stucco
Wall
In the mirror
The ceiling fan claps
A row of orange & purple bottles
Scraps of yellow-lined paper
Everywhere
&
Whispers
In the ether
Hazy day
Moon & sun
Hazy night
In the ether
& Papa's picture on the wall
Solemn
The blue stucco blues
some art haiku...
Bombs of white -
Sunny shadows play
on Genesee Mountain
Grasses
& paintbrushes & spirits -
On the front porch
Red lilies
Beat down
On the harbor
On the dock
- - The palette is extensive
Face
Figure
Shoulders
- - The color wheel
Quiller's
mountains & dawns -
Drip
A shooting gallery
of color & shape boat & brine -
Newport Beach
The palette is a star -
- - - - Bright
In a darkened room
stares & pensiveness -
A gladiola in a chair a scrapple in a drape
Words in the work
Drip
- -
In the air
&
On small canvases
You're there!
- -
In
Jazz!
Sunny shadows play
on Genesee Mountain
Grasses
& paintbrushes & spirits -
On the front porch
Red lilies
Beat down
On the harbor
On the dock
- - The palette is extensive
Face
Figure
Shoulders
- - The color wheel
Quiller's
mountains & dawns -
Drip
A shooting gallery
of color & shape boat & brine -
Newport Beach
The palette is a star -
- - - - Bright
In a darkened room
stares & pensiveness -
A gladiola in a chair a scrapple in a drape
Words in the work
Drip
- -
In the air
&
On small canvases
You're there!
- -
In
Jazz!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
never alone...
Never alone
There
In the piano room
There
The boats in the moon
- -
There
On
The
Palette
There
On
The
Pen
There
Come couplets in color:
- - - - Orange reds & golds
- - - - - - - - in the blue green pond
Oh!
A walk in the Sunday Sea over the Sunday Bridge
Oh!
A bird appears
A flume
Stippling all of the stipples of the garden
&
From a hill where the fog is,
A lily flower speaks
Of roses daisies trees & wavy grasses
Of one million colors
Of one million words
Of one million Novembers
Here
In the piano room
Here
The boats in the moon
Here
Never alone
Never alone
There
In the piano room
There
The boats in the moon
- -
There
On
The
Palette
There
On
The
Pen
There
Come couplets in color:
- - - - Orange reds & golds
- - - - - - - - in the blue green pond
Oh!
A walk in the Sunday Sea over the Sunday Bridge
Oh!
A bird appears
A flume
Stippling all of the stipples of the garden
&
From a hill where the fog is,
A lily flower speaks
Of roses daisies trees & wavy grasses
Of one million colors
Of one million words
Of one million Novembers
Here
In the piano room
Here
The boats in the moon
Here
Never alone
Never alone
Saturday, November 10, 2007
mailer dead...
Sound a trumpet
Jazzy & somber
O'er the P'town dunes
The sun has set
At Race Point, a great sunset of the world
Tumult
Tumult
Calm calm
Tempestuous
Tempestuous
Poignant poignant
A naked mouth
A naked lip
The fight
Against
Dark breezes
His & Ours
&
There
The
Taste
Of
Light
- -
Oh Mystery Death,
The foggy pianos play
- -
Mailer dead
Jazzy & somber
O'er the P'town dunes
The sun has set
At Race Point, a great sunset of the world
Tumult
Tumult
Calm calm
Tempestuous
Tempestuous
Poignant poignant
A naked mouth
A naked lip
The fight
Against
Dark breezes
His & Ours
&
There
The
Taste
Of
Light
- -
Oh Mystery Death,
The foggy pianos play
- -
Mailer dead
amedeo modigliani...
A summer wine
A small cake
& tea
(Picasso painted over a Modigliani canvas)
,
Modigliani's mouth
Twisted
A hand pours & butters
The
Death
Masque
&
There
On the wall on the floor
A summer wine
A dancing man
A woman
A small cake
& tea
,
Pablo
Picasso
A breath spake,
"Modigliani."
