HARLEM BLUES!
Lingering perfumes float through the night air,
Life was a drudgery for him and no one cared!
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When you feel blue, go to Harlem.The midnight hour will redeem all your blues away.
Raj, I followed your poem tale, from one word to the next I read entranced, I could feel the music of the blues, smell the smokey bar, the picture you drew was so vivid. As a lover of jazz and blues, it brought back memories of good nights out listening to what i used to think of as the music of the night. Thank you for the memory and also this lovely story. Regards Bob
great composition. all your poems written in lighter vein are tinged with a bit of sadness. you transported me to that world with your excellent narrative.10+++ Mamta
a poem expressing nights so blue..music inspires the life of this poem...it also insoires the life of the subject..
I can feel the music of Kenny G here in my room, while reading this piece again.. Woww, what a piece.an entertaining piece, and i enjoyed reading this to the last bit. I simply adore this write.You have musically carried me from end to end.. A great piece. I just love it..
JAZZ MAN, I could hear the soft flows and blows of deep base inside my chest as I read through this spectacular piece....you sat me in a smoke filled club and dazzled me with rhymes that touch the soul my man.....well penned 10+++++
A love of music story, all told in verse which is enchanting. Music is the universal language of the world and the character in your story had music deep down in his soul. I loved the ending. Karin Anderson
WOW this is an amazing composition...nice rhyme and rhythm so soft and you have painted a nice mood here...well implied piece! ! ! ♥ ♥ 10 ♥ ♥
tender and a flow like a light music in the air......... herlem blues really a great work with care............
Hi Raj - lovely Poem full of pathos and passion just the right blend for a love poem. I was sad at the beginning but pleased that the 'Old Liquorish Stick'scored in the end. New York New York is the most amazing city in the world -all human life is there - there is only one Harlem and if we 'Whites' are prepared to blend in - we get excepted especially when we are older and spennd a few bucks - they don't like 'gawpers' so you have to mingle.V 1 PATHOS Exemplifies the lonliness of the long distance player. My eldest Grandaughter is a virtuoso clarinetist. At the end of verse one - one sees the price performers play for their art. V 2 PASSION. Just when it seemd like his night was going to be lonely 'Lady Luck' steps in and turns a mornful night into 'A Night to Remember'. that is magic of Hralem.. For every reason in my Poetry Manual - i score it a MAX. I was raised in Liverpool and we have Music in our veins instead of Blood! Yours in Poetry - JOHN