Best Capella Poems

a capella you tell me 
you love me

with a full orchestra
you show me how much...

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THE A CAPELLA PIRATE by Jeanette Jones 
based on Portrait No 6, Theater by Mary Cassate 1879 



THE A CAPELLA PIRATE

Be it Pirates of Penzance...

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Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds...

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Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles...

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I fly 
Blood flows like a river below
I dance 
Scattered bones
I dance
Crows feast on dead souls
I dance
The moon becomes full
The night becomes a stage
The curtain...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need...

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Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra
While she should be calculating and figuring a formula
Her mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola
Serenaded by a musician...

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THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET

The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
A Capella joviality, with torquing wrists, snapping fingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.

Dapper in their...

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Headline news
Sensational story;
All about you.

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Truth speaks plain
If only we...
Learn to listen

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Words follow words
Into a swirl;
Too much, too late

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Old neighbour
Bold man of seventy;
Knee replacement

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Playground ventures
Kids stumble...

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It is therapy for me
to make the pen dance melodies
across an otherwise bleek
piece of paper.
To create words that don't exist
because I WANT TO is simply...

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After four weeks working with a group of goddesses, 
two of them Greek, I’m reviewing my religious options, 
and considering a return to the old...

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire...

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Mc Kit, im a cat i compose my songs
a dog's gonna to bark, a dog is a dog
i go to an extent come see how...

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amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling, 
  ...

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Retrieved Passage 6:
From The Book of Days - The Cellar


Don't send me down to the cellar
I swear I won't do it again
lest my sanity goes...

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