Short Bb Poems

no one dares 
falling, along the river 
stepping stones 


BB...

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A country boy’s son
Hunting with my B.B. Gun
Rabbits on the run

By Robb A. Kopp...

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straightaway bb
cuts air heading for tin can -
sudden gush of sprite...

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Guitar
Sings the blues
When B.B. plays
A moving melody
The blues.
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Bubbles float through air
same as always year by year
simply,charming, suds


Copyright McCuen 2009...

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This form I share called clerihew
perhaps it is new to you
A simple rhyme aa bb
each day poetry& art to share with thee...

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Red Ryder had a BB gun
That Playboy bunnies could outrun
Their fluffy tails
Alerted males
A Little Beaver is more fun!...

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Let me see
Let me learn
Let me rock
Let me dance
Let me hear
Blues shouters
Like B.B. King and Albert
While I can still 
hear 
till the end draws near...

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SIMPLE&SPIRITUAL
Oh Holy Spirit,come
be done
In me reside,this day
always
Grace gifts,on me bestow
and know

after Crawshaws sixain 6/2,6/2,6/2 aa bb cc...

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Take me to the deep south
Show me the blues
Muddy Waters, BB King, Billie Holliday

Let me hear spirituals
Lena Horne, Elvis Presley, Bessie Smith
Ray Charles, please sing!...

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Born 1925

The Blues
Reigning king
Riley B. King
A.k.a.: B.B. King
Heals souls.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 6, 2010

Written for Raul Moreno’s B.B. King Contest...

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We watched a man in the news.
Center seats, eye level view.
And he had Lucille sing.
That orchestra big diamond ring.
Now he wears his angle shoes.
BB, is the king of blues....

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Made my name in Monterey
BB,Muddy ,the key to how I play;
Bell bottom fashion was my thing,
Little Richard was my king
like his voice,my guitar sings.


Inspired by Raul's latest photo...

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and all I say my older brother was shot with a bb gun on our watch filled with pepper corn as the bullet you distributed thank you.
we were kids having fun until you mess it up for the banks...

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Those in glass houses
shall never throw stones or run 
naked at daytime




*I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities...

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Is it meant to be?
But in control, I am not,
How I cannot see

Wondering all day
Your love, ever have I sought
Passing time away

For you my heart roars
With glee, now I cast my lot
May it be with yours

BB...

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To My Dearest Jolly

She barks like a lion,
She runs like a cheetah.
But she's my dandelion,
She's a little Madonna.

She stares like a tiger,
She cries like a big wolf.
She's far more than fair,
I love her cute little arf.

Love & Trust,
B.B....

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Blues suffused with rhythm
Born from pangs of regret
Bound with longing and need
Bass guitar slowly strummed
B.B. King's sad lament
Bittersweet love gone wrong
Broken heart;  mournful soul


October 15, 2020
Pleiades 2 Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May...

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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?...

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i want to be creative 
but sometime i am negative
damn someone turn me positive 
to make me feel am a good native

listen to me bb no one can be great
only if you now how to make the beat 
beat the best and u never take a set
cuz everyone well the bad freaky beast...

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I don’t remember why, but the boy who lived in the house we gathered in front of 
Got his BB gun from the garage, took aim, and shot me in the arm.
We were friends.
I think it surprised us both.

Original Poem BB Gun: A Poem in Three Parts
Excerpt submitted 11/14/21...

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Love sublime
under a rhymed
connection made with her
incredibly brillant caresser,
Lucille is played
like the lover she is,
ever and always B.B.


~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Raul Moreno's "B.B. King" contest


For those unfamilar with the music of B.B. King, Lucille is the name of his guitar....

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Off, off, off
Only blackness can I see

Off, off, on
A hint of what might be

Off, on, off
A line seen here or there

Off, on, on
As I sit and Stare

On, off, off
I see a superstar

On, off, on
Strumming on his blues guitar

On, on, off
His music floats across the air

On, on, on
A 'B.B.' King without compare...

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B.B. King continues to 
   sing the blues 
sings "They say things will get better but I don't believe that's true"
Black people are not the only 
  people who get the blues 
   I have had them, believe me 
You can sing the blues in poetry if you want to 
   B.B. King - still singing and playing "Lucille"
       I can relate!...

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N-ew dawn March twenty-fourth
E-nds the twilight view; 
R-ed beacon early morning
R-ises to shine for
Y-ou.

R-ain and chill have been
O-bliterated by the sun; 
S-hadows have disappeared, 
E-bb turns into Friday fun.
N-o more mist, fog, and haze, 
D-ark is nowhere to be found; 
O-pen both your eyes to blue sky above the ground....

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