Bronx Boogie (Poetry Of A Nymphomaniac)

Muscle milk
thick base
freckle face

a sweating heart
express beats
bodies alluvion
soaked skin

here we go again
ready for east coast swing
brother magnify the sun
abducted differing dances
you hood boy
our room became the Savoy

snake hipping
side way dipping
shimmy, shimmy rump shaker
into rhumboogie aloft mattress
broken in by a backed up
Bronx woogie break down

asphyxiate long enough
to capture zephyr
arrest in fetal seat
goodnight baby
I'll come again...


© 2010 Lepadah




From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
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hot and beautiful. sings, read aloud.

bravo.

g

Teena Marie - Casanova Brown (Live) R.I.P (Rest In Peace)

New York City omg "Baby It's Cold Outside."

Baby It's Cold Outside

I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

C'mon baby

I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

Baby it's cold outside

Brr its cold...
It's cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well... I really shouldn't... alright

Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again...

Michael Geffner

Michael Geffner December 23, 2010 at 9:15am
Subject: Jan. Calendar of Events
Thursday, Jan. 6
The Inspired Word's OPEN MIC Night!
15-slot open mic (open to any type of artist, 5 minutes apiece)
Special Guest - Lythion Music
One and One
Nexus Lounge
76 East 1st Street
Manhattan, NYC 7pm

Thursday, Jan. 13
The Inspired Word One-Year Anniversary All-Star Extravaganza
Scheduled Features: Patricia Smith, Willie Perdomo, Oveous Maximus, Steve Colman, Vanessa Hidary, Rico Frederick, Simply Rob, Osagyefo, Jane Ormerod, Jane LeCroy, Thomas Fucaloro, Ocean Vuong, Jamaal St. John, Tahani Salah, Gemineye, B. Yung, Brian Dykstra, Sean Patrick Conlon, Erica Miriam Fabri with Robin Andre, Advocate of Wordz, Eliel Lucero
(Le) Poisson Rouge
Gallery Bar
158 Bleecker Street
Manhattan, NYC 6pm (early start time!)

Thursday, Jan. 20
Crime Fiction Night with authors Thomas H. Cook and Bruce DeSilva
12-slot open mic (open to any type of artist)
One and One
Nexus Lounge
76 East 1st Street
Manhattan, NYC 7pm

Thursday, Jan. 27
Featured Poet: jessica Care moore
12-slot open mic (open to any type of artist)
One and One
Nexus Lounge
76 East 1st Street
Manhattan, NYC 7pm

John Travolta Saturday Night Fever You Should Be Dancing.flv

Samaad A Poem

Melt me
away with trembling tambourines
a micronucleus burst
jollying about

volley inborn
once caligiinous
lighted by current berries
allelula the cry

Balm of Gilead
snatching pearls
tempt abstractions
reaping acquaintance

for inspiration
a yen for you

© 2010 Lepadah


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From: mapovia (mapovia)
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i love this poem
though beats me
what it's about
love at first sight
it sure feels good



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Posted: Dec 22 10 11:39 AM


...once again i have to grab a dictonary but this is a very nice and tight poem. Kudos...

the obatala



From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
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Posted: Dec 22 10 01:27 PM
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voluptuous fun here. very very nice.


g

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Sister To Anais Nin

Inside a yellow cab
she sits
crosses long legs
finger gloss lips
peering out at Flushing Bay
ten minute ride
to house on the left
four doors down

a lighted shadow
standing content
knowing specialness had arrived

nude pictures packaged on table
bottled Negra Modelo
downstairs counting nine steps
open forum
freshly smoked Newports
she begged a drag
his cologne roaming

the voice feathered across the space
standing, smiling
showing his happiness
letting the smoking jacket fall open

specialness left loyalty
the albatross of monogamy
ended after her vows to polygamy

kissing you resuscitate the cold
blowing measured breaths
minted molecules
heating the marrow

eyes of not the sparrow
those of an absolute
a disciplined swain


© 2010 Lepadah



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From: smifffy (smifffy)
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Liked this, rolled like a marble on polished granite

                         smiffy





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Bravo lepadah.....just splendid writing!





Sister To Anais Nin


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...you and this'legend' are going in! Hard! Early... lol

great sexual sensual piece

Obatala



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Sister To Anais Nin


From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)
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smart sexy grownup and slightly harrowing -- wonderful work.

