Take The 'Some Blues Of Summer' Poetry Challenge

Create a blues poem based on the picture below and enter the 'Some Blues Of Summer' Poetry Challenge. Below is a couple of stanzas showing how blues is used in poetry.

from The Weary Blues
by Langston Hughes

To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!

from Twenty Notes Gone South
by R.D. Armstrong

remember those beer-stained nights
of rompin', out-of-focus blues
when couples squeezed onto crowded dance
floors
to dance the crazy-legged be-bop & jive, or
jumpin' at the woodside, or
doin' the crosstown, las' chance fo' romance-
closing-time boogie

Blues is said to have come out of Africa and born to the USA with the slave trade. From cotton fields to Blues and Jazz Clubs to Beatniks and Coffeehouses the Blues live on in both music, poetry and art. Think culture, dignity of man, yearning for a missing love. Blues is almost always sad but behind the sadness in blues there is almost always laughter and strength.

Two Ways To Enter And Win

Splashhall Poetry Boards Members Choice Challenge. Top poems are decided by anonymous Splashhall Members Choice open voting poll. Award Banners are given to First Place and Honorable Mention. To enter your blues poem in the SplashHall Poetry Members Choice post your 'Some Blues Of Summer' poem or prose Here at SplashHall Poetry.

Rollin Thunder Poetry Editors Choice Challenge. Top poems are decided by Rollin Thunder Poetry Editors, by a scoring method. Award Banners are given to First Place and Honorable Mention.

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To enter your blues poem in the Rollin Thunder Poetry's Editor's Choice post your 'Some Blues Of Summer' poem or prose Here at Rollin Thunder Poetry.

Top poems are also published on our syndicated blogs including Rollin Thunder Poetry, BlogOsphere ZoO and SplashHall Art & Poetry.

You can enter the same poem or different poems in either challenge or both. There is a limit of 1 poem per person per challenge. Poems that do not have a Blues tone to it will not be included in the voting or scoring.

Submit your Blues poem or prose today ..invite your friends to take the 'Some Blues of Summer' with you !

Congratulations Witt & AlluraD ~ CafeRg's Splash Mother's Day Poetry Challenge Winners

Please join me and Congratulate Witt First Place Mother's Day Gifts and AlluraD Honorable Mention Joy Still Blooms in the cafeRg's Splash Poetry Picture Challenge 'A Mother's Love.

Both poems voted and awarded by, you, our Splash Members. Two deserving poets for fine poems.



Mother's Day Gifts
by Witt

Mother's Day Gifts

When I was just a tot
I colored Sunday school pictures
crudely ripped from a story book
and drew outside the lines a lot.
That was your gift on Mother's Day

When I grew a little more
I molded an ashtray out of clay
Mashing and squeezing a mishapped
glob and left a mess on the floor.
That was your gift on Mother's Day

When I could go and shop in my prime
I purchased gaudy bejeweled vases
that sported garish colors tempting
my eyes only from a five and dime.
That was your gift on Mother's Day

When I became independent and free
I lavished you with expensive baubles
and the latest technology like
a state-of-the-art VCR and a brand new TV.
That was your gift on Mother's Day

Now you have reached your years sublime
There are no presents left to give,
you have it all and need nothing more
I shall give you my all my love and time.
That is your gift this Mother's Day.


© 2005 Witt



Joy Still Blooms
by AlluraD

Come along sweet girl child, take my hand,
Mama’s eyes shine from your face.
Let’s wander up the love worn path
That leads to the old home place.

Your Granny made our home here,
It was built on prayer and tears.
She held us up and taught us truth.
She pushed aside her fears.

Though life was hard our wants were few,
She labored tirelessly,
And graced our minds with her belief
In our ability.

As evening dons her violet dress
I see her waiting there.
Her eyes rejoice to see us come,
Face worn and etched with care.

These walls are warped, stick dry now,
As frail as summer’s breath.
But here she smiles, yes she dances,
And eludes the arms of death.

She lives in every memory,
Her treasured dreams my own.
And after me, she’ll live in you.
Joy blooms where love was sown.

© 2005 AlluraD

ConGrats!! Again!

Please Note: A New Challenge will be presented within a couple days for Summer. Please come back to take the Splash Challenge yourself.