Singing the Blues

     I've only had the privilege of having two of my works of poetry published. I decided to post them on my blog as I realized I haven't included anything I have written on here...other than my daily ramblings. I hope you enjoy...

Maple T.

Apollo,
             Today, your golden rays instigate a metamorphosis.
             Months of beams burning
             through me
             have transformed my emerald exterior,
             as heat turns yeast to bread.
             What was once gilded
             with jades and sea greens
             is now burnt with orange, yellow, red.
             Beauty at its height, soon fading
             into death.
             Turn your light away from me, Apollo,
             as flesh recoils from flames.
             I will wither and die with more of your piercing
             radiance.
             Sickening, paling, fading
             from green to golden to gone.
             Pleading with you,
                            Maple T.

America's Patchwork of the Blues

Georgia nights

With their transparent skies

Stars

Windows for angel's eyes,

Gaze upon lovers on moonlit strolls,

Dead beat dads with bottles of booze,

And B.B. King singin' his blues.

"Say, did you SAY blues?

Blue is hue I sing true,

All the way to my soul baby!"

Daughter come back from college

Zora Neale clinging

To her enlightened lips.

America

'my country tis of thee

Sweet land of liberty

Of thee I sing'

Grumbles in the bellies

Of babies bawling from hunger.

My country is quilted

With pieces of the blues.

It covers

Americans

With

"Help the poor

Won't you help poor me?

I need help from you baby

Need it deperately!"

    Both of these poems were published in On Concept's Edge (08-09 ed.)