Better than before
maybe this is the best
we doing our thing
and I must confess
i heard your tenors tone
through the cigar smoke
I laughed along when you
told that joke
you know the one with
the two baritones
the one who loved the soloist
and who wished to be alone
when he serenaded
the pretty woman
all stopped to see what
was going on
she smiled one day
and spoke his name
it changed everything
it rearranged
that's how I want it
with my gal
just like that
just like that
Gotta man thinking
he can be your everything
Thats the kinda joy
true love brings
gotta man changing from fool
to a man
thats the kinda woman
who compliments her man
got me feeling
you got me feeling this way
what can I say to those
that opposse
when they frown
and turn up there nose
what kinda words
makes everything okay
Can't satisfy everyone
work real hard
and have alot of fun
you got ah
fella feeling this way
I love my Lady
I'm her man
she's my Lady
I'm her Man!
Categories:
baritones, music,
Form: Ballad
As much as I love music,
I’m not sorry to admit
That opera’s the exception,
For I like it not one bit.
It’s not that I don’t understand
The words (although that’s true),
But rather it’s the voices
All the critics ballyhoo.
Sopranos, tenors, baritones -
They all get on my nerves,
Then you toss in some vibrato
(Which no audience deserves),
Add some overdone emoting,
Make-up way beyond the top
And the flashiest of costumes -
I’d go on, but here I’ll stop.
Opera fans the whole world over
Are both cultured and refined,
But, though classical I covet,
Opera leaves me disinclined.
Categories:
baritones, music,
Form: Rhyme
Friday night is for rehearsal
sac in air, before
it breaks— breath out
into the soft dew
itching palms on our head.
Soon the baritones will arrive
stuffing music with tonic notes
for me to ride:
the terrors of solmization
& unbridled pitch sounds.
Boys says Sunday without your
mezzo-sopranos is like a
metaphor of plus-nine terrors
—pounded noise
cooked in a lour supper.
But the pontiff won't heed.
Please sing alongside with me,
the Lord's song is becoming
pitching and modulating
rock and pop
touring on one voice.
Excel Chinagorom Michael
Categories:
baritones, feelings, pride,
Form: Free verse
You'd hear them every morning
Like a band of baritones
The echoes of the horseshoes
Clacking, on the cobblestones
Each huckster with a wagon
Pulled behind a blindered roan
Parading back and forth between
The rows of old brownstones
One would have fresh vegetables
And one would have fresh fruits
Another might have leather goods
Like saddles, shoes or boots
From furniture to pots and pans
Each peddler resolute
But if you looked then walked away
They'd follow in pursuit
Some just made deliveries
Likes eggs, or milk, or ice
Regardless of their service
Each one friendly, each one nice
Though some might have a gimmick
Like a special, to entice
If you had bought from them before
They might just drop their price.
By Daniel Turner
Categories:
baritones, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Julius Jaggery Jones
Had an ache deep in his bones
Sang the blues for nickels and dollars
In mellowest of baritones.
Julius Jaggery Jones
Seated on street cobblestones
Paid his dues in groanings and hollers
Delivering back alley moans.
Categories:
baritones, depression, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
The ground was blanketed with fallen leaves
that crunched under their feet as they ducked
into the bushes and secluded spots behind thick trees
The forest was their domain the comforts of life
as fugitives in hiding they could survive,
it beat capture and torture.
Emerging on the path came eight horses
with their riders trotting into view
Robin Hood and the others emerged from hiding
knowing they will not be eager to surrender
As the sun starts melting into the horizon bringing in the twilight
Robin Hood and his men knew they were in danger
Why did he feel like he was totally kidding himself?
Jumbling and stumbling they start to dwarf
Their voices had evolved from bass and baritones to tenors
Avoiding getting caught they all backed away and scattered
Bidding the riders farewell, then departing
2/13/2016
Poetry Contest: A twisted poem about Robin Hood -
Sponsored by: C. T.
Categories:
baritones, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
This jazz pallete weeps with greed
for the return of some bebop
and crooning bleeds.
Neon flagships that lit the night
with saxophones
and trumpets bright.
This bird bottled in country twang
is popping the cork
for some bluesy swang.
Spinning the vinyl under needled arm
baritones ripple
as nerves are darned.
Shattered glass begins to mend
as the mellow tones
declare the end.
Grooves of doo-wop will pep the step
when all that’s encumbered
has been swept.
Dat dootin doo-dat is where it’s at
as to these artists
I tip my hat.
Taking a dip in the oldie’s spring
lessens the rhythm
of living stings.
© Debra Squyres 01/24/16
Categories:
baritones, music,
Form: Free verse
DECADENCE
I pinch myself to feel the real
it seems so darn dang surreal
this decadent Dallas life I live
questioning locals who
miss the thrill
Oysters and wine
culinary fine
no crime
all smooth
this perfect
Bible belt of
Gospel truth
day and night time
rendezvous
Chase, Chuck & Buck
Budweiser cowboys
watching you
real men with rugged
pheromones
who know how
to treat a lady
in husky
baritones
well endowed
they know how to
impress with Southern
finesse
and perfect
lips that
may seductively
digress
this decadent Dallas
life
I love
absent of
stabbing
knifes
respecting
rights
© Kim van Breda—4 October 2015
Categories:
baritones, fun, sensual,
Form: Light Verse
I fell this morning-
Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings
Kissing the distance of sanity
Defying gravity
Levitating toward the inevitable
Plunging into the comfort of solace fed into my spirit as joy becomes mine
Shoulders lightened
Released the burdens.
Unclogged empty spaces looking to fill lonesome nights with conversations
Extended one time moments to last
Lapsing into the disease of love
Nestle this heart in loyalty.
Faithful to the thought
I fell this morning-
Hit the snooze button to return to the passion jump starting my heart.
Misstepped through the possibility that a frozen heart could melt for carmel skin tones and baritones cadences.
Opening the potential of waking up to you til death due us bonded together forever.
I fell this afternoon-
Watched my tears stain satin pillowcases as you become my questioned tomorrow.
I slipped And stumbled over the misunderstanding right into love's possibilities.
What if I told you I fell in love with you this morning.
@ANUthepoet
Categories:
baritones, anxiety, courage, crush, emotions,
Form: Free verse