"tatum" poems
The jukebox plays that old time swing
What a wild sound, a jumping fling
I've got it bad today, a fever for you
Think of us, when I'm feeling blue
Sinatra say that having it bad,
Well it ain't good and I'm so glad
So when I'm down and out, I'll turn you on
That old timey jazz, for me it's the only one
Art Tatum I'll turn you up loud
Swanky Szabo, amasses a crowd
Slim Gaillard, that crazy sound
Teagarden's trombone all around
Mingus and Ayler, Rollins and Miles
Dalindeo and Niechęć all those styles
I'll dance the moonlight serenade
and these hepcats, will never fade
Dry up daddy-o and focus on sanity
Sonny still struttin' with such vanity
Wayne Shorter quartet on a starry night
Jazz has me goofy but feeling alright
I've been feeling grummy for far too long
Remedied with an old Billie Holiday song
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Try to pick up a girl,
I get called a pervert.
She's ******** dressed,
I mean, just look at her.
Say she looks beautiful,
compliment her hair.
She says I'm thirsty,
so she "curves" me,
I'm out of here.
They think we're pigs,
because we try to show we love her.
All they want is Efron,
Tatum, Franco, Lautner.
They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!
They're crazy.
I try to be the nice guy,
instead I'm told to go home.
Next time I see her,
she's put me in the Friendzone.
She likes an *******
tells me I'm a ****
But isn't he,
the same as me,
nothing I say works.
They get jealous,
'cause we talk to other girls.
I'm in her Friendzone though,
why does it concern her?
They live in fantasy,
separate from you and me.
What are they waiting for?
Your prince isn't coming girl!
They're just delusional!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
Just the other day I saw you.
Same nike shoes, ray ban glasses....
New haircut, looks nice.
But I just cant help myself from having flashbacks
I remember walking, talking with you. I...
I remember.
I was thinking about us, thinking about me, thinking about us. Whats it going to be?
Opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream
A dream that would remain dead and cold ,and anything but a a reality.
But that was back when it took 5 seconds to need you
Channing Tatum to leave you
and a phone call to make my day.
I remember. I remember.
But tell me why did you have to make things so complicated.
Make something so ugly than what we made it?
You remember the canvas of colors that we painted
that you out of carelessness painted gray.
I refuse to let something so small affect me in a big way.
You gotta understand thats why I let it slip away.
It's funny how three words "I love you" can hold a big meaning yet be said without one.
So, let these next seven words be that you remember.
We are never ever getting back together.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Deep brown eyes like a rich cup of coffee.
She was always warm too;
I could tell more by her aura than a touch.
She was always sweet and sparkling,
it showed in her genuine grin.
I'm ever grateful that in my panic
of first learning the people of a foreign place,
her coffee eyes were the first I met.
She guided me into sunshine serenity;
inside I've kept notice ever since.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
people tell me they love how raw my poems are
but as soon as i step out from behind the keyboard
i’m instantly called a ***** for expressing myself
i’ve been called the ice queen
my father agrees
but my mother only asks when i’ll thaw out
i tell her that ice remains as long as the surroundings are colder
others tell me i have an old soul
maybe i just believe in the things unseen
the things between the lines
the tears behind every poem i write are
unseen and will forever remain behind the scenes
—a run-on poem because it’s 1:52 A.M. and i can’t focus
—Chanel Tatum
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC