Open Poetry #48 |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Home Somewhere between the streets A deep voice cracks violently The trombone And an old man Sing the blues Perhaps its the humid air That lets the jazz stick around Until the sun begins to rise You said you where glad I saw your home Before Katrina I just recall the warmth A love deeply in-ground Into everyone there And a love for music So rare now... I was jealous Juju -Juju |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Somewhere within ourselves we have passions which defy conventional wisdom. Enjoyed this. ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I really like this, it takes me to a place I have never been before. ~L |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
I like the whole feel to this, very contemporary in the poetic jive |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A beautiful memory, drenched in unforgettable tunes. Margherita |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
a pleasure to read...James |
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