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Jazz Man & Views – dVerse Jazz Poetry

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– Jazz Man and Views –

brother believe in your silver-spangled skill-set
stand on the shore, survey the scene
let your guitar sing, reverberate those rhythms
play it again boy, play it with ease

brother believe in your power and your glory
step all aboard, anchors set free
dive into those oceans, manipulate that music
play it all night boy, play with the breeze

brother believe, bring back your tall tales
return to the harbour, head held high
hold fast to the memories, they’ll last you a lifetime
play with your youth boy, play and believe.

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This is in honour of my young brother Doug, who sets off today for Barcelona and beyond, playing his guitar and delighting cruise passengers aplenty.  He’s a jazz muso, so this fits perfectly. Dead proud of you little bro, dead proud.

Thank you, dVerse for the timely inspiration. Enjoy many, many more jazz-inspired poems here.

 

The Old Life – dVerse Open Link Week 113

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Because I need to write these days in the same way that I need to breathe, because today has been different and because I like rules, but not too many, here’s my first (and not my last) entry into the dVerse Open Link. In honour of everyone who has lived a life.

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The Old Life

Today, we reminisced about old times:
Remember when
and
I’d forgotten how
and
Can you really believe?

Today, we laughed about how they
looked down on us
and
sneered at our clothes
and
told us to behave.

And yet as we shared our memories
of a hotel with ideas above its station,
I held a picture in my mind’s eye 
of a carefree girl with curly brown hair.
Giggling, wearing a shapeless shirt
and those jeans with the broken zip.

And I wonder where she went.
And I wonder.
And I wonder.

The Roads We Travel

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Copyright - Freya

Copyright – Freya

The writer’s brain is full of twists and turns, cul de sacs and U-turns. There might be hills and valleys, cliff (hangers), detours, forks in the road and missing signposts. Frustration, emptiness, despair and angst are part and parcel of the journey we take.

Would we trade in the tears and tantrums for a less challenging way of life?

No.

Well, I wouldn’t, anyway.

Because the high, when it all comes together, is indescribable.

What do you think?