Best Opera House Poems

I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover...

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The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my...

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Take me where our love once was
In our garden, on leisurely walks 
Flying mountains where birds flock
Holding hands in a heavenly talk.

Spinning rhythm around the...

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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain...

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I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul...

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Forget that first glimpse of the tower of Pisa.
The glorious colorful tulips in their beds at
Keukenhoff Gardens in springtime.
The Eiffel tower blinking in the darkness.
The...

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Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne
Glad are the late nights’ burnt

Bustling Bourke Street Mall
Epitome of a retail therapy’s call

The archaic Flinder’s Station
Scheduling warrants attention

Cho-chooing to Sydney
Never...

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From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her...

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An island continent down under too grand to just ignore,
A land of coastal water where sandy beaches line the shore,
Ragged range and dusty plain colliding...

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Can you hear the distant echo of the 
hauntingdidgeridoo,                ...

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(Christine)
And in my dreams he sings to my young soul,
he is darkness, passion, lust,
and he is beautiful.
He is obsession, danger and desire,
hiding in labyrinth...

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Reckless Ron from sunny Bennelong
Turned barbecue sausage without a tong,
He'd use his teeth to open beer,
He'd call out loud, " I've got no fear,"
But alas,...

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JEALOUS of my poem being featured this week Ms Onclaud? It’s not like you to be so:
Petty,
Nettie
You mind floating me a loan? Rumor has it...

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