Best Reddy Poems

I am woman hear me roar
Helen Reddy
1970's
I cannot hear it often enough
The NOW movement
She has unwittingly penned the feminist anthem
I think it is in the...

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keep the music sorrowfully low,
so big daddy doesn’t hear.
the shadowy figures, surrender
and whisper in your ear.

the psychedelic colors flow
like the sea foam beat.
Angie, your chromatic...

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Eyes furtive carry the reflected sheen of aluminium paint that is smooth a chrome flood
On the tin roof of the woodshed seen, with moonlight awash,...

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To the end, the Home will uproot itself in nomadic urge -
The Flesh will ache to lift as paper from its delicate strands 
 with...

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On a night in November with a full moon sky
There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly

Scriptures of old are chanted by the...

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I awoke a clock and watched it countdown towards known silence,
I arose and given the floor the reason for its presence,
Day spent amidst the greenery...

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It began with green eyes

Hair that blew redness

That lingered from somebody else,

A smile that gave rise to a sun

Cheeks that gave the moon its glow,

That...

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On a night in November with a full moon sky
There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly

Scriptures of old are chanted by the...

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We're nearing the end of another year
But this one feels different than before
As we mourn our heroines and hero's
Hearts of family and friends are sore

There's...

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I am a woman (not Helen Reddy)
I am from London
I am uneducated
I am an individual
I am unique
I am passionate
I am trustworthy
I am forthright
I am concerned...

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Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale —
model citizens led the way
to their stage, all the rage
for seconds in time.

cool of Dawn Dolls —
icons of the seventies,
for...

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At my funeral they will be playing Helen Reddy
“I am woman, hear me roar!” Cher’s “Gypsy’s, Tramps and Thieves”
And Adam Lambert. I love all his...

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Fake sugar fake taste
Fake flavor fake aroma
Fake People fake hospitality
Fake love fake encounter
Fake knowledge fake brady
Bye Keerthi bye Reddy....

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Helen Reddy, Cher, Bette Midler, Tina and Reba have all inspired me
Showing me women can be more than I thought women could be.
I am inspired...

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Caren was a poet, an artist, a painter, a player.
She played mostly with children
For they delighted her 
All the days of her life

Her own children...

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