Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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The kiss has a mind of it's own
always knowing here it wants to go
if it could talk, would it tell me
where it's been feeding
with breath fresh as spearmint
getting lost inside a ballad
the slow dance with no conscience
but the promise that I will be the last
or am I just an idea
that can smooth and soothe away
the sting of reality
in the face of things dear
this life so fragile
has changed even the smallest freckle
in a garden of weeds


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind. Her poem Modigliani was nominated best of the net.

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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When It Comes
will you be ready for a flash flood
as sea levels rise, landmarks left behind
will you be ready for the inevitable, unacceptable.
earth continues to turn moving time
everything that blooms will catch the bullet
just when you become uncluttered and clear
seems so unfair to disappear
into the salt of nothingness
it happens when you're not looking
will I be ready?
there, I've said it


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind. Her poem Modigliani was nominated best of the net.

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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The front line of hell, where silence dwells
through sealed lips
igniting a flame thick as anger
silence hears everything inside its vow
needing to have a voice
whether thin as a whisper or
making noise
silence carries the weight of conscience
when it becomes deaf to cries
inside a slaughter house


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind. Her poem Modigliani was nominated best of the net.

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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They try to look away
but can't help staring
at the man in the wheelchair
sympathy offers its hand
keeping the door ajar
as he manipulates his four wheeler
the place of permanence
where he reigned supreme
threatening to do the unthinkable
and keeping all his promises
decades have passed
with only two witnesses left
no place to run from
no one to run to
the burden of silence
will be scattered across the sea
sunshine and salt air
will dissolve its foul odor


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Validated ignorance a true bliss
they pass along their special gift
reading headlines with frozen smiles
a silicone nightmare
with a bite deep
as a rabid virus
cutting through to the bone
they say some snakes can eat
a body whole
life is a complex organism
one cell at a time
it starts to multiply and divide
into a sea of bottom feeders


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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The anatomy of sorrow
is where the heart bleeds
your destiny rides
on the back of grief
and grief becomes the country
where you will reside
until the wind changes direction
and intervenes with a sound
echoing the strings of a harp
desire comes alive
inside a waltz
when destiny rides bare back


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Whispers in my ear of guilty pleasures
remorse when past meets present
secrets kept hidden behind a trap door
the high cost of living free
cupboards bare in a soundproof house
where insomnia walks the floors
It's complicated
decisions made in years past
sworn to tell the truth
the whole truth
but the heart interfered
a complex organ with ventricles
arteries and plaque
in the end the heart knows
it can't live without magic
deep into the delta blues
raw cane sugar
brown and sweet
savoring memories of velvet skin
while eating split pea soup


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Just passing through the rainbow of light
where denial is stored away
between pretty colors that soothe the beast
we didn't see it coming
trees that bleed on leaves
crying from starvation
a wasted life of half eaten bread
an absence of birds
in an orange peeled sky
the anatomy of murder
just passing through the rainbow of light
guilty beyond a reasonable doubt


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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My core has been filled with new ideas
These last few years
A variety pack of trial and error
Feeding the intangible host
Words once homeless
Stored away in a dreamscape
Have found their place
A conduit for combustion
Release and escape
Living in harmony with music
Every note played with the caress
Of his phrase
Poetic intercourse from across the table
Sharing words in code
Teasing of scholarly loft
Candied sweet potatoes
Mixed in a bowl
A ten second shelf life
Stir fried with just the right amount of spice
The promise of a poem
Born from just a taste
A glass of wine
Conversation


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Her bedroom was on the top floor
A mystery lies cold
Down in the black hole
Dark as asphalt
Drowning out the murmur
She built a doll house
From a shoe box
And played for hours
Living inside its contents
Where she created a family
Straight out of central casting
Made from dreams and fantasies
Its card board roof
Couldn't stop the rain
Trapped inside
Drowning


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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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When my brother left
I did not grieve
It set me free
To tap into my own
Natural resource

When my mother left
I was in conflict
Music released me
To the other side of the moon

When my father left
I felt homeless
Orphaned
A train wreck
Head on collision with fiction

When my sister left
I cried for both of us
She left her secrets in my care
I disposed of them
On the page

When he left
Heart torn
I bled for days
I bled for days
I hate goodbyes


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Judy Moskowitz a professional jazz musician has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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swimming in a pool of genes
she came through the doorway
a clean slate
no visible ink stains
a child alone in her bed
a shadow on the wall
that would chase her down
too afraid to shut her eyes
until she grew teeth
had her first fall from grace
liquid thoughts running wild
a red corvette
mag wheels
five speed with overdrive
sophisticated suspension
she became the riff
of her own invention


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Judy Moskowitz a professional jazz musician has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Going back to playing vinyl forty fives
Singing "doo wop" on every street corner
Cigarette rolled sleeve or muscle shirt
That was the fifties
Moving forward to a changing time
Where music and politics
Did not rhyme
Motown Afros and Dashikis
Marching in time
To a new culture
Rhythm spitting out anger
Loud
Janis Joplin singing Mercedes Benz
Sounds change with the flow of time
Poetry's energy writing songs
Revolutionary
A slamming reflection
I can't get no satisfaction
And the beat goes on

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I am a professional jazz musician originally from New York and now residing in Florida. I started writing poetry three years ago and have been published.

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Memories that live inside my courtroom
Of missing persons
Escaping an early self
Under the blanket
Where imagination thrives
Like the wingspan of an eagle
Taking in the wounds of war
That never really heal
Dirt making its trail over thirty years
Deep into the grout
Will I be able to write about
Marigolds and daisies
Trees and the nature of things
While listening to Debussy
Practicing


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I am a professional jazz musician originally from New York and now residing in Florida. I started writing poetry three years ago and have been published.

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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Suits and ties
Lipsticks and purses
Anxiously waiting for the 7:20 a.m. train
Taking them away from the suburbs to Cemented indiscretions and misdemeanors
Hiding inside their zip codes
The pigment of a base coat
Knows its color
Slums living inside brown watered lies
All it takes is one note
Out of syncopation
And the song dies


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I am a professional jazz musician from N.Y.C. and now residing in Florida. I started writing poetry three years ago. Music lives in m veins along side poetry

Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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I'm a reactionary woman
Wearing it in my jiggle
Hidden in the cleavage
of my past
Misunderstood flow
Not recognized as 925 Sterling
If you'd shine on me just a little
I would never have to lower my eyes
Shrink inside
I'd climb a high wire with perfect balance
If you'd shine on me just a little
I'd read all the classics
Becoming my own intellectual property
Play Stravinsky
Sing "Nesun Dorma"
If you'd shine on me just a little
I'd never need a polishing cloth


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I am a professional jazz musician from N.Y.C. and now residing in Florida. I started writing poetry three years ago. Music lives in m veins along side poetry