Jazz Poetry

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  1. Jazz Spazz

    Jazz Spazz Inconceivable Staff Member

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

    Chucky Smith New Member

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    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.
     
  3. dipship31

    dipship31 Well-Known Member

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    Loved it except the bolded lines
     
  4. Chucky Smith

    Chucky Smith New Member

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

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    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
     
  6. TroutBum

    TroutBum My Member's Premium Contributor

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    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
     
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  7. YB85

    YB85 The One True Youngblood Contributor

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    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
     
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  8. write4u

    write4u Banned

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

    TroutBum My Member's Premium Contributor

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

    Chucky Smith New Member

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

    [​IMG]
     
  11. Chucky Smith

    Chucky Smith New Member

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    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
     
  12. bluenote

    bluenote Well-Known Member Contributor

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    Chocolate milk, bling and PB and J, what's it like to win the championship of the nba?
     
  13. LogGrad98

    LogGrad98 Well-Known Member Contributor

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    Spazz you seriously have a talent for that my friend. I like it. Keep them coming.
     
  14. Joe Bagadonuts

    Joe Bagadonuts Well-Known Member

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    Stop rhyming. I mean it!
     
  15. LogGrad98

    LogGrad98 Well-Known Member Contributor

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    FINE!

    Anybody got a peanut?



    Ugh, it felt like kissing my cousin.

    Not too bad.
     
  16. Chucky Smith

    Chucky Smith New Member

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    Sonnet 19 - How Do I Hate Thee

    How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
    I hate thee for your horrendous shot selection
    My soul withers, I can’t help but feel dejection
    When I watch you botch the most simple plays.
    I hate thee to the level of everyday's
    Most quiet terror, by fluorescent and metal-halide.
    I hate thee freely, as others on the bench doth ride;
    I hate thee purely, as the Jazz fall to last place.
    I hate thee with the heat of a thousand suns
    From my younger days, as Jordan shot in Russell’s face.
    I hate thee with a sense so deeply scarred
    With my lost sanity,—I hate thee with the breath,
    anger, tears, of all my life!—and, if God cared,
    I shall but hate thee slightly less after death.
     
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  17. Joe Bagadonuts

    Joe Bagadonuts Well-Known Member

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    No, but how about a virtual donut? They're on the house today!
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    Take seconds if you'd like. There are plenty more where those came from.
     
  18. kabenac

    kabenac Well-Known Member

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    There once was a guy from Saint Croix
    Whose lost his job to Gordo Boy
    Returning to the Jazz was his fate
    Wish he'd stayed with Golden State
    Oh, Raja - wish you'd collapse on bad knees like B-Roy
     
  19. Joe Bagadonuts

    Joe Bagadonuts Well-Known Member

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    Losing is feeling is bleeding, all three
    Are crushing. The Jazz crumble, those
    Three are, where moments of amusing free
    Throws miss like Miles’ threes. Salt Lake froze.
    Shots fail in the surreal season’s fall
    When Early Oops sustain whole weeks
    Dashing full tilt through a sad hall
    That leads further on and madness seeks
    Only shots drift wilder, more each day.
    Sloan stops, Derron sways, movements still.
    Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, playing may
    Become standing, dribbling, and veins chill
    No more cheer as blood flow ceases within ESA.
    All is lost, is it not? The fanz agree
    But then a sudden change. Gordon rises.
     
  20. freakazoid

    freakazoid Well-Known Member

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    I do believe I'll never see
    A thing so ugly as Kobe

    Ronny T. is from the east
    Child of the predator beast

    Joakim Noah's face is wack
    His mother wants her money back

    K-Mart always seems to look
    Like a dump that I once took

    Fisher with his stupid grin
    Sometimes I wish to cave it in

    A kid with crayons, must have drawn
    The Birdman's dumbass tattoos on

    Glen Davis doesn't like Big Baby
    But he'll be nice, just pass the gravy

    Carmelo really likes to smile
    His team is losing, all the while

    Chrissy's nickname, CP3
    With Deron gone, he still drinks pee

    Now comes beauty, from above
    I just found a thing called love

    Two young rookies, with Pizazz
    But only God can make a Jazz
     
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