The Blues Poems

Can't Even Sing the Blues

    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

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 Blues

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

THE BLUES

When certain people poison the words diversity, equity and inclusion
and I see all the progress this country is about to loose…
is it any wonder why, for a while now, I have had the blues.

But when I think about it…it’s appropriate I have attached the color blue to me…
because blue is the epitome, the embodiment…the essence

Smile Exercises for 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

Lady Sings the Blues

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

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

My Cure for the Blues

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;

The Blues Music

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

The Blues

     The Blues © 

Blues moaning and sad
Wail out over the bayou 
a song of heartbreak

Just Singing The Blues

I'm just sitting here 
by the shore 
just singing the blues 
in my old shoes 
Lord I'm just sitting 
here by that shore 
just singing blues 
in my old shoes 
I'm just sitting 
here by the bay
watching that old 
alligator creep away 
why I'm just sitting here
singing the blues 
taking in the sun
and getting used

jazzy frog sings the blues

Jazzy Frog sang the blues better than other ones in the bog
I wish I had that kind of voice said a bellowing bull frog.
All you need is love for a beat, and an ear for razz-a-ma-taz
Said the musical frog, whose friends all called him Mr. Jazz

They Call Themselves the Blues Brothers

They call themselves the Blues Brothers
This does not sound bad said GeeWilliger’s mothers
He had two, a regular one and a step.
They liked the idea of two dogs with pep.

The Blues Brothers came in wearing shades and strumming.
One began on the bongos, it was rather loud drumming.
“hit it!” yelled one, and they began a wild boogie

Bullfrog Sings the Blues

he was a bullfrog we called him Twos.
no idea why, except he was slimy as glues.
once upon a time he crawled out of my shoes.
listening to him now, as he sings the blues.

feeling sad, morose, sorrowful, irritated, sang Twos.
today my wife burned my flies inside my swamp stews.
my tongue is on fire, and I cannot

Grover Grues Who Sang the Blues

he was grumpy, gritty, and grotesque, Grover Grues.
but his balance was beautiful, and he sang the blues
no one in the swamp could fill in Grover’s shoes.
his blues were spectacular, this was no news.

the other frogs would congregate here at night.
second it looked like it might become twilight.
they loved Grover’s guitar, and his voice, so mellow

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