~ A pOet Walked In ~

A piece inspired by all the incredible pOets I have known...a conglomeration of fascinating things about each and his spirit and craft....when i dropped this they "ALL" thought I wrote it "them"

 

A pOet walked in……through the blues and the smoke

smiled jazz with his face

and the twist of a joke.

 

A voice …all his own….not the regular kind.

sipped wine from my soul

poured the ressst… down my spine.

 

Bass kicked in as He started to speak

Angels danced off his grin

kinda makin’ me……..weak

 

Kicked the light off the edge, of the Man -In-The- Moon

brought the truth to its’ knees….not a minute too soon.

blowin’ holes in the cheese…..like my mind.

He was ….FINE …

DOUBLE-TIME

 

Droppin’ words never heard….like a prophet sublime.

power …all tangled up in his hair

whispered History ….did he miss me ????

blind…. by the length of my stare ?

 

Caught up like a fool ….who forgot to undress.

but jumped in the pool …anyway.

too late I jumped in….and forgot how to swim.

lost in that voice with no choice…I WAS ..,in.

 

Teased like a stray breeze ….tracing places to moments unroamed.

words slipped from his lips.

like a candle……slow burns

dancing right down to the bone

 

Made me feel “twilight –crazy” …..all  anointed …and hazy

 

He gave all he was….in a million parts

sifting through the screen of time.

made me… long

 to ..belong…..

to him….

for a time.

 

All alone in his …..in his zone.

in his vibe.

schmoozing blues….till he sat by my side.

 

As close….became closer

He drew into me.

as we smoldered….and chatted

sipping….” Sax-A–Phrase”  tea.

knee-to-Knee ….soul to soul

as the candles grew dim

 

So it was on the night a pOet walked in.

 

 

 

©2007 J.Hampton [email protected]

Author's Note

Ol' Skool .....the way we used to do it.....

Reviews

[Marie Starr]

there's this one guy i know with the voice of a tree - blows me away everytime he reads ... only problem is i get so stuck on his voice i rarely hear his words ... oops ...

i especially like these lines:

Smiled jazz with his face

Lost in that voice with no choice�..mind....spinnin� sin

i started this piece one time about how cologne should be illegal around me - there's some scent some men wear that drives me crazy and i've never gotten an answer about what it is exactly - this poem makes me want to finish that one ...

once again - nice write ... it's tight ... peace, marie

[Greg the Bard]

I feel jazz as it comes from the soul and this poem does too. It is suttle yet to the point. I found it easy to read and it draws you in as you go along like two people meeting for the first time and liking what they see. Wanting it to go deeper and it does. Very well done.

[Ghiasquared]

Now this makes me wish I was there. Vivid imagery and excellent conveyance of emotions. The flow throughout held me in check as I was mesmerized. Nice job.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Hmmmmmmmmm�.. My imagination stirs.

I picture smoke filled Jazz bars, flash suits and long legged ladies, sipping Jack D�s in dimly lit black silk lined corner booths.

What a picture! Smooth, smoldering and beautiful � you just blew me away with this one!

Yes!

God�s Blessing
Phillozofee

[Jeff "jazzman"..]

I love this piece, you have captured the essence of true spoken word. I love the poem flowed, you are a skoken word diva! I am really feeling this piece......Excellent write!


"Kicked the light off the edge, of the Man �In- The- Moon
Brought the truth to its� knees�.not a minute too soon.
Blowin� holes in the cheese�..like my mind. "

Keep it hot sis!.... Well done!

[Brooklyn Darkchild]

I really thought this was like the first poem I ever read of yours but there's no review here from me. SO...I like it; like the buoyant rhyme scheme, like the smoldering atmosphere, like the feeling evoked by the phrase:
"A voice �all his own�.not the regular kind.
Sipped wine form my soul
Poured the rest down my spine."
A pOet like that can walk into MY life ANY night.
Be Blessed!
DC

[Tamela J. Gordon]

So, I'm sure you've been told this before, but... girl, you got a Black tongue! I know you know what i mean by that. Your soul is like... hella soulful! You are my Janis Joplin of spoken word! Keep it comin' sis

[J. M. Yeary]

A very nice piece of work. I lovethe subtle sensuality combined with the musical theme to bring about the moment ;-)