Best Seller
I waited
patiently waited
breathing….knowing
I felt you sliding…gliding
I bent my spine arched my column
contoured a message sublime
minal~ly visual….here…here
I am….i…am…here
slide your fingers along the ridges upon my
spine…gently…fingering…letters
embossed with a title to your
taste….exhale…for you’ve
found…just what you want…slowly
curl your pointer around the edge…the…
valley that bindz me together and
pull…not so hard…tug
softly…so as not to damage
this perfectly packaged portion seasoned
pleasing to your appetite…place
your palm across my thick cover…press…
press and feel my texture upon the ridges
of your finger…tip…trace me…draw
me in…graze me against the flesh
of your bottom lip as you in~
hale as I beathe…stay here a
moment…savour…delight…don’t
rush. time has closed it’s eyes
to allow stillness to rest upon this place
our breath…now feel the hard
edge…move over and inch and
notice the fresh tender smooth in
side…now open easy…secure
open…smooth…breath in
and exhale when you see the autograph
in permanent ink Imprinted just for you…
your…name…here
i whisper…now choose your font...i won’t
mind…color me…lick your
finger and turn me…pull me
back…me close…my….close
get a tight grip…I have one
or two with many in
the middle…get lost in me
where~ever you want to go…I’ll take you there…
this is your treasure chest…your island
dock ..tie up…and rest…
don’t put me down…
mark me…don’t dog me unless its
style rather than habit…
eat every word whispered in
your ear…hear this reverberation
in your veins pulsating it’s rhythm
race if you want but
you might miss the extra~
ordinary ending…we don’t
want that
are you done…I am…almost
your eyes have feasted…you have
felt…I have quenched your thirst…your breath
allowed life to be real~eased from me
to you…you’ve entered my world
and left your finger
print upon my pages…you’ve touched me
as I have touched you…so i
thank you…thank you
thank you for
in~joy~ing my little brown book
pleasures all mine…come…
back any time…
Penned by moni(smoke)…ashe’
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Moni Shake
Flow
Fade in…
We are the music-
Feeds a restless swagger. puts
a bop in a dip
the music
Stirs/the rhythm swings
a bounce. adds
the 1 to the one~two step.
the music
Smokes the hustle. slides
the rock
the music-
Calls the shout. flops
the hat of the Sunday go ta meetin’ church
sistah
the music
Washes richness in waves
of chords that
float forever in flows
upon the air
the music
Settles the sun upon a bed of sighs
caresses the moon and bathes
avant~garde interludes of rapture within
rhapsodic symphonic, intervals of bump
thump rump pump pump pump pump
Breathe/ ahh ahh ahh ahh
Move/ boom boom boom
We are the music
Formed in harmonies
Framed in tones
Fastened in rhymes
Fostered in instruments
Figured by fingers found
Flying through time eclipsing
Moments meant for
Now
Breathe/ ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhhh
Move/ boom boom boom
the music
Surrounds sound in Dolby or Bose
Nobody knows do one
We are the music
Puts a
Shoop in doo doop
bob in be bop
hop in lindy
flames to a tango
twirls tangerine twists
balm for the harlem shake
pose for the vogue
tip toes in ballet
grooves bass in jazz
cool in hip hop
Puts a
Invite in house
speed to the tarrentella
native boom in African
spice in salsa
snap in tap
hip ride in slow dance
bills in dolla wine
fire in fusion
remedy in chicken noodle soup
meringue in meringue
Puts a
Cream in mash potato
bounce in boogie,
right left in Chicago step
batter in cakewalk
mix in shuffle
glow in black bottom
360 degrees in square dance
afro’s in Cuban
wines in reggae
motions in Macarena
Puts a
Sparkle in shimmy
