#bop
Where creeps the backdoor maestro,
in your selectively disinterested brain,
lessons issued freely leave more questions,
made grander by solicitude and grace.
What of existence and eternal presence?
Posed like mannequins, your questions are
intoned in tones of childhood melodies.
Designs on your attention,
all claim the moral higher ground.
It seems that the naive attempts
to disambiguate the ancient texts,
serve only to cement a modern bias,
parting not the reeds of lemongrass's fakery,
parsing not the deeds of the felonious among us,
no quiet comprehension in the noise and messy chaos;
intoned in tones of childhood melodies.
Suppose a gift of kindness to yourself.
Embrace the finitude delusion.
Pretend that one day this will terminate;
in absence and in darkness will be peace.
Surrender to your ardent vernal mantra,
to gently row and row and row your boat,
intoned in tones of childhood melodies.
rc
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
I'm feelin' pretty tipsy now
Dancing to the beat, huh
Hey, sweep me off my feet
And take me to the moon
Dancing to the beat, huh
Serve me a martini
And take me to the moon
So we could eat the stars
Serve me a martini
And we'll run away, yeah
So we could eat the stars
Tiny bite-sized bits
So we could eat the stars
Hey, sweep me off my feet
Tiny bite-sized bits
I'm feelin' pretty tipsy now
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
Been over seven years
since I've been in the club
What in my mind made me want to come
I wasn't sure that I was still young enough
Even though my mentality,
is probably younger than most the people here
Got grey hairs in my beard
Though I'm only twenty-nine
Kind of let myself go body wise
Haven't even had that much experience in this life
And now I'm entering the prime
Everywhere I look, girls, be dancing
Boys on the prowl looking for lustful romancing
And I'm standing here
Think I'm losing control
Of my mind, body and soul
I'm moving to the music
Feel the sway
Never to old
to feel the music flowing
through these bones
Never to old
To feel my heart beating to the rhythm
All these feelings I've been given
Out on display
Through movements see what the lyrics say
Let the beat come alive
As your body moves in time
Under these flashing lights
And now that these tunes
Have taken me over
I've lost all senses to even care
Just need a night to let my hair down
Not a care in the world now
As I'm lost in the groove
That's when I noticed her
As I look towards your blue-eyed gaze
A feeling lights me up
From a smile that you gave
When I looked your way
Sticking too the moment
as I'm swept across the floor
Through these movements that I make
As melodies remedy everything in me
She glides across the room
Just to tell me what she had to say
And the words that fell from her lips
"Would you like to dance with me?"
I'm moving to the music
Feel the sway
Never to old
to feel the music flowing
through these bones
Never to old
To feel my heart beating to the rhythm
All these feelings I've been given
Out on display
Through movements see what the lyrics say
Let the beat come alive
As your body moves in time
Under these flashing lights
And now that these tunes
Have taken me over
I've lost all senses to even care
Just need a night to let my hair down
Not a care in the world now
The DJ was bringing down the room
With all those dance anthems qued
And as I pulled you closed to my chest
A change of pace
In the playlist, the DJ played
A song that filled the club
As sweet vocals softly and slowly build
To a climactic chill
that runs down your spine
I feel her heartbeat next to mine
The goosebump on my skin
Make my hairs stand like soldiers
So much room to breathe
I feel free
I feel free
I'm moving to the music
Feel the sway
Never to old
to feel the music flowing
through these bones
Never to old
To feel my heart beating to the rhythm
All these feelings I've been given
Out on display
Through movements see what the lyrics say
Let the beat come alive
As your body moves in time
Under these flashing lights
And now that these tunes
Have taken me over
I've lost all senses to even care
Just need a night to let my hair down
Not a care in the world now
©2018 Written By Benji James
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
-Lyrix (Rock 'n Jazz)
Allegro
I remember you
from way back then
when we danced
in the dark of the night
I remember you
from way back then
when your love was
brighter than light
Do you remember me
from way back then
when my words were
more than they seem
Do you remember me
from way back then
when the music was
a faraway dream
Baby hold on tight
and don't let go
We're dancing on
the water now
Baby look me eye to eye
and don't look around
We're dancing on
the water now
I remember you
from way back then
when you never did
what you were told
I told you to
leave me alone
but I knew that
you would not go
Do you remember me
from way back then
back when I
was just a child
I remember the kiss
that you gave me
was the kiss that
made me go wild
Baby won't you
please kiss me again
We're dancing on
the water now
Baby take my hand
and be my friend
We're dancing on
the water now
Dancing on the water now
Dancing on the water now
Dancing from the
Big Bang back
Dancing from the
Big Bang back
Dancing from the
Big Bang back
Baby
Hey now B-Bopz back
Back Back better get back
Don't you go believing
all the freakin' lies
and screaming
'Cause you know me
better than that
Baby you know me
from way way back
Better get back back
Baby Better get back
I remember you
from way back then
when we shared
the bread and the wine
When the Holy Water
touched your face
I knew that you
would be mine
Do you remember me
from way back then
when our love was
shone all around
Do you remember then
I kissed your cheek
and said Baby you
gotta' run me down
Baby I been tryin'
and tryin' and tryin'
to get through all this
liein' and cryin' and whinin'
Dancing on the water now
We're dancing on
the water now
Baby look me eye to eye
and tell me the truth
'Cause everybody knows
Doves don't lie.
