Poem

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It’s Going Down- Bebop to Summer of Soul Poem

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Poem Post: Music Makes my Hips Sway

It came about in the Late 40s Very fast paced and sped up makes me feel like I’m being chased you can’t dance to this music no you must admire this music you close your eyes and you let your mind wander you hear the sax and the piano mesh together to make this vibrant […]

The Soul of America – Poem

The Soul of America   Endless pools of creativity  Innovation in the midst of turmoil Beauty emerging in the depths of pain   The true alchemists   They want our rhythm but not our blues Often imitated but never duplicated The Soul of America