Blue Note Poems - Poems about Blue Note

...In nature's design, six is the key to all life alive. Hexagons in petals, snowflakes, and beehives thrive, In music, blues and roots groups play the six-stringed guitar. With songs made with a hex......Read the rest...

...BLUE Blue flame: Blue gem Blue blood: Bon fire. Sapphire. Not real. Blue bell, ......Read the rest...

...Six decades ago the landscape of my Little Nassau had places like The Silver Slipper The Blue Note The Banana Boat The Conch Shell The Zanzibar The Cat and Fiddle and The Drumbeat Club wi......Read the rest...

...you were haunting, elusive, bitter, sweet your hair was long, dark, lost, lonely you sang the scars of the streets And when I die... New York tendaberry… and the past is a blue note ......Read the rest...

...Once in a blue moon. being blue in the blue hour, and then: 'Damn it to blue blazes!' - out of the blue, one may be just out of the blues. For the true blue feeling gone, walking away into t......Read the rest...

...what do you need to be told to make you capable of pragmatic liberation which could be the foundation to a new assessment of the inevitable darkness is our measure but never our limit its manic ......Read the rest...

...Passion Sings Passion sings on blue note pillows, down filled ecstasy in satin linens Stealing midnight in each others arms, falling satisfied past lilac dreams and calla l......Read the rest...

...Everyone is podded off Sipping, slipping into chill-consciousness Blue Note-certified musings drip From the tongues and lips Busy, chewing the amplified air The waitress saunters Occasionally b......Read the rest...

...CRUISING WITH TRANE... (Apropos John Coltrane) Sometimes in a blue note mood i take the A-Trane into a soprano night And listen to moonlight thrills of beautiful sable birds Monkin......Read the rest...

...Like a cocotte I’m used, abused and bruised From late evening to late hours of the night Getting stains all over like that of love making My master’s pocket full and that of people, li......Read the rest...

...They heard the breeze in oak trees Making weird melodies And they saw that as start of The Blues From Parish Jail they heard the wail Of a down-hearted frail And heard that as a part of The Bl......Read the rest...

...a blue note left inside a white envelope -- stained with tears winter sun peeks through brittle leaves falling -- my tears dry......Read the rest...

...A Merchant Marine At fifteen, he went to sea A way to begin Harsh Realities Learning to be a real man Life was on the run Scrapes and falls and bumps Toughening the young fledgling Losing......Read the rest...

...The trees no longer show to me Their stamp of wondrous sanctity. The whistling winds that nightly sing No longer peace and solace bring. The tumid sea so cold and deep No longer lulls my sou......Read the rest...

...I can hear the music Even though there is no radio I know it's on the other side of these walls In a world that is now only in my thoughts and dreams It calls me The notes,the melodies,the rhy......Read the rest...