Ziggy’s Spoken Word Museum

Ziggy’s Spoken Word Museum

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!

Ziggy’s Spoken Word Museum

an argument between drums and horns

        down at the jazz factory
landlord keeps the beat 
steady
steady
	slow 
this is landlord’s parade
        and this is how he plays it
his sticks are tight, the music tight 
        this night feels
			all right
landlord hits the cymbals 
                and it starts to rain
shh-tat-ta-tat-tat-splash
                just a little sprinkle 
shh-tat-ta-tat-tat-splash
and the horns walk in, start jumping
		into puddles
trombone is the backbone, the big brother
do-whop-a-whop
			wah-wah
do-whop-a-whop
			wah-wah
trumpet is the poet of the family
		he pours the coffee
beh-dee-deet 
        da dee-deet
beh-dee-da-dee-da-dee-deet
and the girl 
        with the whiskey fist
and the rose on her lips
                blows him a kiss	
so he talks to her
                        beh-dee-deet 
da dee-deet
        beh-dee-da-dee-da-dee-deet
time gets loose and thin
but landlord snares it in
			so tight
shh-tat-ta-tat-tat-splash, shh-tat-ta-tat-tat-splash
do-whop-a-whop
			wah-wah
do-whop-a-whop
			wah-wah
landlord punched the clock
        and we start to rock
beh-dee-deet 
        da dee-deet
beh-dee-da-dee-da-dee-deet
landlord is pounding
                horns are laughing 
pounding and laughing
		laughing
and pounding
        all of a sudden 
                                the music stops
all is

quiet

silent

like
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!
boom-boom!
        splash!
boom!
boom!
        boom-splash!
yeah!
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
							shakes
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
 

caligula’s razor (a crash test dummy love story)

this poem turned out way better then i thought it would, when i get some instruments, i’m definitely doing this as a spoken word song. 

here’s my head shot
                here’s my bio
here’s a list of all the parts i play
these are the monsters i’ve slayed 
this is what the hero likes to eat for lunch 
don’t make him wait
is this a mystery? is this primetime crime?
where do i park my new sports car?
hey you, go put some wax on my new car
and my ass is ready for a close-up
with your lips

it’s a song you sing with your hips:
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(dance around on caligula’s razor)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(i forgot the plot, tell me again)
        it’s a crash test dummy love story!

yeah buddy 

here’s my head shot
                here’s my bio
here’s the address you can send my fan mail
is this the script? someone rewrite it
with words i can swallow
till then, i’ll be in my trailer 
is this a mystery? is this primetime crime? 
someone tell the director his vision is weak
and get another close-up of my teeth
i’m the king of make-believe
and you can kiss my ring 

and the groupies gather and sing:
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(dance around on caligula’s razor)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(look at that, i just won another oscar)
        it’s a crash test dummy love story!

but really i’m just like you, im lonely like you, i’m a lowlife just like you and
my knees shake and i can’t take a joke and my soul is bankrupt and broke
this life is a beautiful lie i wear like a hat, i wear it in the rain and never get wet
but i’m all dried up inside, i need a friend and, wait, what’s my line again? 

        dance around on caligula’s razor

it’s a crash test dummy love story
                                coming soon

to a wasteland near you, and all the angels sing:
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(here’s my glass slipper, lets drink champagne from it)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(here’s my autograph, go sell it on craig’s list)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(and someone get these fucking fans away from me)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(seriously, i can’t be real today, i’m out of blow)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(hey, did you hear me? i’m not happy)
        if some is good then more is better!
        if some is good then more is better!
(there’s a dead hooker in the limo, can somebody do something about that?)
        it’s a crash test dummy love story! 
        it’s a crash test dummy love story! 
(it’s a crash test dummy love story!) 

2021

 

posted for the sunday muse