The blues may be the clues
You have led your life before,
But could not recall anymore.
Blues you have grown
Could haunt you.
Like ghost,
Or squeak like a horn.
Hang like a monkey in an oak tree,
Not much room for freedom,
Agree?
Bitterness dwell on a rankling tongue,
A psalm to God that’s left unsung.
Traffics heading East
but stopping West,
Students in school
Are not doing their best.
All poems are blues,
And all blues are sad.
What I have done here
Is to share some blues in my head.
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Hello, How R U?
I feel happy today, no blues.
Hope that U Enjoy A Happy Saturday!
U Rock!
🙂 😉 🙂
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I will be out of town until 11pm tonight, see you later.
Please feel free to vote for your favorite poets via the link below. I will do poetry award for Rally week 19 on Sunday and Celebrate awards by Monday. Good Luck!
Jingle Nozelar 