Mr. Waters taught me to stop-time. Pause, listen. New paths. 'Tonic pitches cast in progressions of lost time unfolding histories held in a cradle of tonality pointing to half steps in turnarounds of my life #smallpoems
Jazz ain't jazz until it be Jazz which ain't not not jazz but broken beats and stolen feats amd polyrhythms hidden in fusions ridden into found sounds floating in a Bitches Brew drank during Foreplay #smallpoems
Thx for the recommendation @dogtrax https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/content/listen/ I listen too Kamasi a new ear stumbling on sounds of a future's past an ethnomusicology unfolding in a dancing Lotus peaking from behind the curtain #smallpoems
Pressure pushes an unknown reality with each swallow Pain ensconced in a room while desire to teach drives me no thought follows locked away from family awaiting for truth dripping on a stick I shoved up my nose #smallpoems
#smallpoems I am the white space wrapping Warhols's Banana eaten and tossed next to discarded shoes out of frame by the crosswalk while the Hidenburg burns A broken zipper stuck on Sticky Fingers that bend light in prisms in photos of an ilmattic infant ready to die while others drown by dollars on a string pulling Patti's blank stare aiming into @mrchuckd '
Content warning: Flash sensitive Here is today's #poembox poem "RobotGuy" https://jgregorymcverry.com/poetry/robotguy.mp4 music by Ecrite: https://soundcloud.com/ecrite/e-c-r-i-t-e-robot #clmooc #smallpoems #writingcommunity
@DonaldClark bad bits of behaviourism bring in billions in ad bids biting on bad behavior bought in fits of gigabits that sip at brain's basic nature #smallpoems
#smallpoems My knuckles scraped, dirt congeals with blood I stack the fallen rock and slip into time scales a rock turned by glacier cleared by Slash and Burn Indigenous farmers stacked neatly in abandon walls by a Conquering culture restacked by Suburban decsendants now mixing my blood into this soil as moss falls to my time Rocks when you listen closely si
#smallpoems Apache Black Hawk Chinook Lakota Helicopters descendants of Cavalry tactics born on the Great Plains Named for Nations now conquered and canonized by by the conqueror
Tales traveling on God's rays, answers scatter in elastic truths of today particles simmering just below the horizon orange darts glisten with hope dancing on air #smallpoems
#literacies #smallpoems Eclipse critiques of digital shallows rather flip my fancy in Fuana and Fora. Life itself living in tidal pools of Carr's Shallows than sit in systems and Locks. Deep canals of well controlled knowledge
#smallpoems Sea dust sinks and rises in doldrums of dying seas tufts and puffs carving and converting air's abundance into rarity of life. Will colonies bloom into kingdoms fed on Phosphates of Anthropogenic invasions? A choking stratification as life begets life.
#smallpoems Viscous Forces resistant to porous courses sins of past cast a pitch, a slow drip of progress yet fluidity fastest at the axis as distortion dries on walls of history Together We climb taller in action lacrimal ducts sponging tears of tyranny into a meniscus height climbing past surface tensions
not our words Like Flower Moon before Legends of conquered Live on in tales of New England farmers while Genocide broke many a Lodge words hang a Wigwam frame abandoned but holding up our soul to Forgiveness #smallpoems
#smallpoems Strawberry moon rises over Dawn's Land a rekindling of Sacred Fire Wabanaki Council rises over Dawn's Land born to task lighting spirits in Four Directions calling All to the Grandmother's Declaration Affirming the Three Sisters hanging over our summer sun Wingspread protections cast moonlit shadows on decimated peoples Now recognized Like the st
#smallpoems #writingcommunity #poemsofpresence Our tree now stretches a blanket pulled over, warming us all. Leaves, tired, thirsty drained by savage drought of human history. Unfurling on a new day, A new hour. And while we look up, and bask in new light we can never forget No root, no tree, Silently, underground networks worked to make it happen. Our roots
Eyes wrenching in pain sprayed by lies of a Tyrant's Hubris. Truth emerges as a Hero of Swann Street spreads wings feathered in humanity wrapping stings of pain in visions of hope #smallpoems
stomping missives of misery laundered on pains of painted hands clocks turning time and time again Not Forgotten they fester as nightmares in light for little ones who lack the luxury to forget #smallpoems
#smallpoems A maze of misery Girdles our Trees of Liberty killing at edges vines of Bittersweet climbing choking Hungry thirst siphoning sucking on resources while greed steals the sun leaving us to mire in tangled darkness at the door of reclaimed history at edges of society a nasty force we must uproot hands dirty in work of getting it done.