Best Callas Poems

From poverty to superrich,
A Prima Donna - some say witch -
But what a voice that lady had.
Oh, she was Tosca, driven mad,
And she was Norma,...

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Both as Crass and as Callas

As it is to admit openly out loud

I find myself recently trying to reconcile

Why it is I sorely miss much...

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Oh my dear Mama 
I am in love with her 
I want to go to Port Rossa 
To buy a wedding ring 
Yes, yes, I...

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My childhood memories of the 1970s in England

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Unquotable quotes: Nurses – XIX

A nurse well-dressed is a nurse well-thought of, even if she administers the coup de grace.
Prick a nurse and she’ll pamper...

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You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out...

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~Enchantment~ 
(Free Verse) 

  
Colored glasses spinning light, 
From tulips blooming very bright. 
Bedding glorious beauty past, 
As you smiled at me so glad...

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Hear the hated song
Think things will go wrong
Cannot relax, on edge, scared
Expecting illness
My fate seems hopeless
Sweating like a creature snared

Play the remedy
Callas works for me
Relax,...

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This piece could be, I suppose, a kind of "bucket list", but it's not about regretting all the things I wanted to do in my...

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I am Nebuchadnezzar
As I eat grass
As my arrogance and pride
Turned me into an ass

I am humbled, I am lost
I am on all-fours
And I cannot even...

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For Adeleke's Top Ten

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Her Casta Diva truly great,
Maria Callas soothes my soul,
The music moving me to tears,
This is the finest piece I know.

I listen to her voice and...

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#3         UP IN THE ATTIC


Oh! my life is chaotic
And inside my home is immaculate
But up in the...

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New York Stanza
The night is dark and wet, street lights
Have no purchase on the empty street beneath;
Only the soft glow from the tenement windows 
Gives...

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A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices 
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.

My brain...

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