Push it right there,
it's schematic addictions dismantlement in prisms,
push it all along the way-
rotation of grapes,
push it into the grey-
for we cannot fake our face...
Slow the born band,
because we reprimand,
yet adorn the command,
push in push in and see the next best,
squeegee encounter,
and then a phat rent.
Categories:
bb, age, appreciation, baptism, confusion,
Form: Ballad
There was so much rain in your voice.
Daytimes that slept with shadows.
Perfect perfidies piling
your W.C. Handy eight-bar bravado
I never knew your midnight,
your pluck of broken glass.
You told stories that left ash trays.
Burning,
burned,
ashes of bruised door frames
and sweaty bodies from emptying yourself
in emptier women.
Too many Lucille’s, but only one fire.
A slow burn
that taught only one thing worth saving:
nothing.
You taught us white boys that crying ain’t got nothing to do with tears.
That we can’t apologize for leaving our eyes in the alleyway.
That you can’t slam every door
without someone wanting to know
why the wind will always resist it.
Today is the first time the rain sounded soaked.
Like an old man
waiting for God to answer for his suffering.
Why he gave us a voice,
and why he made us weep for it.
And we end again,
that wilted sun of repetition.
That ghost finally appears;
that final E9 transuding through
the heavy breath you shake loose.
You undress every agony
and loved her
greater than pain.
And the night gave you
what God never grants us:
nothing.
Categories:
bb, death, memory,
Form: Ballad
BB on a mountain top
Who’d of ever thunk
It happened I was there we didn’t see a bear
Just a few old billy goats and they looked kind of drunk
My ma near **** when BB said hey mike look over there
I hit the brakes we hit the dirt .. just a little hard
The cliff was there where we could see the van was on two wheels
My mothers face against the glass we came to rest at last
We all were struck got out to breathe my ma did nearly tumble
Down the steep embankment to where a freight train did rumble
My mother said you little bastard then she kicked my ass
I said ma that’s it im jumping she pushed me just a little closer
We hit the pool where it was cool, then we made a fire
We roasted up some pepperettes we sang a goofy song
We drove your mother crazy, it didn’t take us long
Between her and ma it’s a wonder we made it thru
Now that memory is engraved in the chips of this here server
And your eDay today or was it yesterday
But the way things go i'm sure you know
It might be gone tomorrow
Categories:
bb, hilarious, humor,
Form: Verse
When I get to heaven I hope to see
I hope to see B.B. King
I hope he's got a stage that's all his own
I hope to walk down golden streets
Golden streets that lead me to his stage
Maybe he will sing to me for 100 years
The man with the beautiful voice
A beautiful voice with a choir of angels
Angels and Lucille for eternity
In gods light he shines
He shines just for me
BB King you bring tears to my eyes
B.B. King you are a Beautiful man a beautiful soul
Your voice is golden
Lucille is true and I will always love you
until the end of time
B.B. I never liked to sing
I never liked to sing and move
Your soul reaches out and touches mine
You make my soul sing
Your soul makes me sing
It make's me sing and move
Categories:
bb, beauty, black african american,
Form: ABC
When we met, you were
So much younger; back stage,
You were sitting on a stool
With your guitar.
We spoke about music,
Your fans and travel
And how tough the road was,
How you’d come so far.
Even then you were a legend,
Though then your hair was
Free from peppered grey.
You possessed that infectious
Laughter that made me smile,
And long to stay.
Soon your second set began
And you retired to the stage.
You gave me a kiss good-bye,
And once again there was loud applause
As you began to strum your songs,
I heard happy fans scream and cry!
*A true encounter
Categories:
bb, lifeme,
Form: Rhyme
On the morning of Dec. 7th 1941,
429 Marines and Sailors lost their lives.
As a result of a surprise attack on battleship row,
The brave souls perished to an awful demise.
She was a part of the Pacific Fleet when 9 Japanese,
Type 91 aerial torpedoes pummeled her that day.
And then her port bilge struck the harbor bottom,
Commencing to overturn, she began to rest in the bay.
She was the oldest of all the battleships there,
And the first to go down and capsize.
The battleship’s crew went down with their ship,
As horrid black smoke filled the Pearl Harbor skies.
The USS Oklahoma was moored at Pearl Harbor,
And a memorial was built at Ford Island in 07.
The Servicemen gave their tomorrows for our today’s,
And Pearl Harbor is the tomb of USS Oklahoma BB-37.
Categories:
bb, history, war
Form: Quatrain
Bubbles float through air
same as always year by year
simply,charming, suds
Copyright McCuen 2009
Categories:
bb, art
Form: Haiku
Singing out sweet
sad songs
This bluesmaster
comforts millions
Will you listen to his records?
And are you willing
to experience
the world through
the eyes
of another
who looks much
different than you?
Categories:
bb, art, hope, music,
Form: Free verse