Bing Crosby Poems | Examples

My Dream Within A Dream

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." ~ The Bible, Gospel of Luke 2:14

"...peace on earth, goodwill toward men" ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from the poem, Christmas Bells

and later put to a melody as the song "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" recorded by Bing Crosby, Johnny Cash, and others. 

Once thoughts inside a poet's head,
an uninspired conscious thread,
they are now this poem instead,
one you might regret you read -
but can I call it a dream?

Poets with no poem, it seems,
cannot place dreams within dreams.
I generate no conscious streams.
A silent voice in my brain screams,
"what happened to my muse?"

I'm your muse, but I've run dry
Do you know the reason "why"?
No matter how hard I try,
I can only sit and sigh,
inundated by the news.

Yes, inundated by the news - 
if you were walking in my shoes,
I think you, too, would have the blues.
So, here's the inner dream I choose -
if you can believe it.

Poet, this is your muse, come in.
Shut out all the noise and din,
Here's your message without spin.
Your dream is these words herein,
 - "Peace on earth, goodwill toward men."

Grins and Groaners: Folio 3

Q: Who is the young man who takes care of a child with no parents?
A: Little orphan's manny.

Q: How can a meth addict contact his supplier more quickly?
A: Put him on speed dial.

Q: What is the sharpened pole upon which the "sea eagle" impaled himself?
A: A tern pike.

Q: What do you call a sheet of glass eaten by a donkey?
A: A pane in the ass.

Q: What is it called when one ethnicity at work gets a larger office than another?
A: Racial spatial discrimination.

Q: What do you call a kid who demolishes his Cheerios instead of eating them?
A: A cereal killer.

Q: What did the call girl call the midget when he didn't want to pay her for her services?
A: A little prick.

Q: What's the one exercise Mitch McConnell can't do at the gym?
A: Chin-ups.

Q: What is the antique lawn statue near the door of my plantation in Lexington?
A: My old Kentucky gnome.

Q: Where did the first Mrs. Bing Crosby keep her love for her family?
A: Deep in the heart of Dixie.

Yuletide here

Does this mean much to you,
Force fed at Yuletide too?
Unsure if Jesus meant all this,
Tinsel town of retail bliss,
Beginning to feel like Yuletide,
Snow in Aussie ocean tide, 
Swimming and drinking,
What is Santa thinking?
Overfeeding everyone,
Overstuffed games in the sun,
Does Jesus think we're crude?
Groaning, here's more food,
Gimme more gifts and a card,
Graft for Christmas, that's so hard,
No matter who's to blame,
Mega stores feel no shame. 
Buy, buy, buy, right away,
Rather ceasefires this festive day,
Despite Bing Crosby, okay
That's what Jesus would really say!

Oh Those Boswell Sisters

Some called the radio station demanding they throw them out of the studio.
Others called to brag about their talents, their arrangements, their sass.
Boswell sisters had been singing together since their Vaudeville days as teens.
Connee played sax and trombone,
Vet played banjo and guitar and Martha held down the piano.

They were popular in their hometown of New Orleans, playing with big bands.
Dorsey Brothers, Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman all knew them.
These sisters blended “blackness” and “whiteness”, natural for them.
They loved to rework and rearrange popular songs; they were musicians.

They appeared in a film with Bing Crosby and Cab Calloway.
This led to thirteen appearances on the Bing Crosby Show.
Ella Fitzgerald patterned her style after Connee Boswell.
As did the Andrew Sisters a few years later.
The Boswells had a profound effect; incorporating scat, jazz and swing.

Bob and Bing

 
Bob Hope,
at birth Leslie Towns, died at one hundred and his life was an interlope;
admired for his comedic timing, facial expressions, and a great one liner,
the "road" movies with his pal Bing- for comedy there are none finer !

Bing Crosby
at birth Harry Lillis, this man so funny and never ever sang off key,
he did so many things before he died at seventy-two, some with Bob his friend
accomplished much and it is said he was the most admired man to his very end

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September 29, 2021


Poetry/Clerihew/Bob and Bing
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1391-891-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Clerihew 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 10/29/2021

First Place

Moonlight Delight

As we are spending quality time together in the dark, 
I will freely admit I feel happy as a lark.
What splendor you display as you shine in the moonlight.
Without a doubt, I think you are a delight.
You have become someone I truly adore.
I feel like Bing Crosby singing to Dorothy Lamour.
What a wonderful feeling of coming together as one.
For once, I don't want to see the rising of the sun.