stutter in shag
puts
fried funky chicken on a
Candied calypso
Puts a
Dirty in south
suzy in q
quick in step
french in ibo
spasm in jerk
heel in toe wop
Puts a
Booty in bump ~n~
room in rumba
we are the music that
Takes a beat adds a bass, tempts a treble hangs a clef, tightens a tune, engages tone,
flutes a harmony, blends a pitch, serenades a tempo, lives a lyric, snaps a finger, shakes a shoulder, twitches a hip, forms a circle, snakes a shoulder, shakes a rump
we are the music that
changes an octave, cuts a key, tips a high hat, mixes a Hammond b~4 pumping a pipe, taps a bongo, licks a chord, carves a curve… soprano, melts an alto, stirs a tenor into a sharp, tick tocks classical, reaps in Christian, saturates rhythm and blues with
country, dips in some gospel, mixes in fusion drops some acid, shuffles rock, polkas pop, buries blues, shimmies a scat, hustles a hum, jigs some jazz, sprinkles a drum, sambas a sax, trembles a trombone, hulas a harp, blows wind on a violin and vibrates a viola, charms a clarinet, waltzes a piano, sways a snare, picks a guitar, mambos a
mandolin, soft-shoes a swim, turkey trots a triangle, boils a kettle drum, croons a
tom-tom beat cha cha’s on a timpani, kolo’s a washboard, rains on a harmonica, gallops a tula, Charlestons a horn, shags a interval, stomps an overture, allegras a
ballad, synthesizes a symphony, whistles honky-tonk, takes the round adds a
measure corners a bar prestos a freestyle squares a fling, jives a coronet then hops to jitterbug on a tambourine, passos a oboe doble, takes apache passion swings to the
west coast keeps rag time popping ~n~ lockin’, pirouettes socca, laces latin, chants a rhythm, ~n~ lures the lute to…
freak a funk…
the music
Pours life
Fills lungs
Beckons
Consumes Laments
Intones Groans ~n~ Moans
Captivates Moves
Soothes smooth grooves
Ummmph ummmph ummmmph
We are the music……………………………………Fade out…..
Penned by Moni....Ashe'
Fade in…
We are the music-
Feeds a restless swagger. puts
a bop in a dip
the music
Stirs/the rhythm swings
a bounce. adds
the 1 to the one~two step.
the music
Smokes the hustle. slides
the rock
the music-
Calls the shout. flops
the hat of the Sunday go ta meetin’ church
sistah
the music
Washes richness in waves
of chords that
float forever in flows
upon the air
the music
Settles the sun upon a bed of sighs
caresses the moon and bathes
avant~garde interludes of rapture within
rhapsodic symphonic, intervals of bump
thump rump pump pump pump pump
Breathe/ ahh ahh ahh ahh
Move/ boom boom boom
We are the music
Formed in harmonies
Framed in tones
Fastened in rhymes
Fostered in instruments
Figured by fingers found
Flying through time eclipsing
Moments meant for
Now
Breathe/ ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhhh
Move/ boom boom boom
the music
Surrounds sound in Dolby or Bose
Nobody knows do one
We are the music
Puts a
Shoop in doo doop
bob in be bop
hop in lindy
flames to a tango
twirls tangerine twists
balm for the harlem shake
pose for the vogue
tip toes in ballet
grooves bass in jazz
cool in hip hop
Puts a
Invite in house
speed to the tarrentella
native boom in African
spice in salsa
snap in tap
hip ride in slow dance
bills in dolla wine
fire in fusion
remedy in chicken noodle soup
meringue in meringue
Puts a
Cream in mash potato
bounce in boogie,
right left in Chicago step
batter in cakewalk
mix in shuffle
glow in black bottom
360 degrees in square dance
afro’s in Cuban
wines in reggae
motions in Macarena
Puts a
Sparkle in shimmy
stutter in shag
puts
fried funky chicken on a
Candied calypso
Puts a
Dirty in south
suzy in q
quick in step
french in ibo
spasm in jerk
heel in toe wop
Puts a
Booty in bump ~n~
room in rumba
