Check me out on youtube  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1OgwzP_lGY

This is one of my favorite jazz standards.  We recorded live this morning in Manito Park.  It was a beautiful day to be outside singing.

You may hear some distorted wind sound in the background, but that’s how you know it’s live and uncut.  Oh, and there are some really big birds “cawing” above me. Very, Very cool.

Please let me know if you want more Jazz.  It is one of my favorite musical outlets.  I am working on some original jazz as well.

Thanks again for all you support, kind words, and donations

Frankie Valinda Ghee.

Check me out on youtube   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeENTAu7kp8

This is recorded live and outdoors, so the wind does become an issue for a few seconds, but then it goes away.

This was recorded July 7, 2015 in Manito Park, Spokane, Wa.  I wrote this when I was still only 48!  It’s supposed to be funny.

You Make Me Feel Young by Frankie Ghee

When I’m with you, I feel forty-two

Although I’m really forty-nine

Baby

You make me feel young

Baby

Now I always feel young

Baby

When I’m with you, I feel beautiful although I’m

Really nothin’ special

Baby

You make me feel so exotic

Baby

Now I always feel exotic

And I always feel young

Baby

When I’m with you, I feel like I know the answers

Even though I’m staring blankly

Baby

You make me feel like a genius

Baby

Now I always feel exotic

And I always feel young

And I always feel like a genius

Baby

Sometimes, a single choice can change a life’s course. What decisions have shaped you?

LAST COUGH

I witness and embrace the last throws of winter

This strong, long season that will not go gently

Into the good light of spring

Which clings and clutches

With crystal paws

And icy claws

Freezing the hopeful buds

Nurturing to full blown

Diseases of respiration

And so in celebration

Of season tenacious and old

I cough and cough and struggle to breath

My cheer a rasp

A screaming full throated whisper

“All hail Winter

Long live the king of Colds”

Frankie Valinda Ghee

Casualties of Winter

With the spring came sunshine

And rain

April brought a brand new wrinkle

And grayer hair

I started a new workout routine

And lost a friend

Summer was a furnace

The grass turned deeper green

And the neighbors kept watering

And mowing

I started wondering

“Why are we here?”

Autumn was dingy

And brilliant

Vibrant colors that told of death

Box Elder bugs came into the house

I made plans

I was going to “fix me”

But as it got colder

And colder

The snow fell, pointless and clean

All my plans

Wonderings

And routines

Became ice

In the stillness

In the thundering warmth

Of my space heater

Everything died

And left me open minded

Frankie Valinda Ghee

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Happy Summer!!!

Purity is the moment

When before deciding

A thing or person is

good or bad

ugly or lovely

us or them

You realize

It

They

Are

They exist

And in that first single instant

Of pure perception

The existence of that new being

Is okay with you

Hey All

I’m looking forward to sitting in one of my usual shady spots on the South Hill.  Look for me outside of Rite Aid on 29th.  I’ll probably start playing around 5pm or so.  There is a bench nearby, so you can sit and hang out.  If I’m not there, check for me outside of the Dollar Tree across the street.

Being able to sit outside and play is one of the best things about summer.

This link is from last year.

Stay tuned!

The Double Standard

Are some actions contemptible

No matter who takes them

Are some words reprehensible

No matter who speaks them

Or

Do we need the double standard

Let the victims victimize

For humor

For art

For segregation

Perks of membership?

Shouldn’t I

If the abused child

Be allowed to raise with torture

My child

Because I own that pain

Because I earned that name

Right?

The beating won’t hurt

When it comes from me

Shouldn’t I

If a victim of rape

Be uncensored when claiming

That it is always

The woman’s fault

Aren’t I allowed this violation

Because I own that pain

Because I earned that name

Right?

The beating won’t hurt

When it comes from me

As long as this is my pain

Not the pain

Of “some of my closest friends”

Who gave me license

By silent complicity

To act on their behalf

With my lack of sensitivity

Free from the scourge

Of

“Political correctness”

Right?

Can’t I preach that my race

Or hair color

My sex

Or land of origin

Makes me stupid

Less civilized

Greedy

Poor

Or wretched?

Can’t I generalize to all of “my people”

Because “we” know what “we” mean

And how “we” feel

If I call you a nigger

And we are black

There is no problem

Right?

Because I know that pain

I have earned that name

Right?

The beating won’t hurt

When it comes from me

Don’t we need the double standard?

Frankie Valinda Ghee

My Peace

My peace is

The blue seen between the leaves of a tall tree

When looking up from the ground

It is the patience of

A shoulder un-shrugged

An unrolled eye

My peace is

The silence between sobs

The end of an exhale

Just before the next breath in

It is the beauty in one yellow rose

In the garden of the house across the street

My peace is

A pause between seconds

Between tic and tock

And the charged space between me

And everything else

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