Best Crooner Poems

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The old balladeer sounds 
       like a tired man.
Under the wind of an 
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Crooner Bruner loved his schooner 'Billie'
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Sing Me an Old Style Song

Sing me an old style song,
With pretty flowing phrases;
A story of love gone wrong,
In other times, in other places.

No trumpets...

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The Convivial Mancs Minx
Stirrer of the Soup
Front and center of the Loom
Feminine rat pack crooner 
An erstwhile trusty steed
Who participates and loves to read
No man...

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by Max Burchett

A writer, singer and songwriter,
A crooner, a teller of tales,
A dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator,
Hoping in verse and prose he prevails.


Photography...

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Spring hasn't sprung: No bees have stung;
No painter's fallen off a ladder's rung.
No miner's contracted black lung.

Spring hasn't sprung: No batter has swung
At a strike...

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Sonar clicks midnight crooner
Sound waves invisible medley 
Resonate throughout 
The mischievous ears 
Black silent strikes
food fare delights 
Mother Earths night 
songs can't escape 
Incendiary terror...

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Can you listen up to my heart beat
  Or is it the beats from that beat?
  It's the radio,
  Then it goes...

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One of the best entertainers of the last century,
this man’s collection of hit records is something to see!
His recording career commenced in nineteen thirty-three
He came...

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When wealth is determined by the number of guns one owns.
When a wedding party is a family barbeque, and the wife needn't change last 
names.
When...

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Cry ‘en out
runty Court, corny core
country coon unroot.
Ornery, yet not
your crony too. 
Uncute nut
one rut —or 
cooter coroner. 
Neo coy
Cure concert tune crooner. 
Once retro...

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Water falling, trickling downward
wet mossy stones shine and glimmer
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Soft tinkles as they head coastward
the sounds echo like a crooner
water falling, trickling downward

A...

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While I was walking through a meadow, of blooms and sunshine,
I stopped to spread my blanket, for a gay picnic at lunchtime.

It was very pleasant,...

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I have often wondered 
What it is like to be
Beautiful
To have a face that would launch 
A thousand ships 
Into the distant sea,
In old forgotten...

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Crooner one on one aloft the cupola          				        ...

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