I see poetry every day
Whole lotta rhythm not too much rhyme
Full African hips sway, sway
In melodious time
Are you tellin' me that she aint poetry?
The dance of Manjani
What they call karate
That summer time party
Hell yeah that's poetry!
The way African people move and groove is so smooooooth...
It's got to be poetry.
That touchdown catch
My love's morning stretch
Our children’s first sketch
Man, you tellin me that aint poetry?
You see
We, we are living history
of rhythm and rhyme
Complex measures frozen then syncopated in time.
Yeah man we are poetry.
Our smooooth sun baked bodies
Entangled passionately
For what seems to be
An eternity
Damn! Now that's poetry!
Poetry is Trane blowin' that horn.
Poetry is Coltrane blowin that horn.
Poetry is John Coltrane blowin that horn.
Softly...
As I sleepily...
Cuddle up next to thee.
Yeah... That's poetry
