Long Gershwin Poems

I Love You, Daddy
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Golly! I do...

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Dear Budding Poet:
Modern poetry is a sandbox for all who would build, smash, trash, shake up, and take up the art. Poetry is not writ, nor wrote, or written, but is hummed through the nose,...

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When we pleasantly stroll down
the streets or boulevards
of any historical city or town,
we  stops pensively and reflect deeply
by the magnificent monuments erected for the great;
and reading the engraved words,
we are astonished by the accomplishments
of...

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I Woke Up

I woke up this morning to nothing, 
Emptiness crowded my lonely room, 
The sound of silence was deafening, 
I was blinded by the rays of gloom, 
(Just a dress rehearsal for the tomb)...

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Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa

His striped tie has a green tint color 
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. 
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons. 
I can see...

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ELEGY FOR LADY DAY

'For all we know, this may be only be a dream
We come and go like the ripples on a stream'
Thus it was you sang with body wracked and failing
Yet with that unmistakable...

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Last night, I dreamt of you
Like a rhapsody in blue
Not even Gershwin could compose
The way your presence lingered
Over me
Long after I awoke
My dream was brief and faded, quite
Like an oldies movie would be
But you and...

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I Lovingly Remember Summer






I remember the golden as tea, warmth from the
tangerine sun, on my young, tanned back.

I remember swimming in the cool lake and the 
delightful waves, drenching my young skin.

I remember my going...

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If It Bleeds After Scratching It

If it bleeds after scratching it, then you went too far.
I see a parade of dead people walking by me in this old dream.
They are eating bananas and I recognize...

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As a great lover of classical music
over many years the violin became ace
one particular lovely lady enchanted me
Anne-Sophie Mutter classically first place

This lady appeared in the Yellow Lounge
a night club in Berlin, she did astound
the...

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She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his surface in ripples of light.

Enthralled by her shimmering beauty,
he waves...

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The train to Boston goes clonkity dong, clonkity ding,
and ever the handy hack Gershwin takes up
the rhythm and makes it sing.
Rhapsodic rhapsodies in jazz mode
stomp among the carriage silverware and glasses,
makes them tink, jitter and...

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When you’re longing for someone to watch over you
think about building a stairway to paradise
even if it means you must dance alone with you.

It may feel hard for your heart to sing, soul to rise
It...

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Wrote you a song today

to say I love you with music -- 

a lot of hits were written that way
about a special person in a composer's
life -- 

Wrote you a song today
hoping you will sing...

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You know,
you're the toast
you're the toast of the town.

As like an old fashioned movie star
as anyone could be you are.
Bloomed straight out of this ground
you are the toast of the town.

Surrounded by children of farmers...

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