Just An Old Crow

Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Perry Como
Crooners from way back when, quite a long time ago
Today's hullabaloo
Don't know who's who
Guess you could say I'm an old over the hill crow

Swingin On a Star

After: Harlequin’s Carnival by Joan Miro, 1925.PD 
After: Bing Crosby - Swinging On A Star (1944)

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, 
like notes that shape music.  - Joan Miro

Listen to the mockingbird rings from ear to ear driven in a
frenzy of delight, naysaying the evil torts of Hieronymus 
Bosch’s gardens. Feasting on nature’s foreplay, stringing
leaps of fancy, parading to an oompah-pah, lured by a rendez-
vous with Dali and melted timepieces. 

to fly
to soar
soar unconfined
soar scored
scored notes
scored lines

The bliss of true tones, winged squirmings,
dancing snakes, acrobatic merfolk swinging on stars,
the ensemble gestates.

Cues coil, ping, the clocks tick; let your
wired heart purr. Jack-in-the Box to Jack outside,
take a spoonful of sugar with your medicine, & twirl 
your partner round and round.



First published by illumen 2016

My Memories of Christmas

Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.

Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.

Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.

Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.

My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.

My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.





December 12th, 2013

Where Are the Sounds of Christmas

Where are the sounds of Christmas?

Locked in the hearts of the people you say.

Where did all the smiles go?

What happened to the glee filled,

'Happy Holiday!'

A greeting by strangers and friends you

Chanced to meet...

In a store or on the street...

What happened to the sounds of Christmas'

I haven't heard the old Christmas songs

On the radio...

These new songs, I don't even know.

Bring back 'The Christmas Song' by Mr. Nat King Cole

Bring back Bing Crosby Dreaming of a White Christmas

From days of old...

The sounds of Christmas once rang loud and clear,

With 'Merry Merry Christmas My Friend and have A properous

Happy New Year!:

I long to hear carrolers gathering, singing songs of the season

Where are the Christmas sounds, why have they stopped? 

Do you know the reason?



Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Written 12:15 a.m. Dec. 4, 2009

Fond Memories

You and I by the Christmas Fire
Bing Crosby on the CD
I stare at your face
With a big smile across my face

The house is empty
There is no one home
So, we decorate the place.
Lighted candles in every space.

We put the presents where they belong
Waiting for the boys to get home.
So, they can help along.

When they arrive, what a surprise!
It is time to decorate the evergreen.
Colored lights, red and white
Ornaments last year seen

An angel on top, where she belongs
We gather around, sing some songs
The boys off to bed where 
Sweet dreams drift in their minds
Waiting for Santa to make that big climb!

“Fond Memories Contest”

Tinsel and Bing

I heard Bing Crosby sing
My heart skipped a little
Close is the time
Of joyful rhyme

Sleighs and snowman
Georgia's southern clim'
Doesn't go for snow
Below the tinsel lighted star

We sing Bing!

Bing Crosby

I really loved to hear this man sing.
His real name was Harry, but we knew him as “Bing”.
In his career, he ventured very far.
Not only was he a singer, he was a movie star.
All of his music was in great demand.
However, he was terrific with music of Ireland.
Each time I heard one of his melodies,
I would embark on one of many vicarious journeys.
I could just imagine myself walking the Emerald Isle.
It was the next best thing to reality all the while.
Yes, we all know the man is now gone.
However, his immortal voice is left to carry on.

12 Days Before Christmas

shining moment
bright angel
light shimmering
a halo on your hair
I am forever
blessed by this 
visitation

baubles dance
on our tipsy tree
we sway too
on a Bing Crosby tune
slightly out of step
but never minding
your heartbeat
is all I hear

time pauses
holding my hand
you wonder
what gift you can give
so filled, voice
stopped by tears
this is the gift
this is all, Love,
that I could want

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