All Poems Are Blues

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,


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.


Hello, How R U?

I feel happy today, no blues.

Hope that U Enjoy A Happy Saturday!

U Rock!

🙂 😉 🙂


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!