Praise the Poet

All Poems Written By Golda Solomon. All Poems are Copyrighted and may not be used without written permission of Golda Solomon/JazzJaunts
Praise  and kudos for my sister and brother poets Praise this city with a mighty estuary that seasons our words with salt Praise all the poets whose new spices gives us a diverse menu of verses We are joined by meter, form, rhythm, new tongues that tease palates   Praise our ancestors, griot storytellers, sounds that burst through lips Who spoke and spread  history  tales   songs of life  progress and strife Praise the poets with quill and pen, early recorders of romance war love Praise the performance poets whose sounds resound as the gulls sway   To the syncopation of vowels, consonants, dipthongs  spit into the sky Praise voices that holler   pray   whisper   rasp   howl Praise our words we share freely Priase all wordsmithys on this International Day set aside for us   Honoring

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words play

All Poems Written By Golda Solomon. All Poems are Copyrighted and may not be used without written permission of Golda Solomon/JazzJaunts
metaphor me but not in iambicpentameter simile melike like like six/eight me a jazzy waltzspin me againand again mambo and cha cha cha me backto the catskills of my childhoodenjamb me into the next line of a tercet stanza read meread me pageby page tea for two me as only monk’spiano fingers could dowhisk me in a blues bowl and i will six words youa sestina thatspeaks my life collage me recycle me catalog medewey decimal me library of congress menever make me over due and mail me mail me to the moondon’t forget to postage stamp meforever forever forever……..

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SLIVER OF GLASS

All Poems Written By Golda Solomon. All Poems are Copyrighted and may not be used without written permission of Golda Solomon/JazzJaunts
LIKE A GLASS OF MILK THAT SLIPSTHROUGH YOUR FINGERS, YOU CANSWEEP UP THE LARGER BROKEN PIECES,LIQUID SLOSHING FINDS CRACKS TO HIDE IN.A SLIVER OF GLASS CAN FIND YOU YEARS LATER,AND IN THE FRESH WOUNDIN THE RED BLOOD A FOUND MEMORY.

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