Best Choir Poems
“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein”
A Psalm of David…
Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing shores
Where sun, sea, earth and winds abide
Where time and tide flow forevermore
In a timeless waltz, as one, they reside
Within this glorious setting sits a conspicuous ruin
A beautiful church built with mortar and stone
Stones carved and laid by hands, gifted and willing
And now vast blue skie replace the old wooden dome
B'neath sits an altar graced by Morning Glory vines
Ascending, yet, to the sun and matching blue skies
While fragile walls hugged by bougainvillea climbs
Well dressed in their shocking pink and white styles
And though silence prevails, I hear a choir of nature sing
Melodious chants echoing within these broken walls
Where the elements congregate and worship in sync...
Transfixed; I kneel in worship and my soul gives its all!
~*~
By: Annalise Brigham
For: “The Church by the Ocean” Contest”
09/29/11
*3rd Place
My choir director
is a painter
a music stand her easel
the choir loft her frame
her canvas is the air
we breathe in
and synchronously exhale
Sixteen voices are her paints
organized by color palettes
low ebony hues down there
bright primary tones over here
complementary colors placed in between
the accompanist creates a background wash
under her attentive ear
Following her calling with tenacity and talent
her hands pirouetting like ballerinas
expressive decisive intentional
coaxing cohesive chorales
conversing with the rhythm
she paints a sacred symmetry of
sanctified synergy in sound
// for Janet, my beloved choir director and bride of 35 years //
written 2 Aug 2020
What wonderful warmth
Weaves through my bones
Some mystic music
With healing tones
A summer waft
A sunshine snuggle
A hug so deep
Erasing trouble
If only I could bottle this
To keep it fresh
This cleansing balm
This wonderous mesh..
Connecting souls
Correcting ills
Blessing so full
It overspills
The world needs more -
This love strewn hit
To cure pandemic
Deficit
Yet here I rest
Tired eyes closed tight
While restful thoughts
Redeem the blight
A harvest
Doth my soul peruse
An ancient truth
Stills daily news
Join me, do
If you so desire
To find your heart's
Angelic choir
A harmony
That lives within
To quell the worldly
Heartless din
Peaceful corner
Comfy chair
Your favourite spot
I'll meet you there
All that music in the morning
It is such a joy to hear
As the rooster makes his early call
And the birdsong is so clear
How I love to hear the dawn chorus
It's a choir from up above
Nature fills the air with song
And my heart's filled with love
No matter what the weather
Be it rain or be it shine
Birds seem to sing forever
And the morning feels so fine
As I sit here in my chair
And I listen to these birds
From parrots to those cooing doves
My heart it gets so stirred
Start Singing to the Choir
What would you really rather do?
Have delightful dream that does come true;
Maybe a great game will want to go to
Where all of the players you would know.
Each place with friends no matter where I went,
By the Lord Himself I had always been sent;
Book in Bible decided He wanted me to write
If with me it certainly would be alright.
Was my biggest assignment I ever had
And when it was done boy was I glad;
Never charged a send and did it for free;
Went and did write book of Deuteronomy.
To read Bible God has the strangest ways
After finally finished had to give God praise
Several days passed by and were gone
When He wanted me to write book of John.
Roaring and raving mad was almost stark;
God told me to write about Noah and the Ark
About people and animals who were aboard;
Each one of them lividly loved the Lord.
I'm no longer a teenager and fully grown
And now have a Bible of my very own;
What I still like about mine the best
Is by God and Jesus it has been blessed.
Each time when Bible is in my presence
I love its each word in every essence;
Got older and days of my life increased
And my parents wanted me to be a priest.
There are ten commandants I can count
And Jesus gave great sermon on a mount;
Being I'm of great health, hale and hearty
Church gave me a house-warming party.
And guess what to my wondering surprise
They said again I started to sermonize
Now at church each time when I am there
Forget sermon and for us give a prayer.
Service is short, sweet, simple and exquisite;
Each and every time when you pay us a visit
Before you expire give your whole entire,
And join so you can start singing to the choir.
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James Humorous Humongous Horn
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The Choir sang so well
Their voices fractured
ears of congregation
The Jazz and Pizzazz would not be what it is
If not for the Moms of the musical kids
Sure it’s the Dads who build every set
But it’s the Moms of these shows that we mustn’t forget
They sew on the sequins and alter the hems
And buy the girls ear rings when the song calls for gems
They make all the calls and drive kids around
These show choir Moms just never slow down
They handle the money on fund raising schemes
They go on the trips and chaperone teens
They might stay up all night on a chair in the hall
Just to be sure no one acts a goofball
They’ve been known to bake the cookies and cake
Take tickets you know at every show
They know all the tricks with pins and duct tape
To keep costumes together or girls into shape
You’ll find them all back stage working in the wing
You know these show choir Mothers can do just anything
Their shoulders get cried on when songs don’t go right
They’re high-fives and hugs come every closing night
They don’t get recognition for all the things they do
Unless you count the love and smiles they often get from you
So on this anniversary on that final curtain call
Be sure to thank the Show Choir Moms who always gave their all
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At Choir Practice Observing
Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.
Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did church bells rang,
And after hearing each alto and tenor
Surely knew choir was really a winner.
We heard choir had to wait until fall,
And will be singing in a concert hall;
Finally, eventually receive much fame,
Which would end up with world acclaim.
James Thomas Horn
True believer in much great music;
Who at this moment just had heard it.
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Devotion and love:.......a choir song
Pure devotion and love;
Is all I need all I want;
Devotion and love;
Comes from above;
All we need do
is just allow
Comes from the Father above
Hold your heads up
Hold your arms and hands up
Hold you heart and mind
Keep it on the line
Praise Him, praise Him
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
your worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
you are worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
your worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
you are worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
your worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
you are worthy
Open your eyes;
Open your hearts;
Reach in, inside you allow God
God to reside with you, abide in you
Just be still open your eyes and view...
Allow God to dine and sup with you
For He knows your hungry, ooh
Pure devotion and love;
Is all I need all I want;
Devotion and love;
Comes from above;
All we need do
is just allow
Comes from the Father above
Hold your heads up
Hold your arms and hands up
Hold you heart and mind
Keep it on the line
Praise Him, praise Him
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
your worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
you are worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
your worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
you are worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
your worthy
worthy, Lord worthy, Lord God almighty
you are worthy
Dedication to Poet and Song master: Freddie Robinson Jr.
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 2"
12/03/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Counted more than a dozen birds on a wire
Methinks it's a rehearsal for their heavenly choir
Birds of a feather
Flocking together
They're a-coming, to springtime they aspire
Angels of the choir
Is this the sound of heaven?
Such sweet emanations’
Heaven sings out
Each note
Plucks at my heart
Lifts my soul
Then elevates me
Carrying me away
On a choral wave
Of sweet rapture
Then upon the final note
Of purest clarity
I return to earth
Flowers pink and white
The Mimosa Tree the stage
The Hummingbird choir
My HaHa songs are gone, some would call it writers block.
My Basement Trolls went on vacation, as I watch the clock.
Without a thought for me, they took my very heart and soul.
I hope they will come back real soon; I’m dying here alone.
Then what do I espy, a tiny Troll, quietly staring there at me?
He came out of my closet bookshelf, to come and talk, you see.
It seems I will not be alone, at least not totally alone, anymore.
Then I spy another one, or three, or more… coming out the door.
They’re dragging sheets of paper; I had wondered where it had gone.
Coming next behind them is my ink pen, filled with joy, freshly drawn.
From where, oh where, did they suddenly come from, I did quickly ask.
They just simply giggled, saying they would help me, at all my tasks.
It seems they came with the Basement Trolls, these little friends of mine.
And when the others disappeared, these chose to be my friends, so fine.
They pulled out all my books, and piled them on the floor, for to sit upon.
Then said that they were once very big, yes, years ago, once upon a time.
The children lassoed my cats and dogs, to drag them deftly across the floor.
Climbing up my books, they sat upon their backs, then went off to explore.
Taming my tabby cat, was easier said than done, a fun filled rodeo ensued,
Until she shook them easily off, spilling them soundly onto the rug, anew.
Then I saw a Troll, on a stack of Zane Grey Books, in cowboy hat and spurs.
He quickly lassoed that crazy tabby cat, and what ensued was quite absurd.
You can guess who won, after the house was torn apart, when they blew up.
But from then on out, they were forever known, as Zane Grey and Giddy Up.
Contest: Chasing the Blues away... 1-30-2013
Melody of birds,
Nature’s harmony in trees;
Mantra of the woods.
Singing To the Choir
(Or is it preaching? You choose.)
My oh my oh my and much more my
(Seattle Mariner's Theme Song)
(How about Mine, Mine, Mine the
seagulls say at Disneyworld?)
God has given me ability to get by
Overcome awful old age and senility
By using composure with some sterility.
When I did write poems would realize
It was you my poems did tranquilize
With effects from God that are correct
So which one should I try to select.
Turned out to be love of my long life
Good looking creature and lovely wife
Them hands together started to wring
Hopes I join choir and there be singing.
Have you been in that position before?
Person you surely, truly love and do adore
Wants you to be preaching to the choir
When long poor life is about to expire.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Preaching to choirs for someone to
come and pull out with pliers all the
songs I am poorly singing. Not only
do they want them to go unnoticed,
but also unheard to me it occurred.
What should they declare as probable
cause. Off of women, can't keep my
paws.