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Melodies of My Harmonica

Next year I’ll learn to play the harmonica.
Hoping to produce such a mellifluous strain,
In my sturdy hands, I’ll practice every day, 
It would not be easy, but worth the pain.

A harmonica emits a life by itself, 
Of journeys and skies so blue.
Of stories describing great deeds,
That echo all around like birds that flew.

And in the

Categories: harmonica, music,
Form: Rhyme

Harmonica Home Joe

he's a sweet harmonica home Joe
soft steel raven, bending blues
dripping honey from her spoon
nothing quite says melancholy
like a harp in cupping wah-wah glow
for endless grooves, a winding show
playing Take Me Home Country Road
and Lennon's riff in Love Me Do
with gracious silk, a satin throw
a trip to the moon in a single note
around the cosmos, her

Categories: harmonica, fun, home, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme

Old Harmonica

playing  reveries,
        the childish harmonica
         of the young ancient ...

Categories: harmonica, allegory, allusion, childhood, dream,
Form: Senryu

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

My Harmonica Cries

My harmonica cries, 
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; 
wailing bittersweet joy.

Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; 
it’s in the wailing that color blooms.  
Mouth-harp memories fill many family albums.

Circle of breath, circle of life; 
winding in and out; among the reeds.  
As we all wind down life’s road.

Diatonic monotones blending

Categories: harmonica, music, poems, poetry, sound,
Form: Free verse

Harmonica Man Heals the Blues

Play a sad song for me harmonica man
My mood is bummed out, I feel second hand
Keep it smooth but no high note
My mood is low, I will only gloat.

Let the song remind me of a love I lost
I’ll pay you well whatever the cost
so much like ‘love story’ crying on my pillow
I am lovesick like

Categories: harmonica, sad love,
Form: Rhyme

My Harmonica Cries

My harmonica cries, 
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; 
wailing bittersweet joy.

Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; 
it’s in the wailing that color blooms.  
Mouth-harp memories fill many family albums.

Circle of breath, circle of life; 
winding in and out; among the reeds.  
As we all wind down life’s road.

Diatonic monotones blending

Categories: harmonica, appreciation, music, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Southern Joy

Metronome heart beats in 4/4 time while mandolin chimes in staccato voice.  In the background, guitar hums and banjo sings.  Bluegrass echoes across southern winds; blues and mountain music force a dance from tranquil feet; it’s a concert fit for country royalty, at the Opry.  The East coast clogs and smiles.

On the

Categories: harmonica, fun, guitar, happy, inspiration,
Form: Haibun

My Harmonica

I take great delight in melodies and song,
my harmonica is always with me now.
I play a happy tune and my heart sings long,
then for the people who clap I make a bow.
To play for other's pleasure is never wrong,
for accomplishing this I have made a vow.
Their smiles and laughs give me pay enough to last,
our

Categories: harmonica, music,
Form: Rhyme

Harmonica

with a crescent palm
held against his lips,
he sends a silver psalm
into the wind-

the timbre, so frail
sails through a crimson sky
then falls into the valley 
a valley so low---

"hear the wind whisper,    
hear the wind blow...
down through the valley,
where it must go"....

upward it goes
on a smooth silver thread
till the thin-quaver ends
where the red

Categories: harmonica, music, sunset,
Form: Free verse

I Am Harmonica Deontia Baldwin

I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica is alluring.
She is inspired by her need to discover cures for a universe troubled.
She knows her father’s Warlock Garden well

Categories: harmonica, beautiful, celebration, character, emotions,
Form: Lay

Someone Else's Harmonica

We can’t catch the breezes inside,
so we take to the porches, verandas, fire escapes.
Watch an asbestos moon rise
over steaming rooftops,
and count flags from far away cities.

Below, beetles swallow our Elm trees whole,
as I listen to the neighbors bickering
and someone else’s harmonica.

Categories: harmonica, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life, love,
Form: Free verse

Harmonica Man

He plays his harmonica on the street.
Playing for money for something to eat.
So much love goes in his tunes
He plays from morning to late afternoon.
Night falls he has no where to sleep
His stomach is growling he had nothing to eat.
The night is cold he needs rest
Using cardboard boxes to make a nest.
He says his prayers

Categories: harmonica, death, life, people,
Form: Dramatic Verse