Passing Poems
Passing Through
by Ai Ogawa
"Earth is the birth of the blues," sang Yellow Bertha,
as she chopped cotton beside Mama Rose.
It was as hot as any other summer day,
when she decided to run away.
Folks say she made a fortune
running a whorehouse in New Orleans,
but others say she's buried somewhere out west,
her grave unmarked,
though you can find it in the dark
by the scent of jasmine and mint,
......
I met
by Author Reinvented
I met a little girl the other day
And she said to me:
"I want to be a dancer,
The best that I can be,
So one day I'll be so well known,
I can dance before the queen."
I met a teenage boy the other day
And he said to me:
"I want to be a rock star,
......
Turn me into a flower
by Teo Luchin
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
......
Turn me into a flower
by Teo Luchin
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
......
I met
by Author Reinvented
I met a little girl the other day
And she said to me:
"I want to be a dancer,
The best that I can be,
So one day I'll be so well known,
I can dance before the queen."
I met a teenage boy the other day
And he said to me:
"I want to be a rock star,
......
Passing Through
by Ai Ogawa
"Earth is the birth of the blues," sang Yellow Bertha,
as she chopped cotton beside Mama Rose.
It was as hot as any other summer day,
when she decided to run away.
Folks say she made a fortune
running a whorehouse in New Orleans,
but others say she's buried somewhere out west,
her grave unmarked,
though you can find it in the dark
by the scent of jasmine and mint,
......