A small cake
& tea
(Picasso painted over a Modigliani canvas)
,
Modigliani's mouth
Twisted
A hand pours & butters
The
Death
Masque
&
There
On the wall on the floor
A summer wine
A dancing man
A woman
A small cake
& tea
,
Pablo
Picasso
A breath spake,
"Modigliani."
thinking of van gogh...
Sunflowers
& angels -
- - Painsong* eyes
*word borrowed from a Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem.
& angels -
- - Painsong* eyes
*word borrowed from a Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem.
Friday, November 9, 2007
beowulf of jazz...
Oh!
Oh! Jazz!
San Francisco The Shine Cafe
New Orleans Bay Yards
NYC The Smokehouse
Oh! Jazz!
Blinding alto horn
Saxophone skedaddle man
Skedaddle!
Beowulf
Beowulf of Jazz,
Man
Greg Jerry Gerry
Frank
& Arnie
Bird
Bird
The baddest cats,
Man
Buddha
Bebop
Lotus Blossoms
Fell
Fall
Float
Kiss
The song
Ringing
Sung
In the Warrior's ear
Leap a
Bebop
Do re
Me
Fa so la ti
Dough
Leavened baked
&
Packed beside
The quiver mutes mics & music sheets
For the journey jazz
Chet Clifford
Beowulf
Buddha
Bebop
Just one of those things
D'Ambrosio
Krall
Flew to the moon
Fly to the moon
Lonliness
On Ocean Drive
The beaches
The shores
Stones & sticks
Boodle de bop
Buddha
Bebop
Peace
In that world
The Isle of Fin
Alto saxophone raised
Pointed
At peace
Basses & drums rattled
Piano prattled
A haunting melody
The Chan Cho clash!
Sssssssssssssss...
Fire and water!
And then we thought
And then we saw
And then we heard
Wistfully
Then
Then
A seagull peeked over the el
And sang
A pretty girl
Is...
The princess in town
To follow
Bow & arrow
Gifting
Of onion breads
And jazz!
Oh! Jazz!
Rattles
Prattles
Clashes
Buddha
Bebop
Beowulf & The Lady Day
Lady
Booooda de bebop
february 2007...
Oh! Jazz!
San Francisco The Shine Cafe
New Orleans Bay Yards
NYC The Smokehouse
Oh! Jazz!
Blinding alto horn
Saxophone skedaddle man
Skedaddle!
Beowulf
Beowulf of Jazz,
Man
Greg Jerry Gerry
Frank
& Arnie
Bird
Bird
The baddest cats,
Man
Buddha
Bebop
Lotus Blossoms
Fell
Fall
Float
Kiss
The song
Ringing
Sung
In the Warrior's ear
Leap a
Bebop
Do re
Me
Fa so la ti
Dough
Leavened baked
&
Packed beside
The quiver mutes mics & music sheets
For the journey jazz
Chet Clifford
Beowulf
Buddha
Bebop
Just one of those things
D'Ambrosio
Krall
Flew to the moon
Fly to the moon
Lonliness
On Ocean Drive
The beaches
The shores
Stones & sticks
Boodle de bop
Buddha
Bebop
Peace
In that world
The Isle of Fin
Alto saxophone raised
Pointed
At peace
Basses & drums rattled
Piano prattled
A haunting melody
The Chan Cho clash!
Sssssssssssssss...
Fire and water!
And then we thought
And then we saw
And then we heard
Wistfully
Then
Then
A seagull peeked over the el
And sang
A pretty girl
Is...
The princess in town
To follow
Bow & arrow
Gifting
Of onion breads
And jazz!
Oh! Jazz!
Rattles
Prattles
Clashes
Buddha
Bebop
Beowulf & The Lady Day
Lady
Booooda de bebop
february 2007...
Thursday, November 8, 2007
a poet's song...
Gold
Is
A meadowtouch
Poetry & picture
&
Breath
& smell
At the waterreach
Near
The flowerbell
Where the sea talks to us
- -
A poet's song
Is
A meadowtouch
Poetry & picture
&
Breath
& smell
At the waterreach
Near
The flowerbell
Where the sea talks to us
- -
A poet's song
chopin's garden 6 haiku...
