Long Capella Poems

FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need dozens of sword to shout. He only understands the cap...

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Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds me from embracing  thee, thyself  in turn.

Thine all...

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(Intro)

(Verse 1)

Used to be
We had a one-of-a-kind love
A passion flame that burned so hot
Night-after-night
Without puttin' up a fight
You'd give it to me on the spot
Now you're tellin' me
You need a change of pace
And I can't...

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I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago

(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering...

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Retrieved Passage 6:
From The Book of Days - The Cellar


Don't send me down to the cellar
I swear I won't do it again
lest my sanity goes inter-stellar
and I beat myself senseless in vain

Don't send me down...

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amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling, 
   heard all the way in Oslo

   supposedly twerking,...

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great...

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The Hawaiian church, our Hawaiian church that made our village alive,
   There's Uncle Bill, still saying his spiel, and he's just a little fella,
   He's our bell ringer and choir singer...

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THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET

The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
A Capella joviality, with torquing wrists, snapping fingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.

Dapper in their pinstripe suits, hats — Delmonico brand.
Sweet Adeline, drawn out. ...

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Headline news
Sensational story;
All about you.

~~~~~~~~~


Truth speaks plain
If only we...
Learn to listen

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Words follow words
Into a swirl;
Too much, too late

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Old neighbour
Bold man of seventy;
Knee replacement

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Playground ventures
Kids stumble at play;
Trial-and-error starts

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Parents and maids
Hovering around;
Chit-chat and follow

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Tai-Chi master
Superb fitness...

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A Forest A Capella
By: Tom Wright
11/15/98  

Along the forest floor I creep,
not Wishing to disturb inhabitants living there.
Treading on pine needles ankle deep,
as if nature had placed a carpet,
so I wouldn't disturb It's sleep.

The...

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It is therapy for me
to make the pen dance melodies
across an otherwise bleek
piece of paper.
To create words that don't exist
because I WANT TO is simply bliss or
to write about that crush that I want to...

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Along the forest floor I creep,
not wishing to disturb inhabitants living there.
Treading on pine needles ankle deep,
as if nature had placed a carpet,
so I wouldn't disturb its sleep.

The forest, having long been asleep,
appearing drowsy, begins...

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Mc Kit, im a cat i compose my songs
a dog's gonna to bark, a dog is a dog
i go to an extent come see how long
dog sits on a chain, cats are free to walk
no...

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After four weeks working with a group of goddesses, 
two of them Greek, I’m reviewing my religious options, 
and considering a return to the old Greek religion:-

Give me that old Greek religion
Give me that old...

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When I was young

We wouldn’t even build the July campfire light
Beside Torch Lake until ten at night
Taking a cue from Led Zeppelin and the sun
That, like us, refused to let go of the solstice sky

We’d...

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guitar strings broken
                    drum pierced and deflated
         ...

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BON VOYAGE ---

" let him sink ,
  let him rest 
  he has worked hard 
  to make it to west"

" its turn now for moon to rise 
  to make...

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Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra
While she should be calculating and figuring a formula
Her mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola
Serenaded by a musician and his viola

She follows the enticing aroma of hot lasagna
Zigs...

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Lonesome Hill
Written In Memory of Arlis Walter Hardin, For Martha Ann Hardin
Song: Bluegrass A Capella to heartbeat rhythm helped by Seth Logan Quartermouse
Melody and Lyrics By: Melissa Ann Hardin (Quartermouse) April 2007
Multiple Witness Copyright

Come walk...

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On the Straight

A stealthy mover on this silent passage
Parting the calm with rippled arrow
And purring rhythmic chug as friend
A distant bird sings a capella

Its painted wooden structure fore to aft
Sails the straight with house on...

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About My Hillary Hair

If I were to sing a Capella
Would be about Nelson Mandela,
Or if great poet I now know
Her name would be Maya Angelo.

Around wide world Hillary has gone
While she is waving her magic...

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THE A CAPELLA PIRATE by Jeanette Jones 
based on Portrait No 6, Theater by Mary Cassate 1879 



THE A CAPELLA PIRATE

Be it Pirates of Penzance or H.M.S Pinafore, 
it never really matters. 

His bombastic swaying...

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Boredom from all that 
The boredom grew out between my hands
My fish are thirsty and I haven't enough water 
To guide them to the ocean
Ah, how much I hate: 
The half-solutions, 
The sadness of seas
And...

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