"spiffy" poems
Pen to card choosing words slow
Sentiments of love, ease and flow
Driving outside, cloudy, light showers
Pull into the store, ordering flowers
All dressed up, looking spiffy
Hold on tight, be there in a jiffy
Roses on the left, a gift on the right
Knock on the door, breathless with excite
As the door opened, time stopped
Moment like this can't be topped
Ravishing, classy, extremely beautiful
A hug, a kiss, a smile, good feelings plentiful
You deserve it all, from here to the moon
Romance you read about, make you swoon
Clink our glasses, savor the wine
Hold on to this memory, sweet valentine
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
monk jumps
trinkle ****** trane
criss crossin time
aboard idiocentric planes
whacky Hackensack moods
near my mysterioso home
round bout midnight gleaning
brilliant corner poems
hummin blue monk blues
i surrender dear
Bemsha swing cast away
Friday the 13th fears
melancholy ruby swigs
straight no chaser shots
just let's cool one
at the red hot 5 Spot
rollins and griffin jammin
hudson riverside house
Weehawken royalty bows
to a spiffy charlie rouse
we remember mintons
a vast creative flood
monk be boppin on stage
when in walked bud
red rooster clucksters
raising town hall roofs
consecrating spaces playing
Monk's hallowed tunes
"pianos don't play no wrong notes"
we heard Thelonious once say
his utterances on the upright keys
ingenious music maestro on display
Music Selection:
Thelonious Monk:
In Walked Bud
Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial
10/10/17 - 10/10/17
Orlando
9/28/17
jbm
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Well hey babe, don't you look cool
You've got your spiffy clothes,
Your e-cigar, and you're good to go
Hey babe, you look so great
You've got on those ridiculous mom jeans,
And you're running on fumes
Hey babe, looking reeeeaaaal good,
Your hybrid can't go up hills but,
"Hey, I'm saving the earth!"
You can't keep up with these
Hipster habits
Tricks are meant for kids you,
Silly rabbit
You can't save the world,
You're just a silly girl,
Your life is not a trend.
Your cat pics are going viral
You've built a record player,
And you've turned tumblr into a bible
There are these clear men-wear inspired oxfords that you've "Gotta have!"
Shopping at goodwill can only get you so far,
Especially when you filled yourself with angst that's outdated.
It's not even like you're brooding in a bar
You can't keep up with these
Hipster habits
Tricks are meant for kids you,
Silly rabbit
You can't save the world,
You're just a silly girl,
Your life is not a trend.
And you could write me a strongly worded letter,
but don't make any mistakes dear, because your typewriter's not that clever.
I'm reading articles about appropriation,
And learning how to join the "body posi nation"
I dyed my hair white
And my paelo weight watchers points are out of sight!
Your Essie polish doesn't match your insta feed,
Oh look you've made a hipster out of me.
We can't keep up with these
Hipster habits
Tricks are meant for kids you,
Silly rabbit
We can't save the world,
We're just a silly girls,
Our lives are not a trend.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
undead city
layered spiffy
eat brains at discount
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
He sat on the old board fence, his chair of state
All spiffy in his Sunday-pressed khakis
Though he wasn't much for going to church
And his Other Hat, still a farmer’s hat
With his teeth and his workworn, sunburnt hand
(The other hand somehow mislaid in France)
He played the paper and ‘baccy and tag
Into a censer of sacred sweet smoke
And all us little boys watched him in awe
And hoped for the bag with its little string draw
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
*I love peach schnapps on a cool front
porch , with a touch of November wind , wrapped
up in my old brown scarf
I go for Jaegermeister when I'm a bit peaked ,
a few Texas shots are just what the patient needed
I lean to whiskey when it's bitter cold and 'brisky' ,
a spiffy sock cap with a hot toddy or two work
right nifty* ...
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
If I had a cape
I’d have escapades
My spiffy metal suit
Would be in pursuit
I’d write wrongs in bulk
With the build of the hulk
I’d echo-locate
Every reprobate
A transgendered Wonder
I’d end their plunder
Return the cash
In a flash
End the pain
We sustain
Save the world
As it whorled
Super-Duper
Super trouper
Maxi-Man!
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC