When My feet taps to the beat I know that I can be free.
The music makes me rock, as I suddenly forget about the clock
Tik
Tik
Tik
Goes the stress of time, but
Tap
Tap Tap
goes the rythim of my feet, I sing, I rock
Because its "Never to late" says Glenn
Now I know that it will never matter again. My past, present, and future are all a blur to the emblem of the music. It takes over me as I sway.
I know my love will never fray as I "stargaze" as the sound causes a craz in my mind.
It takes me over and makes me feel, for once in my life I feel!
I rock to the funky guitar and heavy drums.
Knowing never again will I find a sound quite like these hums.
The crowd in my mind gathers by my ears to listen to the sound of my oh so sweet tears.
I love music I cry on the daily, but my friends in my ears just think im crazy.
Ill rock all day listening to Glenn Hughes because with his sound...
I'll NEVER feel the blues.
The heart is ever restless
Because it tries to find its rest in temporary places
The heart searches, it yearns, it pumps life into us
Even when we do not notice it.
What is deep down?
We do not know until we have explored that abyss,
That dark cave.
Why are we so afraid of discovering ourselves?
Why are we so terrified in discovering the truth that lies within?
With truth, comes responsibility
And most of us feel we have enough on our plates
Then disturb a sleeping dragon.
We stood as pillars, side by side,
To lead the flock and seek the light,
Tenure finished, hearts untied
From the duties of the holy fight.
I saw the grace within your frame,
The way your smile could heal a room,
And whispered softly to your name
Of seeds I hoped would start to bloom.
I pictured us in frames of gold,
A wedding dance, a light embrace,
A heavy love for me to hold,
A tiny form, a radiant face.
I thought our spirits walked in stride,
A harvest sown in prayer and trust,
But when I opened up inside,
My golden dreams were turned to dust.
The gavel fell, the term was through,
I spoke of life, of "me and you,"
But shock was all the spirit knew
When you called it Out Of The Blues
She sings the blues after midnight
with the moon hiding behind clouds,
her lost voice seems to know my plight,
whispers regret against my shrouds.
Her voice is a warm wrap and still
she sings the blues after midnight,
with perfect pitch she has the skill
to lead me on to other worlds.
Perhaps into eternity
where melody and stars unite;
she sings the blues after midnight,
to attend my soul perfectly .
The angels sing celestial hymn
while demons clash abysmally ,
and yet her voice does always brim~
she sings the blues after midnight.
Blues Poem #3
Living hard
the writing comes easy
Living easy
— the writing comes hard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
The Greatest Harp
My pen is like a blues riff
not always on the note
I bend within the moment
new feelings reach for hope
A eulogy remastered
the fire that he fed
His Mojo dancing with the Muse
Marine Band his to wed
My words to stretch and vibrate
a blind man his to read
They move in tribute off the page
Sonny’s orphaned reeds
My hand they cease to follow
as letters wail and slide
While deep in South Chicago
— a harp long dead survives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Sleeping beside her
I always knew
Chipped beef on Monday
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early
today around noon
Mattress was creaking
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother
— four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: With Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green – July, 1985)
His life without a song
He’s got it all wrong
Can’t even sing the blues
if he can’t tie his shoes
The blues affair
I met her where the light was weakening
an enduring twilight had settled on what
was re-lived in the memory of summer
moving out of the convention, tired leaves
in the soft breeze on its final breath.
We spoke of the past but not of the now
the present didn’t matter.
I saw her as a disappearing holograph
dying in the mist of life lived
past emotions could not awaken
she had gone to a place I could not follow
as her face was erased.
Blues
music,
a genre
that expresses
emotive lyrics,
reflecting love and joys
or struggles, sorrow and hurt
of everyday life, as well as
frailty and vulnerability
or resilience to bounce back and move on.
In blues music the common instruments
are guitars and vocals and blue or
bent notes are featured creating
a distinct melancholic
and somber tone that some
think, sing or listen
to the blues when
they are down
in the
blues.
Smile Exercises for the blues
Smile, even when your heart feels blue
Smile, even a straight one will do
Smile, even when the ground is shaking
Smile, even when your heart is breaking
Smile, widely, smile broadly, chase the greys away
Smile, in the sun, or in the wind, or even on rainy days
Smile, when you feel like shouting
Smile, when you feel like being still
Smile, when life is hard to bear
Smile, when its hard to care
Smiling when the world seems dark,
Does something to your heart
Smile, when the world seems terrifying
Smile, when you feel like crying
The simple action of your smile,
changes a day from dark to grey.
Smile at a stranger or a friend,
Smile with a shiver, or with a bend.
Smiling is something that I hope will never ever end.
Lady Sings the Blues She oftentimes reminisces
And laments humming songs about her past.
Lady Sings the Blues
Her verbal abuse on occasion hits harder than
the waves in the ocean. Lady Sings the Blues
She walks 3 steps forward only to be pushed
7 steps backward, at least, it seems. Lady Sings
the Blues.
She refuses to give up, yet is a seeker for the truth
to uncover veiled realities that surround her. Lady
Sings the Blues
Deceptions and Disappoints once we're her friends
they thought they had her captive now the blindfolds
are removed, Faith has become her found friend.
Lady Sings the Blues
The blues you squeeze into your song.
Without the grays, you don’t belong.
The saxophone tonguing your grief;
Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief.
Turquoise battling the heavy waves.
The flautist, grave, somberly braves
The crashing shore of lighthouse lore.
Sudden widows - the sea keeps score.
The notes of navy grooves and plays
The composite of the ships ablaze.
Without the grays you don’t belong.
The blues you squeeze into your song.
The cobalt reed, a salty taste.
The blues strum strings around your waist.
The drums continuous throbbing;
Aperture of buoys sobbing.
Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief.
The saxophone tonguing your grief.
The blues you squeeze into your song.
Without the grays, you don’t belong.
I have a cure when I feel blue.
When I am home and it is late,
there’s something first that I must do.
It sure is easy, fast, and great.
When I am home and it is late,
I settle down to watch TV,
which is a lot of fun for me.
There’s something first that I must do.
I grab a pan; some corn I pop,
then drizzle butter on the top.
It sure is easy, fast and great.
I crunch on it throughout the night.
With popcorn – everything’s all right!
When I think of the blues music,
I’m picturing a man singing
while playing his guitar and a
liquor bottle nearby to drink.
Heartache and sadness cross my mind,
when I think of the blues music
for striking melancholy tone
with lyrics that express sorrow.
As if etching a broken heart,
making me sigh and misty eyed.
When I think of the blues music,
must cajole myself with good thoughts.
The songs reflect life with weary
heart that no slumber, rest could ease.
Smelling lilacs would lift my mood,
when I think of the blues music.
The Blues ©
Blues moaning and sad
Wail out over the bayou
a song of heartbreak
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