Best Crosby Poems

HARMONIES OF NIGHT

Weary wand'rer, stop and listen, 
Give heed to this soothing song,
The voice of the night wind carries
Words of peace and rest, be strong;

Strike...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and it was heavily snowing
The windows in the house rattled with the wind that was blowing
Santa looked out through the...

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Like snowflakes your words fall silent.  But my heart still hears your voice.
Angie Weiland-Crosby


Among soft glow of velvet Northern Lights.
A winter's palette in landscapes...

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I watch as they descend from the sky
So many of them I can't help wonder why

Once on the ground they dance all around
Still the sight...

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I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.

I was not attracted to those scholastic...

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We walk in the desert ... our steps,
                 ...

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Elton John, Billy Joel
    Simon and Garfunkel
  Dan Fogelburg, Jim Croce
    Streisand, the Hollies
  John Denver, Phil...

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The Fifties...Music

The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…
was heaven here on earth compared with that today.
Romantic, lovely sentiments of heart and soul,
with poems...

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Anyone who has lived through them as I have,
Knows the Forties were the most memorial of all
Of the decades of the Twentieth Century
And surely the...

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Erma Bombeck, Words of Wisdom.
Coretta Scott King, Peace and Reason.
Rosa Parks, Stood Victorious!
Betsy Ross, Our Nations Seamstress.
Mother Mary, Bore Jesus in Bethlehem.
Harriet Tubman, Lead Slaves...

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Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge...

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Carlo Santana's Black Magic Woman,
in the 60's and 70's gave magic to his 
band.. 

Drugs were part of this movement it's
fair to say. Getting high...

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After: Harlequin’s Carnival by Joan Miro, 1925.PD 
After: Bing Crosby - Swinging On A Star (1944)

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems,...

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The morning is hectic, with a hodgepodge of family
I'm washing up dishes, while others are napping
A clatter of dishes,  ...oh,.. something is broken!
Someone starts...

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3 am.
The alarm clock in my head wakes me with a 
silent clanging.
Outside, the rain is falling so hard. It sounds like someone's
trying to break...

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