Beth Poems - Poems about Beth

There was a woman named Beth Who said she was a accomplished Chef But she burned the food It looked like glue And the dog refused to eat what’s left...

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Beth And Happiness * Beth lay in her bed Waiting for a good night Sleep to begin. * Her adorable feline Guardians Sophie and Kisa Her endearing canine Guardian Meika They are with Beth keeping watch Sleeping comfortably * She gently strokes their fur Whispers good night And closes her eyes. * In the twilight of her life Blessed with the Unconditional Love around her Beth welcomes a good night's sleep. * In the morning She...

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Reel me in, I’m feeling further My Desmond daze reaps a soulful yearn as you cross my plain Reaching out yet only my eyes feel you She’s God’s oath Betwixt my folded arms that stitch, twist a soulless gaze In which I cannot define More-so, Regretfully refined But as I realize that she was right The moment has come for her to...

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his guitar is raunchy and moody and his singing voice raspy and if I close my eyes I am in a rundown jazz bar down and out on luck and drinking alone drowning my sorrows in the booze and loud blues music his name is Joe Leonard Bonamassa and he reaches my soul he is a blues rock guitarist, singer...

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As whirlwinds in the musicscape that blow so wild, The duo sang, played guitar, and albums compiled; Both rocked like vigorous rocks in a rough earthquake, Their unbreakable records they only did break...! Played and sang at their very tender childhood age, Like tornados they shook many a music stage; Joseph Bonamassa, at only twelve, did plan, Smokin' Joe Bonamassa - his...

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She missed out on music lessons as a child. Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild. For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster. And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn't muster. She preferred Brian May over Freddie Mercury. Elton John fan, she felt the piano music was a nursery. She should have taught the guitar, yet...

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Her pink okra fingers play violoncello, Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow; Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale? Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...? An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven, Splays open, in and through her, like a vast ocean; Piano, cello, bass guitar, and percussion, Her heart and hands try all with perfect precision...! Venomous feelings of...

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Laughter and sunshine Was our daughter of joy Humor with spark divine Laughter and sunshine Rich did our hearts entwine Death could grin and enjoy Laughter and sunshine With our daughter of joy 1/31/2023...

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The star shone in their fiercest manner for today the birth of a night's illumina our love was soft until the pang went gaga shall i then hold beth or ring lehem saga tis today i became strong as the lord jupitar The cold of winter brought us before nayers My lover is set to become a the negate-slayers. Where are the...

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Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan Acknowledgment of birthday gal, whose invaluable priceless worth exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars. First born of Boyce and Harriet (both long since deceased, albeit cremated whereby their ashes - cremains scattered to the four winds) in Paterson, New Jersey December first nineteen fifty seven. A protective big sister to yours truly her one and only rolled together into hypocritical, poetical, and...

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I just met a woman with an aura so positive. We only talked briefly, but she made me smile. It’s a random meeting like this for which we should all live. Those are the ones that stay with us for a long, long while. We’d all like to think that we have a role to play, But it’s finding that...

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My eldest sister Amélie Beth... ever the amateur family entomologist Upon texting her a picture (countless moments ago since October ninth) unfamiliar delicate looking critter - (seen inside the apartment many times), she quickly identified crane fly agilely affixed to lampshade. I figuratively tip hat at Tipulidae long legged dainty insect poised to strike proboscis, where adults buzzfeed on nectar from flowers or other outdoor plants unlike larvae whose...

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In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other accompaniment, just Beth and a piano. It was like this tattooed lass just wandered down the stairs and sat down...

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You think they are snooty to you, she said. Here is a story for you. She is my friend, but I call her One-Up-You-Beth in my head. Because no matter what story you have She will one-up it. I had worked at a place for fourteen years, she told me. Fourteen years! She always says things twice. Not sure why. I saw...

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Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled alphanumeric characters legibly engraved sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector, when I die taking family surname to netherland who unwittingly named his youngest daughter after his recently deceased father's mother. Mortality encompasses subsequent cremation never mind...

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