Best Chorusing Poems

An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve
Players in waiting call out to him
Making his heart surge and nearly striking him dead

A slow march, thoughts speeding,...

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I am sitting down with my pen,
in a faraway land
For many days, I recalled my memories,
That faded with poor calories
I want to share the aesthetic childhood
spent in the lap of a maternal knighthood.

They are my sisters sent from heaven,
with so many magical possessions 
They stood...

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It was a day in the season of mists,
All were rejoicing as there came the day of feasts
Slowly and steadily the day approached
And my mother sat concerned on her couch
She sat there for hours lost deeply,
Not able to understand what could be easy?
As she carried...

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Breathe
                                            ...

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I ogled through the open Atelier,
  And chance into a spacious grotto,
  Wanting to carry out an exploration of voodoo kingdom,
  I made a pact with my kinetic limbs,
  On they ride and halt at interval
  Introducing to the eccentric...

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And when it ends suddenly, unexpectedly,
You start to count.
First on the days, then the hours - then
Just counting until 100
Then
Beginning            again.

The dead find their faces
The living count faces
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Shadows of no-hopers stretch,
escaping from the platform lights,
A stage where pride and egos dance,
where hearts will leash and cage their fight,
But all too soon I'll be the last,
still waiting on into the night.

Leaves play dead upon the tracks,
witnesses of goodbye sorrows,
Reluctant feet climb Station Bridge,
chorusing...

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In the dominion of two,
orange and yellow songs of birds
chorusing back from their citrus grove.

On the slate terrace
pools of last night´s rain:
by breeze-whim
they give back red blossoms, then
chunks of sky again.

Across the valley cloud shadows darken,
then move on to light up the mountain´s face.

Slam of...

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For teaching me of unknown paths
For hinting to me of fogs at feet
For reminding me of sunrise tea
For showing me both ink stain and light rain

For simply savoring the simple life

For illustrating the service of the eremite
For singing to paulownia blossoms
For dancing with loneliness
For sculpting...

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Your soul is a song,
Chorusing numerously.

Your many lives but a melody,
Resounding in your mind.

Your soul, a channeling
Of the sound of eternity.

Your soul is music,
So finely tuned.

Your soul is a song,
Filling this world of a room....

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My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him,
As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and goes at whim.

My brother, John, taught me to roller skate, and how to fly a green kite.
We rode bikes and...

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I may have grown tired
     but my lungs have opened wide
Never to be so inspired
     as when we shut the divide

Now universally singing verses to be heard
voices chorusing uniformly wringing through the urn
which formed splits and fissures...

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Shadows of no-hopers stretch,
escaping from the platform lights,
A stage where pride and egos dance,
where hearts will leash and cage their fight,
But all too soon I'll be the last,
still waiting on into the night.

Leaves play dead upon the tracks,
witnesses of goodbye sorrows,
Reluctant feet climb Station Bridge,
chorusing...

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Rose
fragrance
sweetens air
birds chorusing
sun lit dappled glade
gold edged clouds overhead

Profuse floribundas
white petals tipped pink
wild columbine
creep tendrils
abloom 
tree


8/15/21...

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Destitute is the productive, empty lives 
                         who Garner the plain 
         with...

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