we are the music that
Takes a beat adds a bass, tempts a treble hangs a clef, tightens a tune, engages tone,
flutes a harmony, blends a pitch, serenades a tempo, lives a lyric, snaps a finger, shakes a shoulder, twitches a hip, forms a circle, snakes a shoulder, shakes a rump
we are the music that
changes an octave, cuts a key, tips a high hat, mixes a Hammond b~4 pumping a pipe, taps a bongo, licks a chord, carves a curve… soprano, melts an alto, stirs a tenor into a sharp, tick tocks classical, reaps in Christian, saturates rhythm and blues with
country, dips in some gospel, mixes in fusion drops some acid, shuffles rock, polkas pop, buries blues, shimmies a scat, hustles a hum, jigs some jazz, sprinkles a drum, sambas a sax, trembles a trombone, hulas a harp, blows wind on a violin and vibrates a viola, charms a clarinet, waltzes a piano, sways a snare, picks a guitar, mambos a
mandolin, soft-shoes a swim, turkey trots a triangle, boils a kettle drum, croons a
tom-tom beat cha cha’s on a timpani, kolo’s a washboard, rains on a harmonica, gallops a tula, Charlestons a horn, shags a interval, stomps an overture, allegras a
ballad, synthesizes a symphony, whistles honky-tonk, takes the round adds a
measure corners a bar prestos a freestyle squares a fling, jives a coronet then hops to jitterbug on a tambourine, passos a oboe doble, takes apache passion swings to the
west coast keeps rag time popping ~n~ lockin’, pirouettes socca, laces latin, chants a rhythm, ~n~ lures the lute to…
freak a funk…
the music
Pours life
Fills lungs
Beckons
Consumes Laments
Intones Groans ~n~ Moans
Captivates Moves
Soothes smooth grooves
Ummmph ummmph ummmmph
We are the music……………………………………Fade out…..
Penned by Moni....Ashe'
Sown
Full Circle
I used to be a beat-
tapping timidly
among long caramel colored fingers
Strum Strum Strum-ing strings
of terra-cotta wood-
Knock Knock Knock-ing
ashen tightened hide tied around
its mahogany cylinder.
But now I am the rhythm
Flowing through hallowed ground upon
which the feet of fingers strummed
grow roots-
knotting-beating melodies
through mahogany drums.
I used to be a sonnet-
rhym~ing
12 lullab-eyed lines in-2 a couplet
turn~ing time.
Now I am a ballad - ode to more
epic journeys- counted within the lullaby-eye
turned twisted-timed upon the measure.
I used to be a seed-
sown within the fertile hull-
encapsulated-covered-pushed-buried
in rich stroked chocolate frothed sod.
But now I am a root-
reaching deep through mocha beats
flowing upon lullab-eyed sonnets
14 stretched to infinite upon an
epic ballads ode to
Brown Suga juicy~ness.
Encapsulated- turned tilled kissed and picked
by the
Fingers of God.
Penned by Moni...Ashe
I used to be a beat-
tapping timidly
among long caramel colored fingers
Strum Strum Strum-ing strings
of terra-cotta wood-
Knock Knock Knock-ing
ashen tightened hide tied around
its mahogany cylinder.
But now I am the rhythm
Flowing through hallowed ground upon
which the feet of fingers strummed
grow roots-
knotting-beating melodies
through mahogany drums.
I used to be a sonnet-
rhym~ing
12 lullab-eyed lines in-2 a couplet
turn~ing time.
Now I am a ballad - ode to more
epic journeys- counted within the lullaby-eye
turned twisted-timed upon the measure.
I used to be a seed-
sown within the fertile hull-
encapsulated-covered-pushed-buried
in rich stroked chocolate frothed sod.
But now I am a root-
reaching deep through mocha beats
flowing upon lullab-eyed sonnets
14 stretched to infinite upon an
epic ballads ode to
Brown Suga juicy~ness.
Encapsulated- turned tilled kissed and picked
by the
Fingers of God.
Penned by Moni...Ashe
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