Goodman Poems - Poems about Goodman

...Black History Month began as "***** History Week" Our holiday was adopted at a time when the country was bleak Created in 1926 by noted African American Historian, Carter G. Woodson Today, we cele......

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...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......

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...Miss Christy Sambristy had way too much hair! When you visited, hair was on every couch, and chair. It stretched all the way outside her blue and red door! If she tried cutting it, the hair just g......

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...Softness he was a man but yet he had a heart This muscle bounds upstart He wasn't frail he was a muscular bound man Did I say he had a soft heart a meandering spirit a soul full of lov......

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...I want to say I’m sorry - your present looks like that. It wasn’t kicked by UPS or pummeled with a bat The master wrappers I prefer, simply aren’t around A slow economy got them or the covid cut......

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...1. John Desmond Patrick Keegan 2. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 3. Sally Aline Mae Beller 4. Charles Edward A. Berry 5. Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce 6. Béla Ferenc Dezso Blaskó 7. Joh......

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...Aint Throwin my'self off no bridges God made the Ocean for the fish And at the risk of soundin' religious Suicide wont be gettin' his wish Sister Mercer, sister Bailey, Sing me through this ......

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...My chair, at times over the past twelve weeks my prison cell. Seven weeks more before my sentence is completed. But today, my chair is going to be my time machine. Not flashy and gau......

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...Blow your gills out with Miles Davis, mellow n kind of blue relax in black 'n white ways 'n days all; all the jazz kit Go on a blues Holiday Billie away with the Jones’s Nora get some Rays ......

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...my style the sky is blue so is time to mingle in a lonely atmosphere were love is the reason of life so my blue pen never seize to pure it reality from the deep heart of willingn......

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...There once were some Weavers Who taught many of us to sing. But it wasn't until much later in life That their music would be my thing. I never followed Pete Seeger As his words with me didn'......

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...I imagine a waltz With John Goodman Would be a little like Zorbing, only instead of rolling down a hill you'd be rolling around a dance floor. I'd make sure to wear some stainless steel shoes,......

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...My brave son of seven is leaving! to spar with military jaws. And I repeat, Lycurgis taught me these three laws: to keep the wolves away: if I say three words today, may they be concise and may t......

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...In Bulgaria, the Nestinari touched me when I was a child high above the arm to hold, something new and something old. She said, "Your feet were meant to walk the fire." A plain proposition I did not ......

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...I met someone once, who showed me why the flowers bloom; And why it is so easy for buds to break through the early spring snow. I was afraid, and said nothing. Yet I am there, whenever I want to be......

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