Best Producer Poems

Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!

Write down your own life's story
before the...

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The blind man held his tin cup;
Bewildered was he as he felt
Slippery hands on his own
The cup getting heavy as he knelt.

A voice said “That’s...

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Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the...

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Gifts

Gifts are what matter the most.
Where's the talent without its host?
Where's the paper without the pen?
What is repetition without doing again? 
Where's the car without...

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We are the Indians noted for our humanness and calm nature
With no harshness in our Principles and ideals.
We are open minded, emotional and good natured
Our...

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There grew an apple family named red
Who all lived on their family spread
The dad was a prolific producer
Their mom a sweet sexy seducer
When they were...

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1. Fields of much promise, but no grass and no soil
the world not so round getting flat and shapeless
necks stretched for faces to look up...

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Today's generation has lost the sense of emotions.
What they call pain, anger and happiness is all a simple imagination.
Let me tell you life is a...

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Edgy, I occupy myself with a book pretending
the storm will veer away. But the rumbles get louder
and the first blitz of lightning etches the black...

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Why do I feel like an intruder looking in?
Who wrote the script? Who is the producer?
Why is my part so minute?
I long to be your...

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THE FINAL ACT

After Humpty Dumpty’s fall
Angry residents placed a call
The locals destroyed the wall
As it shouldn’t be there at all

Injured Humpty was all gloom
Alone in...

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Today, our first “All About Me” History class begins
when we comprehend every day and night
co-arises with “All About We”
full-octave
Zero-centric
bicamerally encultured
and regenetically reiterated
in and through,
by and...

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Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form...

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Queen Gaia
of Earth's Shabbat
is here to speak today.

Unfortunately,
she can only sign,
and the only way she can see
is through our DNA/RNA fractally-balancing syntax,
so she has asked...

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