Best Blues Poems

I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers 
have escaped me ~
grievous gray 
now flows through my veins.

I shiver melancholia,
entombed with my winter blues
in the dark dreamless hollow 
of my frowning igloo.
Draped in decor of dispirited drear
I wear a wistful...

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Poetry

Is not the poem
Is not the poet

Is the observations
Is the emotions

Is the diversity. entwined
Opposing views always sought

Is the love
Is the hate

Is the sadness
Of losing to fate

Is the laughter
Of a child’s dreams

Is the love
That is sometimes unseen

Except by the poet
Who in his lonely sadness sees

The beauty...

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There was a lumberjack from Borehamwood 
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life now a mess 
And it caused him great stress
So he made himself one out of some wood .  
          ...

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 Oh, trees of once so forest green
now shrouded to me in pale hues
as my hearts reflection of blues
mirrors a lifeless figurine

Pray hide from me sunbursts of glow
for the sky is of mist alone
and where I roam as cold as stone
all thoughts run deep and...

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Another year has come - chillingly -
and more chillingly for me than in decades heretofore.
I watch it ranting from my window as I recall. . . . 

The year already past had tugged me from those tame and toasty days
when I lay face up to...

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.He walked in silence

to the corner of my heart

He lit a candle~ fire

in a room once damp and dark

His words were gently spoken

His love was loud and clear

His arms were unexpected

A fearless Chevalier

My strength was getting weaker

My pulse~rate running low

He sheltered my emotions

and fortified his...

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....in retrospect
There were mirrors  there
Behind it, where all the Jews would hide
How can someone blame the black despair?
All You were, was a mirror over there
Flooding naked imagery
Flowing naked mercury
Proof there were no fa-ked lies
Unless words were pressed against the frame
Somehow you couldnt recognise...
 your...

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To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....


Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots danced randomly and surrounded me
with images of us until old...

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"The Blues Released"



Black velvet 
sits between 
what is read 
yet unseen
crushing sullen passion
across ripe crimson lips
holding tight those
dancing fingers 
seduced
gliding across 
the Player’s 
pristine alabaster 
piano keys

burning 
the bluest blue 

release

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





"Black Velvet" / Alannah Myles
https://youtu.be/ZHHEmd5mECY





“Pianos, unlike people, 
sing when you give them 
your...

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Winter Blues

If you have to lose a love then
not in winter
when words are cold and eyes are 
closed to light
while watching falling snowflakes you remember
a pain that spurred the wounded heart to write.

If you have to lose a love then
not at Christmas
when happiness is just...

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This day I grow tired
and so incredibly weary.
My heart holds only dreams
of a Life unfullfilled
A Life not nurtured,
yet barely a glimmer
of the spirit that once was.

I do have memories of some things good 
-not all bad,
But the fear that I am alone
is Like a fingerprint...

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I got the Muse Blues
Where did my muse go
I got the muse blues
Tell me where did my muse go
Maybe down 'n Louisiana
Hangin' out with my friend Flo

I got the Muse Blues
My heart in a rage
I got the muse blues
My heart in a rage
Sayin' if muse...

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Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?” God said, “yeah,” but Cain said, “nah”
Adam just shook his head and rubbed his jaw

And Adam said,
"Good grief, my oh...

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Diz Cajonne dey call Thibodaux
Paddle dis girl in his Pirogue
Den he see dem unmention
Dad tool stan at attention
She slap him stick HARD doncha' know

Dad pole shrink awful fas he yell whoa!
Sha, whad did you swat dad ting fo?
Now it at parade rest
Like diz bird in...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You a long way from Chicago, son?"

And Sam said, "What happened
Where am I?"

"This is the Judgement room.
In about ten minutes God...

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