Jazz Poetry

[JazzSpazz]

Make up your own, or change something established, just as long as it is Jazz related.

I will start.

Two teams diverged in a yellow mood,
And sorry I could not follow both
And being one fan, long I stood
And looked on one as far as I could
To where one won the championships;
Then followed the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was classy and wanted fans;
Though as for that the passing there
Had seasoned them really about the same,
And both that morning unequally lay
I walked in leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I followed the classy for another day!
Yet knowing how season leads on to season,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two teams diverged in my mind, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Go Jazz

[Chucky Smith]

I THINK that I shall never behold
A Jazz team win the gold.

A Jazz team whose desire is held at bay
By careless chuckers such as CJ.

A Jazz team that looks at standings aghast,
longing not to be dead last.

A Jazz team that may in summer draft
A player with the middle name of Taft;

Upon whose bosom the quest will be placed
To overcome the greatest challenge faced.

A championship to set me free,
But alas Stern controls the referee.

[JazzSpazz]

I THINK that I shall never behold
A Jazz team win the gold.

A Jazz team whose desire is held at bay
By careless chuckers such as CJ.

A Jazz team that looks at standings aghast,
longing not to be dead last.

A Jazz team that may in summer draft
A player with the middle name of Taft;

Upon whose bosom the quest will be placed
To overcome the greatest challenge faced.

A championship to set me free,
But alas Stern controls the referee.

I like it, very clever.
Welcome to the board.

[dipship31]

I THINK that I shall never behold
A Jazz team win the gold.

A Jazz team whose desire is held at bay
By careless chuckers such as CJ.

A Jazz team that looks at standings aghast,
longing not to be dead last.

A Jazz team that may in summer draft
A player with the middle name of Taft;

Upon whose bosom the quest will be placed
To overcome the greatest challenge faced.

A championship to set me free,
But alas Stern controls the referee.

Loved it except the bolded lines

[Chucky Smith]

Loved it except the bolded lines

LOL I had to find a rhyme. That's the best I could do at the time.

[JazzSpazz]

LOL I had to find a rhyme. That's the best I could do at the time.

Fezzik would love you.... wait...are you Fezzik?

[Mongoose]

Yo, yo, the name’s G-Time
Big frame, big game, call me big time
Ball hard every night and day
From the ‘Burg I rep it in a big way

Come too close I’ll hit you with the blow-by
Straight to the rim I’m just too high
Stay back and I’ll hit the J
Try to stop me there’s just no waaaay

But it’s not about me, it’s about the team
Going to the tourney with a full head of steam
‘Chip’s real close, it’s at our back door
Get a few dubs we’ll be in the Final Four
Not stopping there, that’s not in store
Push it to the limit we want more

[E.J. Wells]

Oh, Gordon my love
My desire burns white hot
Like the shades of the dove
My loins will quencheth not

Please, oh Gordon my sweet
I beg here on the ground
Hinder not thy sacred meat
Or the gentle touch of thy mound

Gordon, oh how you make me wail
Forever prodding my soul
How I long to hammer the nail
Into your gaping hole

FIN

[YB85]

This is a little something called "Die Raja, Die"

Die Raja Die
Stick burning nails into your eye
You can do it if you just try
Just die Raja...die.

This is something I call "Greg Miller is a Moron"

Greg Miller is a moron
That's all I got

[write4u]

Is Troutbum a woman ... God, Shakespeare must've rolled over 20 times in his grave.

[E.J. Wells]

Is Troutbum a woman ... God, Shakespeare must've rolled over 20 times in his grave.

Are you kidding me? Ol' Bill would've loved to have had half the writing prowess I've got. Yo.

[JazzSpazz]

Deron. Dare-on. Kold-hearted killer of Jazz. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed? "Jazz wants you back," Fanz screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. Jazz fan is lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.

[Chucky Smith]

Deron. Dare-on. Kold-hearted killer of Jazz. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed? "Jazz wants you back," Fanz screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. Jazz fan is lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.

Nice homage to "So I Married An Axe Murderer".

[Chucky Smith]

There once was player named Bell
That was sent to the Jazz from hell

He was brought in for experience
But has not made a shot since

Despise for him I cannot quell

[bluenote]

Chocolate milk, bling and PB and J, what's it like to win the championship of the nba?