Posts Tagged ‘musician’

Such A Loss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

November 19, 2017

Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.

OR
*was and all she’d be.

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Why Hearers and Dancers? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

June 22, 2017

Some make music. Some/
hear. Few dance. If not for those/
few, why make music?

Why Perform: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

March 16, 2014

What if you perform,/
not for attention or fame,/
but to spread your joy?

The Poetic Artist versus Insecure Egotist: an IMprov Poem

January 26, 2009

There’s a femme fatale stunner I know…
and now that my confidence is no longer low
In my mind I’m empowered
to gather up flowers,
and see
if she’d like to see
where it will go.
Because I don’t know!

But there is a problem
I’ll admit.
And I don’t quite know
how to address it.

For some time
I’ve fantasized
about touching her back,
her neck,
her thighs!

As though that would be a solution
to my internal turmoil
and Revolution!

The solution was there
in my mind all along!
I just had to dare
to finally sing my own song!
Care to sing along?

(Now, I just need to balance
the verbal artist,
carefully and creatively
with the insecure egotist,
so I can co-exist!)

What if God is a Jazz Musician?

January 23, 2009

Back in high school I read a science report that stated that radio waves coming from Pulsars, Quarks, and other astrological entities portrayed very sophisticated Jazz beats and rhythms. I wrote a poem, then, which I can’t find… but this is a rewrite that still asks the same question.

The Quasars
and Pulsars
from dying sparks
of Quarks
playing in the dark
form bang, bang,
do wop, bang
rhythms
and be bop bang
syncopated rhymes
in do wop, bang re bop
three-quarter time
on radio
do whop bang discs
in bang bang do whop bang Puerto
Rico
and New Mex
ico.
So …
What if God
bang bang do whop bang
IS a Jazz Musician?
Man?
AND
the Universe
Is His Big
Gig,
Dig?