Long Cornet Poems

Reducing sauces is a clever act that is not predetermined

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds of musick, shall fall
down and worship the golden image:
And whoso...

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Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
 
The wind blowing cold
with a chill that pervades
as the caisson's old wheels
creaked through the glades
 
where leafless Live Oaks
their limbs upward...

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Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used.
And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused.
Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immediately collect....
So...

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Gilly darling dont do that
You don't know where it's been
And put our hat on there's a love
I'm fetching some ice-cream
Do you want a cornet child?
Or will you take a lolly?
Oh Gilly darling don't do that
I'll...

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over the bridge
  to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
    sausage meat

along by
            the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
  out of...

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In the darkest nights beyond the clouds of thunder,
I know the moon is shining still,
Somewhere far, yet still. It dwells and glitters yonder,
Darkest nights our sun can't kill.

I'm an angel of death who glistens moonlight...

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O'er the years my spouse and I have enjoyed Broadway Revues,
And the stars of song and dance on an occasional ocean cruise.
But none will compare to the shows we love the best of all,
Those priceless...

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Admitted this day of this date 
Chains on my twos
Twisting pain for their gain 
Again it has to rain
The reason for my confinement
They call it refinement 
Am fresh in the room 
The colleagues clap
Welcome by...

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??Daniel? ?3:3?-?6? ?KJVAAE??
[3] Then the princes, the governors, and captains, the judges, the treasurers, the counselors, the sheriffs, and all the rulers of the provinces, were gathered together unto the dedication of the image that...

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A fairly simplistic approach is demonstrated by an individual acute angle and stresses are found in many evenly distributed lines. When the boom of the spray threatens a doctrine then blankets could fall meaning then...

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Muses are seen as a source of inspiration for writers of poetry. They guide the poet and form his or her words. Often seen as  mediators between the spiritual and sensual aspects of poetry.
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Place...

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Silver tongue money sign blow
bellow ballast 
moral bankruptcy notes
Reprobate shekel vocal chords
toot the $eductive $ound of the crafty coin jingle — 
Filthy lucre windpipes
utter-ly craving more and more

Tainted dross lips blare grifter bluesy groans, 
lover...

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The attic holds such fascination
I climb the ladder in trepidation.

The attic is a time machine
Most things hidden and unseen.

I lift the hatch and take a peek
The old rocking chair begins to creak.

Dust coats the old...

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My stomach is rumbling it needs feeding
I must have my lunch my stomach is pleading
What have I got in my lunchbox hey?
A sandwich, a banana and crisps today

A wonderful feast awaits me this lunch
When I...

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I WAS APPRECIATIVE OF MY CORNET. 
(Northern dialect) 

I went to the ice cream man on the corner for me, me friend and me Nan. 

I got two cornets and a wafer with nougat in,...

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We called ourselves the Heptcats
known on the ice as rink rats
Thomas, Don, Stephen, and me
and the Gardner bothers three,
Clark, Andrew, and Little Joe
to the arena, we’d all go
and shinny till supper’s call.

By high school, shinny...

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Leon Bismark "Bix" Beiderbecke
(March 10, 1903 – August 6, 1931)

It was said of Bix 
That his Cornet spat out notes
Like shooting bullets at a bell
And his solos sounded as sweet
As a girl saying yes.
Bix Beiderbecke...

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When Joey was five or six
Good feelings, she tried to mix
And living colors, a few
Dissolved in the morning dew;


Happy landscape of the world
 Of starry heavens unfurled
And birds to fly like angels
All ought to live...

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Oh buzz off you crazy crazy hornet
Trying to land here upon my buttock,
Here I am eating my crispy cornet
Lazing naked in my garden hammock.

Tried to coax it with my berry ice cream
But alas it seems...

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