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BANANA PUDDIN' JAZZ POEM
08/02/08
I got escorted in by a very handsome man
A man that was even more handsome
brought me tea
The Banana pudding man served the best
banana pudding & music.
Picked me to start the BPJ poem and called me
Blondie
Which I am (tonight!)
And so my soul is touched
The youth... The confidence ... The beauty.....
Even in a space where the echo of
oppression is lifted in voices of
youth & ancestry...
She dances with the spotlight as
the melody flows from her lips…
LGBT still is uneasy.
Go figure!
To hear heaven for the first time
put joy in my heart
God was patient in creating greatness
I love you Lorelle
Beautiful, soaring, and engaging
Fantaslalishous!
Jazz is the equivent
of life - We move though it
with highs and lows., soft chords
hard notes, shoo be doo wop!
Play me a song
Make my life a rhythmic tune
that can sing in tune
The essence of true beauty and hope
is brought back by young ladies
singin' jazz classics, families brought
together by music, and good old
fashion banana pudding
It is my first time
my first time to see and
hear talent in the raw
Talent that came from deep inside
Talent that expresses true success
Life is for Living
For Loving
For doing unto others as you'd have
them do unto you
For journeying toward your
finest self
For giving without waiting
for a return on the
investment
For feeling great at 63 and
looking forward to the future -
mascara, lipstick
and Celebrex in hand ! ! !
We can not violate anymore
to each other
We must love
unconditionally
We must learn
to do all things
from love
Only love sustains us
and carry us to the
next level
so that light can
absorb all negativity
So Here's to Life
Here's to Love;
Here's to You !!
Sey wha?
I'm feeling fine
taking my time
enjoying this lyme
Thank you for your love
all you artists!!
Best banana puddin I've
ever had!
And the puddin' was from the hood
It was very little understood
I'd eat it if I could
In the middle of summer
Heat waves, waves of rhythm
Bounce, bop, become
Something totally in tune -
Youth begins to bring
the sounds of summer home
Hip hop, banana puddin' rhapsody
twistin' jazz melody
Cheers for the beauties on stage
the drinks behind the bar
and Rome marv- tastically
orchestrating it all
as we ring out this banana puddin' happenin'
Keep playing the song
Let it last long
Keep playing the crowds on earth
with sounds reaching
ancestors above
Keep playing the songs
loud, strong, and long!!!
The sounds of summer....
The silky feel of the sun's heat
across your skin
The slide & trickle of serious
sweat as it pearl's your lover's
breast
The tart tickle of a raspberry
sorbet
The joy of a summer rain
Yes these are just some of the
of the joyous sounds of summer
37 and here with LES, and if
another step could never be taken
it's summer time and heaven has arrived
The Banana Puddin' served the
Sweetest tooth as congratulations
were passed with cheers & pats
on the back
The missing notes were
replaced with the eyes of eager
fans offering thier cheers between
discussions of James T. Kirk and
fights resultant of stomping feet
Bottom line: The rhythm section
swung with little notice all night
long
Summer jazz
Grandmothers smiles
NYC sweetness
Very talented singers, and the rhythm
section was awesome: especially the
pianist Kelly Powers!
Rome, you're always full of
surprises
How do you do it?
I know Banana Puddin' night
will be exceptional
and the end too soon
Just keep on doin what
you're doin'
This is a wonderful experience
having been involved with the
world of jazz my whole life through
I know all of my departed great musicians
are overjoyed at the new comers
This is what it's all about
continuing the legacy
They were all so very young
We were all young
Blessings to you for creating the venue
Jazz ain't nothing but
soul - be it young - or old
let's spread the gold!
Jazz as sweet as pudding
Sweet to the ears food for
the soul delicious for the young
and old
The world opened up and we flew inside
addicted to beauty, held hostage by
pride - But we'll be free - all in due time
May God Bless you the youth to
continue this great legacy
There is a time and season
Thanks God there's reason
I close my eyes when your song
slips the boundaries of intellect
into transcendence
where nothing else matters
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