Showcasing a wide range of poetry through the medium of “spoken word”, any poem that is spoken outload, sung, chanted, cried-out or howled. This is a database of sound recordings and videos by Spoken Word Artists, in their own words, modern and old, all styles and modes, for your listening pleasure…
Including: Maya Angelou, Jack Kerouac, Mary Oliver, Billy Collins, Joy Harjo, Carl Hancock Rux (featured above) and more, I’m always adding more.
Listen to poems from poets you would not normally think of as “spoken word”, hear them from a new perspective.
If you like this idea and would like to add a poet/artist to Ziggy’s list, just let me know!
down at the jazz factory
landlord keeps the beat
this is landlord’s parade
and this is how he plays it
his sticks are tight, the music tight
this night feels
landlord hits the cymbals
and it starts to rain
just a little sprinkle
and the horns walk in, start jumping
trombone is the backbone, the big brother
trumpet is the poet of the family
he pours the coffee
and the girl
with the whiskey fist
and the rose on her lips
blows him a kiss
so he talks to her
time gets loose and thin
but landlord snares it in
landlord punched the clock
and we start to rock
landlord is pounding
horns are laughing
pounding and laughing
all of a sudden
the music stops
holding your breath
before a storm
and landlord says
“time to pay the rent!”
boom-boom-splash-boom!, bah-boom-bah-boom! bah-boom! ric-a-tic-a- splash!
boom-boom-boom! thump-a-thump-a-tic-a-tic-a boom-bash-boom-splash!
boom-splash! boom-splash! rat-a-tat-tat-tat-boom, bah-boom! bah-boom-boom-
splash! splash! splash!
and then the trombone blows up, and the trumpet blows up, and the room blows up
and the moon blows up, one whole city block blows up, and all of harlem
all the whiskey fists and red rose lips screaming “drums have won! horns have won!
all is one!”
just the way i like it
posted for Shay's Word List #7
posted for dverse oln #307
posted for poets and storytellers united
(for all the fringe artists out there feeling a little beat-up)
damn those goofy fools
and their rubber bones
who drag their wild weather
wherever they go
so ferociously flexible
acrobts are the leading cause of jungle gyms,
giggle-ism and restless leg syndrome
acrobats are like sugary snacks, they’ll ruin your dinner
evil playmates who eat birthday cake
all year long
worst of all, acrobats will steal your tv, so easily
and so completely, you won’t remember owning one
all acrobats wear bullet-proof jackets, just in case in snows
all acrobats wear ugly hats, except those who don’t
acrobats like to feed baby ducks on the grave site of
dee dee ramone, king of acrobats
acrobats make and trade the most horrible things:
chinese finger traps
left-handed puddle shovels
egyptian ice cream forks
poetry and totem poles
and worst of all, nun flavored gum
all acrobats have loose screws, which makes them rattle
like spare change in the dryer
some call it music, some call it inspired
songs that sound like lunatic finger-strumming rubberband lips
nobody like lunatic acrobat music, except those who do
and worst of all
we need to build a wall, to keep them contained
some kind of acrobat habitat
but what is it exactly
that makes them so dangerous to cardboard cutout society?
too quick with a joke? too fast on their feet? too many tricycles on flimsy highwires?
dancing on beach balls? running around thinking their own thoughts?
damn them! damn them all to kansas!
and how do we defeat them?
some call an exterminator
some scrape away the bad brainwaves with a hot coat hanger
some bang their heads on church bells
some cuss out the waiter and leave one percent tips
some get their yawn on and try to forget
some bury their heads in suburban homesteads and wallow in comfortable sorrow
but not me
i’ve got acrobats in my attic
and couldn’t be happier