Harlem Renaissance

he passes me a poem a love
song by Langston Hughes and
in black, the gist of our emotions so
dexteriously woven over a glossy page
snow white, the sheen of a riveting jazz
filtering from a luminuous Harlem club on
to a young heart so entertwined in romance,
all it takes is a pair of warm and reassuring hands
to make this outing at Harlem a night to cherish
and remember, this cold autumn night where
a black boy too saunters by and lavishes us
with a scintillating syncopated jazz matchings
all his own....Obama make a difference, make
a difference to this great American land

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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