Inexorable -
The music the journey
the flower
Chopin's garden -
Mozarts
& mandalas
Chopin's garden
a novella -
A breath
Chopin's garden -
Sprinkling
circles
Chopin's garden -
Opus
Rain
In Chopin's garden -
Stucco & peaches
antelopes & fast horses
The music the journey
the flower
Chopin's garden -
Mozarts
& mandalas
Chopin's garden
a novella -
A breath
Chopin's garden -
Sprinkling
circles
Chopin's garden -
Opus
Rain
In Chopin's garden -
Stucco & peaches
antelopes & fast horses
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
capt. greg sparrow...
Hi notes
Hi hats
- Ride
The winds & the waves
The transit
- Of the sea
The transom
- Of the horn
Hidden
The secret treasure
There hidden
A million notes
And the keys
Mother of Pearl C, G, A
Not a secret now
- Dug up
By
The Captain
The Superman
The Sweetman
The sails trimmed - stays
The quartet
Beboppers & pirates
Arrrrrrgh!
Chevrons & jolly rogers
Flyin' home
Ridin' high
- The winds & the waves
Hi hats
- Ride
The winds & the waves
The transit
- Of the sea
The transom
- Of the horn
Hidden
The secret treasure
There hidden
A million notes
And the keys
Mother of Pearl C, G, A
Not a secret now
- Dug up
By
The Captain
The Superman
The Sweetman
The sails trimmed - stays
The quartet
Beboppers & pirates
Arrrrrrgh!
Chevrons & jolly rogers
Flyin' home
Ridin' high
- The winds & the waves
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
a jazz waltz...
A jazz waltz
In backyards
In hammocks
In washtubs
Puffs of air on a canvas sky
Whales breach
Boats beat
Gulls dive
,
A jazz waltz
In backyards
In hammocks
In washtubs
Puffs of air on a canvas sky
Whales breach
Boats beat
Gulls dive
,
A jazz waltz
Monday, November 5, 2007
the boatman's song...
(Daydreams For Kerouac)
Kerouac
Jack plaid shirt
- -
The boatman's cap
- -
Working man
Singing man
Swinging man
Jazz man Magic Jack
- - padatter padat... pat pat
Scattered poems let them fly let them fly
Firestacks curl seaboats heel
Roads oceans
Voyages into Piano Jazz
Attack piano
!
The Fabulous Rafaels & Yaskos
Did Caruso really live in a tree
?
The Tenor of Thomaston
Name carved on a wall an underwall
In the old opry house
Pianos & Tenors
Scattered poems on the fly on the fly
&
Lulee sang,
'Coffee morning
The window curtain
Gauzy blue
&
Her
& the smokelight
Gauzy
Blue'
- -
Kerouac
Jack plaid shirt
- -
The boatman's cap
- -
- - padatter padat... pat pat
- ... pat pat
- -
- ... pat pat
- -
- pat!
Kerouac
Jack plaid shirt
- -
The boatman's cap
- -
Working man
Singing man
Swinging man
Jazz man Magic Jack
- - padatter padat... pat pat
Scattered poems let them fly let them fly
Firestacks curl seaboats heel
Roads oceans
Voyages into Piano Jazz
Attack piano
!
The Fabulous Rafaels & Yaskos
Did Caruso really live in a tree
?
The Tenor of Thomaston
Name carved on a wall an underwall
In the old opry house
Pianos & Tenors
Scattered poems on the fly on the fly
&
Lulee sang,
'Coffee morning
The window curtain
Gauzy blue
&
Her
& the smokelight
Gauzy
Blue'
- -
Kerouac
Jack plaid shirt
- -
The boatman's cap
- -
- - padatter padat... pat pat
- ... pat pat
- -
- ... pat pat
- -
- pat!
5 after storm haiku...
Sea light
wind light -
Morning on the bay
Gulls yaw -
- - defiantly
On Kathryn's roof
crows plume -
The wind is dying
Bare branches
quaver -
The beach plums play
Petunias
blossom -
On the yellow sun
wind light -
Morning on the bay
Gulls yaw -
- - defiantly
On Kathryn's roof
crows plume -
The wind is dying
Bare branches
quaver -
The beach plums play
Petunias
blossom -
On the yellow sun
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