Sweet Jazz Poetry

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As I sit at this keyboard

with no beat in mind, I

twirl around in this computer

chair just to waste a little

bit of time.

Or until an idea pops into

my head…well, here I go

thinking deep again.

I press record and gently

place my fingers upon the

keys in front of my face…I

then close my eyes and think

positive thoughts as my heart

begins to play.

A tune that may or may not

have been heard before by

listening ears.

This tune could place a

smile upon the audiences

face, or it could bring out

happy tears.

I dare not add a poem yet,

cause the beat has stolen the

spotlight for now.

When the time seems right,

no rush…the words will find

their way out.

They will be said so the

audience can paint a picture

among themselves.

A picture that will last

forever in their mind…or

a portrait they can share with

someone else.

A sweet memory that

will be talk of their days,

a token of appreciation for

the little things in life, that

will last always.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 26, 2014 ⏰

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