Tuesday, April 8, 2014

A Tribute to Billie Holliday

A tribute to Billie Holiday (A poem)
( (c) by Stephanie Jeannot)

Eleanora Fagan
Started sangin
While a lil thang
She had that swing
And all that jazz and blues
And the fanciest poppin shoes
And a white gardenia
A Billy Holiday signature
Creative and vivacious 
Added her own touch
To standards and poems
U2 described her as the Angel of Harlem
And dem Gershwin tunes
Or that song "Blue Moon"
And "God Bless the Child"
On April 7, 2014 would've been 99 
Thankful she shared 
this that and those
And her singing of the poem 
"Strange Fruit" by Abel Meeropol
Added a sophisticated touch to songs
That even now have us be-bopping along
With that raspy sound
The diva won over crowds 
Billie Dove
Happy birthday to you in heaven up above

(She did inspire something in my life which has also become part of me as it was in her. Flowers in my hair! If it's not a flower, it's a hat with a flower on it. All I know is I dig her style. So much that it's a part of mine: 

Thanks for reading my poem. Have a great day.)

Btw. . . 

If you never heard The song Strange Fruit, first read the poem written by Abel Meeropol in the 1930s and then follow the link to a YouTube clip of Billie's performance of it:

Strange Fruit 
By Abel Meeropol

"Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves 
And blood on the root,
Black body swinging 
In the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging
From the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolia
Sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit fir the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, 
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, 
For a tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop 

And here is the link: http://youtu.be/h4ZyuULy9zs

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