Dancing on the water now
We're dancing on
the water now
Dancing from the
Big Bang back
Dancing from the
Big Bang back
Dancing from the
Big Bang back
Baby
Right on
B-Bopz Back!
-R.
(07)
-D
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Thomas, Tommy baby,
you are both hot,
and sweet.
Tom Cat you’re red hot--
when I catch you in your Tom Cat Strut,
sauntering across campus,
strolling like it ain’t no thing,
cuz it don’t meant a thing
if it ain’t got that swing baby.
So dig this, Tommy Gun,
you groove with the best of ‘em
when I spot you strollin’—
Your head, teetering left and right like a seesaw, boppin’ baby,
arms hangin’ loosely, swinging freely, wildly, go! go!
legs scooping forward in boisterous trombone slides--
Groooooove Tommy baby!
You’re Louis’s best blows--
ten feet from the mic and the Fives baby,
you’re hot, red hot,
any closer and I'll burn up!
Go!
But you’re cool, real cool,
and oh so sweet.
Super sweet--
in your beard like a pepper and salt shaker tossed across the table,
I look to see those rosy lips part,
and peep those pearly whites shinin' like the bell of Louis’s cornet
brandished in the air, under those ballroom lights--
you’re screamin’ Tommy!
Let me hear that laugh that shakes the room,
punches like Blakey’s bass drum,
thumps like Mingus--
T-Bird you’ve got that hard bop in your soul,
you’re gonna bop to the top TB,
into the third heaven where the angels fall in line to your swing,
that incessant strut that keeps the devil at bay,
Blow! Blow! Blow!
And I see you now Tom Cat,
up there in the clouds,
digging your way across eternity,
bopping and jiving, swinging and blowing,
in your faded khaki pants and worn tennis shoes,
loosely buttoned collared shirt,
tight rectangular glasses that glistened the bell of your eyes even more--
I gotta stand twenty feet away Tommy baby!
You glance down at me and wink,
rearing your head back to let loose that Mingus and Blakey
bottom-end laugh,
guffaw guffaw guffaw!!!
--so hearty and rich,
the backbone of every nervous first-year classroom,
and the sniggering seniors you continued to befuddle and dazzle
with your mysterious ways
and insatiable swing.
So blow, Tommy Gun, blow!
Go Tom Cat go!
Dig T-Bird dig!
Let loose Tommy boy!
Swing for us, swing swing swing--
Hot and Sweet, Tommy baby,
hot and sweet.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
Iddy Biddy Bopping Boy
Dancing by age of three.
Dancing for the feel of joy,
What a happy sight to see.
Jigging, jogging, boogywoog
Like folks six times his age.
Iddy Biddy Bopping Boy
He became the local rage.
As soon as music played
His feet began to move
The rest of his tiny body
Bounced with the groove.
He’d get that happy look, then
He’d slip and slide and wiggle
And anyone around him would
Smile and then begin to giggle.
He was so young to do it
To have a style this cool
But nobody ever argued
They’d be a purentee fool.
The Iddy Biddy Bopping Boy
Was cool and smooth and clean.
He was the dude, the man;
The pint-sized dancing machine.
Iddy Biddy Bopping Boy
Dancing by age of three.
Dancing for the feel of joy,
What a happy sight to see.
Jigging, jogging, boogywoog
Like folks six times his age.
Iddy Biddy Bopping Boy
Becoming all the rage.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
guess you shouldve thought about that
before you broke your mothers back,huh,sweetheart?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
The lining of my grey suit
sparkles like it can't tear itself
from the stars full of secret passions
which belt my skin hugging eyes
to strokes of gentle smooth
back handed compliments
tightly lingering on your waist
while imaginary boutonnières
are pressing comfortably into ribs
feeling you pinch my collar
and tug towards its button hole
open to curl a whispered flower
tight enough to pin my breast pocket heart
against moving from your own
pressing loveliness
It's no surprise when you shock
my circadian rhythms out of sleep
sending me to bed at the most opportune
time's tales stalling the early hours
to wet my dry lips on doubles
of Bombay Sapphire gin
blue skies
stirred into a Campari soda aperitif
red as all round sunsets
going down on a burning gold mine
melting the ice cube universe above it
into the trailing edge of your light path
As if the cult of comet Hale-Bopp
had returned from Heaven's Gate
in the form of an insomniac priestess
landing craft crushes gone rampant
as it heads for a melting Icelandic glacier
crashing like a bouncing ball
in rolled up sheets
sliding to a temporary stop
scrunched around your hair
shaking the doubts of the day
out like a cascading highlight
rushing into the shadows
and on to tremulous scalding streams
brushing my shirt stripes apart
thoughts like magnetic locks jolted
into releasing dark bright conflict
to see where gasps could bite
without spilling tears of poisonous scalding
hot from wells dug deep in fissured oases
trying to bury hands with cupped fingers
impatient to splash in your wake
and unpack those mirrored thumbs
dug into well sprung geyser like palms
leaning hard on the prison walls of the night
like off duty guards
letting down their punishment roughly
until disappearing through wide open eyeshadows
as startled as rabbits caught escaping
by a searchlight wanting to skin them alive
and throw them under a sheet
covered in burrowed tunnels of love
to emerge the other side neatly redressed
in grey morning suits and starshine eyes
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC