This Poem Ain't Easy

By Rudolph Lewis

My faith don’t keep me from

singing the blues. My sweet

loving BirdSong, she’s gone

away. She could've been my Beloved.

But Big Daddy, he's rolling her in

dough to make a fool of her. We

could've been in a new arrangement

where she wouldn't have to be paid. But

I could not satisfy that tight All Right

Our journey began at El Mina

way down in a funky dark hole

Mr. Good Times began his candidacy

standing Up for his rights by

keeping us down. It’s a Story

Never Told. We never gave up

the Fight traveling in Schisms

We keep getting down. We keep

Stirring It Up, too. We got It Good?  

3 February 2006

These poems are so different in theme and tone, suggestive of the wide range of your verse.  A couple of them are lighter, more playful and fanciful.  I like them all a whole lot. -- Miriam

posted 5 February 2006