Best Monotones Poems

1958 Song Hits


All I Have To Do Is Dream
Night or day
Dreamin' life away

Do You Want To Dance
Under the moonlight
through the night

Who's Sorry Now
Sad and blue...

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Rebirth

Grey ghostly clarions
Swiftly travel
To the east of darkling day
Riding on a dirge wind
Blowing harsh
Over waters that reflect
The fading dawn
When they turn to blood red, 
Glowing...

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Then Margarita gave her father mind,
for she was very happy being home.
Hence three years placed in a covent confined
where she's had little use of brush...

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I have spent a lifetime
trying to find my perfect fit
in a chaotic world that has 
no time to dwell on just one
I had to stop...

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I am the one who keeps mothers awake at night.
I am the one whom she lives in dread, for whom her tears are sadly shed,...

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Addicted to somethin’ 
My thoughts no longer own
A fish tank full of submarines 
Swimming schools of piranhas
Waking up soaking wet
Sharks swimming in my sweat

Sleeping on...

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From morning's golden sunshine
To noon day crystal clear
We go into hazy twilight, austere
Closing blinds our vows refine:
Love rewind to sparkling wine
Awaiting the new day to...

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waiting in line.. in step... 
in monotones.. at mid afternoon.

waiting for a cup of coffee 
from a thin barista.

while outside it is raining..

outside the clouds...

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hood covered lutherns wear their naratives 
under a furrow of clouds.

their earmuffed headphones filled with lukewarm 
monotones from garrison kiellor.

they discuss the  northern progressive...

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Away my soul suspends into the thin air
As I drool away the day, lying in the lair
Waiting for the diamond rays of the sun sinking...

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By Laura
April 23, 2015

Missing are times I wasn't feeling like this
A symphony of monotones inscribed in the bliss
What if the cackling clowns are prophets in...

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When Ricky Nelson said “Hello” to “Marylou” I knew - that rock ‘n’ roll was in my heart to stay,
And no one with a soul...

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My harmonica cries, 
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; 
wailing bittersweet joy.

Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; 
it’s in the wailing that color...

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Why  look for me at the foot of Devils Peak
I hear you visit there every other week
It was the choice that you made so...

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My harmonica cries, 
in tones of silver sighs and golden tears; 
wailing bittersweet joy.

Sound of sadness; sound of laughter; 
it’s in the wailing that color...

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