Joni Jazz – Willow Tree

Happy Wednesday everyone out there in our community – Blessings to everyone.  I had a little fun tonight and wrote a quick little jazz tune.  I hope you enjoy it  –  I had fun recording it with the help of my husband.  It is recorded on voice memo and with the computer microphone.

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Our Creator

trees drink sun from indigo skies mountains loom like ice cream a lone hummingbird seeks sweets not even a ripple in the vast lake flowers display striking colors all sculpted by God for our sake 3  For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. 4  In his hand are the depths […]

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Charlotte Street Art

Recently I was in Charlotte, North Carolina, and I visited the fantastic NoDa art district. The artist painted this in 2010. His name is William Puckett, and he used acrylic paint.   He shouted for volunteers, and 274 people from the community showed up. They are all in the painting. The name of the piece I […]

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Ameri-Ku: “After All These Years”

An Ameri-Ku by Joni  Oh my mesmerizing love, you awaken my deep desirewith your hot hand on my bare shoulder, intoxicating smells tantalizing taste buds, our fine winewhetting our appetite for one another, toasting our love, art hanging, and baskets of light,dancing notes by Auclair-Fortin playing, my heart now swaystwenty-five years passing like a few […]

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We Dance For Silence

Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder […]

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My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity

scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained […]

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