Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Saturday, September 28, 2019

18 Blues Haiku





Combining two of my interests, haiku and the blues, just for fun (no disrespect intended). Here I mostly stay with the 5-7-5 format to create some structure (as with the 12-bar blues). All of these are taken from old blues songs; none are mine.

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oh, rock me baby
like my back ain't got no bone --
rock me all night long

♪

the sky is crying
see the tears roll down the street --
oh, where can she be

♪

baby please don't go
don't go down to New Orleans --
you know I love you so

♪

got my mojo working
but it just won't work on you --
don't know what to do

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ramblin' on my mind
I hate to leave you baby --
you treat me unkind

♪

turn your lamp down low --
you got no nerve baby
turn me from your door

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don't you want to go
back to old California --
sweet home, Chicago

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under a bad sign
down since I began to crawl --
have no luck at all

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I should have quit you
a long time ago, quit you --
went to Mexico

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down to the crossroads
fell on my knees, asked mercy
take me if you please

♪

woke up this morning
I looked around for my shoes --
mean old walking blues

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you gotta help me
can't do it all by myself --
I'll find someone else

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ain't superstitious
a black cat just crossed my trail --
I'll get put in jail

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up in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom --
he can have my room

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can't quit you baby
got to put you down for awhile --
make me mistreat my child

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gonna leave running
got the key to the highway --
walking is too slow

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kiss before I go
'cause when I leave here this time
won't be back no more

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I should've quit you
then I wouldn't be here, down
on the killing floor

♪♪♪

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Poem

Put It Away, Now

Put it away, now --
bike in the garage
shoes by the bench
notebook on the table
jacket -- closet.

Bus, school, homework
riding the bike
kneeling by the maple
wasn’t so much
we put it away.

Just small
behind the door
it all can be put away
put away childish things
nothing to say.

In a drawer, perhaps a cabinet
out of sight, where it’ll stay
if not there, then under
under is good, under the stairs
under the bed.

So many places
and put away it’s easily --

like it never.