Blues, From Light to Dark

Updated on November 13, 2017


Blues music playing low, the start of a new day burning,

Each note shrill and to the point, a lost cause returning.

Few folks sit inside, at the roadside bar, now so dimly lit,

Smells of tobacco, of booze, this blues scene, does so fit.


Light to dark, sad notes are burning, Blues music churning,

Guitar, Sax, piano rifts, try to return to a life, all still yearning.

Long gone, lost in the past, never to return there ever again,

Strings and keys all tell us a tale of an old life, how it began.


Sing about the old times had, some were good, others sad,

All to be a part of every life, full of joy, so many full of strife.

They have a place reserved for them down in New Orleans,

Just waiting for a chance to wail, tell it all, though it seems.


Light to dark, sad notes are burning, Blues music churning,

Guitar, Sax, Piano rifts, try to return to a life, all still yearning.

Long gone, lost in the past, never to return there ever again

Strings and keys all tell us a tale, of an old life, how it began.




Every one of us has their own story, all so want to tell,

Some days are so hurting and blue, like a time in Hell.

When you get it out and share it, others then can agree,

You have a right to feel the anger, that every day we see.


Light to dark, sad notes are burning, Blues music churning,

Guitar, sax, piano rifts, try to return to a life, all still yearning.

Long gone, lost in the past, never to return there ever again,

Strings and keys all tell us a tale, of an old life, how it began.


Blues, from light to dark, let it all out my friend, let it out my friend.

Oh, you can't go back again, leave it all in the past, that life of sin.

Let it end, let it end.

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      whonunuwho 4 weeks ago from United States

      Thank you MsDora. Many blessings my friend. whonu

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      Dora Weithers 4 weeks ago from The Caribbean

      Sometimes, instead of music that takes us back, we need music that empowers change. Even new blues may still have significance. I like the motivational mood of your message.

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      whonunuwho 4 weeks ago from United States

      Thanks Eric. Hope you have a great Veteran's Day and we will always remember our dads, no matter the flaws they may have had. Blessings my friend. whonu

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      Eric Dierker 4 weeks ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      My dad taught me the Blues at an early age. Probably influences every thing I write.

      Thank you much friend it is good to remember. I think also of Dobie Gray somehow.

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      whonunuwho 4 weeks ago from United States

      I have amended a lyrical poem for an old friend so that he may use it in his work. Hope you enjoy.whonu

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      Ann Carr 4 weeks ago from SW England

      Great poem, great rhythm, like the blues!

      Ann

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      manatita44 4 weeks ago from london

      I particularly like this piece. In fact I think it's awesome!! So well crated; so true to life! There is a recognition of the old which shaped the triumph into the new life. A very intelligent piece from you, Bro.

      I won't mind using it in Open Mic Poetry and giving you the plaudits. I do Open Mic a lot. Only if you are happy, of course and I would substitute the word 'sin' for 'din.' Public audiences may prefer the subtler word as the spirit of the former is usually of unworthy or negative connotations.

      Once again, A brilliant piece. I commend you highly.

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      whonunuwho 4 weeks ago from United States

      Thanks, Audrey. Blessings to you and family. whonu

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      Audrey Hunt 4 weeks ago from Nashville Tn.

      Some of my most popular songs are the blues. Been singing the blues for many years and audiences love this genre. Your poem describes the heart of the blues perfectly.

      Well done my friend!