A Little Billie Holiday for Him

I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight,

his memory is fresh in my mind.

I ‘d like to think he did a little swing in time,

her words, her melody, a smile.

This is a good man we honor today in dreams

a mover with a heart of humble pie.

if Billy might have heard his words imagine,

the groove she’d create in a cadence

that spoke to his hope for a society in change

they could waltz together in a walk,

a stroll that became his march on Washington,

with her crooning voice led the way.

It is difficult to imagine how one life could change

the masses, cause a people to respond

a certain elegance from her, singing the blues,

a reality of time needing change for him.

We celebrate the man that spoke of a freedom,

I somehow have to think when a child,

listening to Billie Holiday speak to the times,

he began to certainly understand peace.

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*photo found on cuthroathippiegang

Listening Songs

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Have you ever wondered about the power of song?

I listen to feel alive

Certain voices, certain lives

I know sometimes they help me feel I belong

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Words emanate through a spiritual gift of melody

Breathe a wonderful sound

So our hearts become wound

Soothing our lives in solace – love in quiet tragedy

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The broken spell of love that rocked your world today

Every fiber of your body open

All notion of struggle forgotten

Years later the beauty of time’s reminder on a given day

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Baez, Collins, Dylan, Lennon and a little VanMorrison

Pink Floyd, ELO, we do like to rock

Moody Blues, Chopin & Bach

Willie Nelson croons and Windy rhymes the Association

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You can decide upon your own what spell is broken

When a favorite moment plays

Dream a little Billy Holiday

Carry the moment and allow time to be unforgotten

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Spend hours hoping hymns of Simon & Garfunkel’s chance,

“Time it was, and what a time it was, a time of innocence”