For Constance’s: Write Ten Beautiful Lines
10.04.2025
The music of love
Your voice a silken stream of violins
a sea of sound swishing on my calm shore
An overture of blissful laughs and grins
As playful tempos strum your tuneful score
I hear the urge of alto saxophone
A rhythm of blues jazzing in your blood
I feel the pulse of cornets in your tone
Euphonious waves sate a joyful flood
And when the roar of drums directs the beat
It somehow, sounds delightful and still sweet
our porch is a mess
falling apart
I do not notice it
until the week before we have company
too late to do anything about it now
when did the three pieces of gingerbread fall off?
Where are the missing wind chimes?
I note that it is rather shabby
Some of the boards are warped,
pieces of the railing are falling in
We are not the prissy types
some people would be horrified by this shabbiness
You have heard of shabby chic?
This is shabby EKE!
dead mouse I just noticed
We have hobbies, interests,
Jazzing up our dilapidated porch
is the last thing I want to do.
I do however get rid of the dead rodent.
Everyone enjoying
Beers moving
Wines moving
Forks jazzing with plates
Music in the air
Dancing all over
Eating to the fullest
Boozing beers
Slow music in air
That is party time.
Charlie and Louis
John and Miles
Bebop to Modal
Two different styles
Soul passions blowing
Harmonically through horns
Notes and chords flowing
One world and two forms
Two different times
Pioneering colossal movements
Mind-blowing lines
Luminating transitional attunements
Woodwind to brass
Saxing and trumpeting
Sweet music long last
Four sultans jazzing
Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation
Pinocchio had a very long nose
It grew when telling a lie
Geppetto couldn't keep it from growing
No matter how hard he tried
Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local market
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Of course the answer is yes
They're sheep, that's a real silly question
Three bags full would be my guess
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
At my age, you must be jazzing me
It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick
Was probably just a wee tike of three
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
The current trend is over eating
No wonder obesity is rampant in the world
Bad habits our kids we've been teaching
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a goat
Mary's been messing with the animals again
Naughty Mary, I here doth quote
A super seismic year
Eargasmically one to revere
Sweet pulsating sounds
Bebop starting to slow down
Yes! A new, brand new form from an "OLD"
A new form that is undefined but feels good to the soul
A new direction that's unclear;
Improvisation is supreme with creativity filling the atmosphere
1959
A year so divine
One of a kind
Built to stand the test of time
Feeling "Kinda Blue", so I'm gonna take some "Time out."
Miles and Brubeck delivering now, and fans beginning to see what this is all about
Oh, yeah! "Mingus Ah Um"
"The Shape of Jazz to Come"
Charles and Ornette standing tall, too
Jazzing on a musical flight to a "New"
Liftoff to the 'Birth of Cool'
Flying high and jazzing through music's vestibule
Then there is mighty 'Mambo de Cuco' in sweet and savory 'Sabroso.'
Santamaria serves zesty flavors to enliven the palate, which makes it hard to say no
Yes!
1959
A year so divine
One of a kind
Built to stand the test of time
seagulls' wings flitter
wild waves hustle into cliffs ~
jazzing tropic sun
~
shaggy mangroves sway
ivory clouds twist and twirl~
waltzing 'neath June sky
6/25/2020
The fire logs glow, flickering to and fro
in her eyes he sees champagne dreams of love
the soft adagio plays a velvet tune of jazzing blow
right atop the hearth, she's fitted like a glove
Red hair flaming, ruby lips untamed her rubicon
a blush, acclaims her cheeks await the dawn;
Each dancer holds on cue precaution to the wind
style and grace in every move "amour est bleue"
with burning eyes of here, go rescind ,
a love is built on arcs of passion's queue;
Scarlet thoughts roseate skin enflamed a marathon
of amoureuse, bending arching longing one on one ;
Her hair a crayon colored Autumn proffers romance
and all the philharmonic musings of a lovely dream
together they loop meandered agile as a water dance
rushing towards each other skin to skin seam to seam ;
Wine colored kisses taking in a world of bless
garnet hearts of shine never to confess
they once lay dormant in the crook of night
now fired, ready to ignite....
Contest Name: SEASONAL OR UNSEASONAL
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
October 22, 2018
More lifeforms live on our skin than people on the planet
Are these guys jazzing me, do I seem like a sucker magnate
This really can't be true
It's like an invisible zoo
If they terminate this guy's position, they'd get my ballot
If you have a shower
There is one thing that is certain –
You either have a door of glass
Or else you have a curtain.
The curtains may be see-through
Or designed to be opaque,
Available in such array
A choice is tough to make.
My current one’s a cityscape
With buildings reaching high,
But much more colorful than those
That daily I pass by.
It brightens up the bathroom and
Brings out in me a smile,
Even though the time I’m there is
Just a little while.
A dash of whimsy cheers me up
And makes my spirits flower,
So why not help things out a bit
By jazzing up the shower?
Something I've always wondered about
A subject near and dear to my heart
Why don't sheep shrink in the rain
It's puzzled me right from the start!
A theory that sometimes is bandied about
Maybe their wool is non-shrinking
Sounds quite a bit far fetched to me
Someone's jazzing me I'm thinking!
Quite plausible if you think about it though
But whether it's true or it's not
Sheep I've talked to don't give a rat's ass
Damn wool is making them hot!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation
Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local market
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Of course the answer is yes
They're sheep, that's a real silly question
Three bags full would be my guess
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
At my age, you must be jazzing me
It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick
Was probably just a wee tike of three
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
The current trend is over eating
No wonder obesity is rampant in the world
Bad habits our kids we've been teaching
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a goat
Mary's been messing with the animals again
Naughty Mary, I here do quote
© Jack Ellison 2015
The sunset quivers
on memory’s sea.
Reminiscence dreams
of you and me.
Mellow tones
in golden hues
jazzing the steps
with hidden clues.
Reflections move
in quavering depth.
Dreaming for me
is a forward step;
There’s room
in this boat, now,
for more than we.
You’ve become
the memory
of how it should be
With true love
a reflection,
ever following me
I’ll launch
from this shore
into life’s sea.
© Debra Squyres
01/31/14
You've all heard the expression
“He shoots straight from the hip!”
The official dictionary translation...
“To speak directly or frankly”
Actually I would hope this applies to yours truly
No jazzing, no messing around, no hidden agendas
What you see is what you get
There's too much razzmatazz these days
It time to say what you mean and mean what you say
Be responsible for your actions and words
It will lead to a better understanding
Where we're all coming from
The world needs more openness to advance
Into the unknowns of the 21st century
Straight from the hip!
Inspired by my friend Judy Konos
© Jack Ellison 2014
Jazzing around,
the black humming bee
swings along with the strings
Fiddles, guitars
in the piano bars
keeping a-slamming the floor
The music is growing
from under the feet
of the Dancer:
THE BEAT!
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