Get Life!

Poetry is my old man
Music is his wife
When poetry and music kiss
the roar of the crowd says get your life!!!
Rhyming by candle light
Singing to children at the circus
When rhyme and song become one
the nosey neighbor says
that was on purpose!!!
I never thought I'd see the day
He never thought it could be
When letters and notes hook-up
the whole world quivers
from the glow of harmony!!!

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

I blues sometimes

When I sing

it says everything in those broken notes

my screaming bass-strings split your earring hearing vessel

my fuse is the blues over muddy waters

my Guru man catching rain water in a boiling pot

and everybody still talkin' bout Trump on a Moped

I just wanna lay a pillow on my own bed

those broken notes sing the blues 

and my screaming bass-strings just split

your 2 flapjacks into 4 and 3 fried eggs

as this bumpy road winds all around

my deep southern roots...what?  I said I blues sometimes

uh uhn uh unh uh unah uhn uh

yea that  deep southern is Detroit roots baby

it says everything in those broken notes 

      when I sing  

                    by Shonnese C.L. Coleman