Caruso Poems - Poems about Caruso

...The King of Rock n Roll Met the King of kings The Queen of Soul Met the King of kings The Prince of Pop Met the King of kings Tuff Gong Met the King of kings Road Test Ronnie Met the King ......

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...have you ever grappled with despair not in imagery, symbolism or portrayal. I mean, have you ever felt the elevator drop the watery weakness that extenuates breath a depth of fatigue that makes......

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...IN NOVEMBER'S CHILL When red leaves from sleeping trees draped in snow rest easy on the rock hard icy ground I wait and plead, please hurry and appear to me So I can love you to warm you l......

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...Writers often wander far amidst their words – weeds as well can have beautiful blossoms...sneezes and watery eyes, can be a hazard with all fond images, those prized and common. Sometimes I won......

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...Double Feature Flashback! Three friends of childhood featuring a blond, brunette and red-head Sharing the script of summer days and rain soaked winter afternoon Unfolding documentary of roads oc......

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...MY CANARY I had a sweet yellow canary, who'd cheerful whistle all day long. A tuneful happy little bird, singing to me the sweetest song. I named him after the great singer Caruso; for the ta......

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... In the attic of my childhood home was a nook, And there was a lovely window where sun poured in; I just loved to hideout there all the afternoon, There was a sweet thrill f......

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...Led down from the tower Head high and hands bound Blindfold declined against the wall Black square pinned to his heart His eyes afire and shining And he sang... He sang of Caruso, Townes Van ......

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...Caruso blaring on the radio Heavenly smells throughout the house Old men smoking cigars outside Babies crying for their mothers Aunt Rose playing the piano out of key ......

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...so, how important is it, media fear mongers of the world, that Julian Assange has “silver hair”--- you seem to include it in every description of what is happening to him, what he has done in his li......

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...Goodbye, Luciano, easing through death's door, no more thy voice shall soar. Farewell, Luciano, no longer croon ‘O Sole Mio’ to take thee back to Sorrento. Adios, Luciano, unto a peaceful ......

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