 

g

Autumn in New York (Billie Holiday) dedicated to my Autumn Pascal Pryce

Moody's Mood for Love

Five And Dime Carousel In Albuquerque

Five And Dime Carousel Ride

This little boy
that little girl
down across the street

open window to smell summer
youthful cries
come outside
cherry lollypops
the drip of popsicles
ten cent ride on the carousel
a front Woolworth

giggle, canoodling the play pony
happily waiting to ride
the twinkle, twinkle music
pushed against memory lost

rebellion rubbing bicycle tires
zipping up streets
little debbie riding banana seat
where every bump was a whee!

flooded thoughts here in Albuquerque
five and dime general store
remembering first date
for a dime
stolen from moms pocketbook

giddying up legs flapping
adventures of the magical machine
little debbie a grin
unable to ride off into the sunset
station inside cement

moon will soon rise
over white picket fence
he gave away the red hot wheel
the Hopalong Cassidy watch
collected from cereal box tops

a boy tenderfoot
to red light, green light one two three
now let me see

playing rock'em sock'em robot
bought from the neighbor stoop sale
help him steal a kiddy kiss

his hunched elation
youthful masturbation
under tent cover

the surprised beaten
next day after mothers discovery
the stained underwear
thrown behind the bureau

jacking his dinky into a dick
thinking about little debbie
from across the street
the girl worth every dime

joys of the carousel


© 2010 Lepadah




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Subject: Five And Dime Carousel In Albuquerque


"..jacking his dinky into a dick'

Enjoying a good sound chuckle.
I'm sure the gentlemen will relate;
wonder how many will comment?

At first I thought it to be written by a man
yet was not surprised to find a woman author;
after all she was once that little girl and is now
likely to be a mother who found the stained underwear.

Very down to earth writiing. Stay inspired.
I had not read you before and I think it has been my loss.
Will be watching for your future posts.

J :)



It is a keeper Lydia; not just for the memories, the truth natural but so
very well written. A gem to give your son on the birth of his own first son.
IF (big if) I can find the right carousel horse, and a pair of little
children playing - I may give it a stab at painted illustration. I have the
picture in
my mind but I often dream in my head above what my fingers can
accomplish..If is does happpen, will send you a copy. Aproject for the
longest
month of the ear - January in a Canadian winter.
Stay inspire - lovely to read.
:)) :))
Faye

Kelis feat.Nas In Public

BJ

Indulge one daydream
tempting taste of thick cream
melted around the mouth
it's essence
the scent of something earth new

a sweep of plenty to harvest
you offer a generous portion
satisfying a yawn
blessing of your crest
spread upon teats
over round full mounds
of chestnut skin beneath

where the air lingers thin
a sniff of musky sweetness
belay between
a smiling thatch
carefully crop curly cues
preparing to kiss a new terrain

reaching the ultimate apogee...

peace Lepadah

James Brown & Luciano Pavarotti - It's a Man's World

Digable Planets - Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

A Parked Performance

The Siberian steel of this night
standing water
unhurried ripples
overlap into oleaginous sheets

a frosty bottle
Corona with vodka
biting wool gloves
pieces of frozen ice sticking them

an abandoned dog
under a weeping willow
stiffly blowing
waving scary branches
at the shivering soul

holiday lights blinking
afar on the hill
sitting still
vigilant eye planes landing LGA
meticulously manicured fingers
set digital player

to Baroque Duet Battle and Marsalis
authentic loveliness of Scarlatti
"Su le sponde del Tebro"

beveled car seats
designing a single star
napping to a feel up
while the Aria slipped into Dolphy
perfectly fine
just like pinching hands
down the blouse

perfectly fine


© 2010 Lepadah

Renewed interest celebrating a Jazz Legend ... today Eric Dolphy.

Eric Dolphy Biography
in full Eric Allan Dolphy
( 1928 – 1964 )




(born June 20, 1928, Los Angeles, Calif., U.S.—died June 29, 1964, West Berlin, W.Ger.) African-American jazz musician, a virtuoso improviser on woodwinds and a major influence on free jazz.

Dolphy began playing clarinet, oboe, and alto saxophone in his youth and attended Los Angeles City College. He was in Roy Porter's big band during the late 1940s. He then spent a few years in a U.S. Army band, after which he transferred to the U.S. Naval School of Music. Upon returning to Los Angeles Dolphy played locally, and he first became nationally recognized when he toured and recorded with the Chico Hamilton quintet in 1958–59.

Settling in New York by early 1960 led to Dolphy's most noted performing associations, with Charles Mingus, trumpeter Booker Little, and John Coltrane. He recorded often, but opportunities to play in public were erratic. He died of complications of diabetes.

Dolphy's impact resulted largely from his brilliant playing of not only alto saxophone but also flute (then uncommon in jazz) and bass clarinet (which he virtually introduced into jazz improvisation). Besides his thorough mastery of these woodwinds, he introduced an unprecedented range of unique expressive techniques on them. While his phrasing usually resembled Charlie Parker's in rhythmic terms, Dolphy harmonically was given to wide, angular leaps and distant relations to fixed harmonic structures, so that his chromatic lines at times seemed to approach atonality. Typically, his solos proceeded by free association. By 1963–64, however, he had discovered unique ways of organizing his improvising, using original themes and radical harmonic means, as in his major album Out to Lunch.