Long Singing voice Poems

A Long Limerick Planned for Poems

This is my 6,466th poem. Shooting for 6.666
for some strange reason and time and season
and only teasing.

It sure seems much easier to put
all of my poems into one poem.

Put God...

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Like the breathless air of twilight,
As the moon softly rises and tempts the stars
Into the quiet revelations, admissions
Grace, splendor, magnificence…
Painting the dreams with a quivering ink,
Spilled upon the emptiness beneath the still, white page,
Simplicity at...

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Poet Identity

In conversations,
In biographies,
In resumes…all poets are writers,
    but not all writers are poets.
On a careful look into the mirror, when not looking
    for wrinkles, but staring deep into...

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Pretty little lass Meena had an endearing wish, 
which did not seem very much attainable to her family! 

She had a captivating singing voice -
people called her "Myna of Srinagar", 
in the valley of Kashmir! 
But she coveted for...

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It was a glorious day in 1943,
The kind of day you wish to hug your children carefree.
The frozen Polish Winter winds were almost dying,
The golden promise of Summer made everything sing,

It was very sunny on...

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I faced alarming paradoxes
as I headed toward puberty.

First,
my King James Bible-belting parents,
extended family,
and all-hopelessly-WHITE farm community
taught me

God loves me
and all the children,
red and yellow,
and black almost as much as white.

That felt good
but then I learned...

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REFINING AND MAINLINING HYPERBOLE

Something reliable, desirable, easily obtainable and consistently good
So a junkie best know the right neighborhood
The right junkie to see who won’t stab you in the back
And who doesn’t have a deck of...

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My life ain’t that bad, there are worse things that happen out there! Oh I 
know…we know…He knows 100%...and I won’t get into the details – it’s too 
long of a story …it would be...

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I uttered an authoritative groan as he let
go of my hand
This was it
Never ever was I again going to stroke his
cheeks or fondle any other art in his
glittery body
I wanted to run away as memories
spanked...

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his guitar is raunchy and moody and his singing voice raspy
and if I close my eyes I am in a rundown jazz bar
down and out on luck and drinking alone
drowning my sorrows in the booze...

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my fathers dying
i am so scared
waiting on him not to be there
watching him sllowly faiding away, 
wish i could hold him till he drifts away, 

slowly he goes into a sleep, 
my mothers waiting to...

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Gazed at the sky, was about to rain;
blood flew down my vein,
sudden thought strikes my brain,
is it just a rain?
or something sky couldn't attain,
so showering its pain....


 
soon sky began to cry, shedding tear;
and sudden...

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One day, I will write many words that
Shall not be uttered by many men but
Those in the tribe of poetry and painters.
My dance shall be flowered with words
And my eyes will establish a boundary
That connect...

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Pretending,
in the depths of my lost mind
My dreams, formed inside my head
We'd be so happy, now and then
But troubles they come
as if troubles always do
We get to the point
where we say that we're through

I pretend...

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The lead role was in many a wishing female heart.
Numerous young actresses auditioned for the part
Mr. Fleming said, “We’re looking at girls day and night,
We have seen scores of them, and not one of them...

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In the valley of Kashmir, lived Meena, a pretty lass,
Undoubtedly she had a captivating singing voice! 
Myna of Srinagar, people around used to call her,
But she coveted the royal trophy of "Best Singer" 
She didn't...

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I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much 
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch 
The instructions say if I build it right 
It will make me...

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Written: June 23, 2023
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Coral reefs bloom beneath the tide.
A hidden paradise where secrets reside.
Lavender fields sway in the gentle breeze.
Whispering tales of tranquility and ease.

Lemon trees bear fruits of joy and zest.
A tangy burst of...

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This morning as a 71 year old man walking with Deborah on a beach in Florida…
I thought back to the big plans I had as a boy…
plans that would bring me wealth and fame and...

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In disaster and war movies
the protagonist (Queen) and her immediate circle
are protected from anonymous death. They may die (one by one or all at
      once)
but someone at least grieves.
Or the...

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They asked for several things
some sorta made me wish
I was part of the band. Others
had me glad to be only an
observer. Music defined is
a beauty of form, combination
of music and lyrics or, just
music: or just...

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So I'll say it again if you'll say it three times fast

	Nothing good can come of smoking

The ever-decreasing lung capacity
The scratching claws that rake out the slender tones of my singing voice
The endless piles of...

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Tillie Lydston

1843 – 1905

I was forty six
When I first saw the hills.
Those most magical eastern hills of my home.
I loved Whittier as my mother
And it saddens me I can’t be there again.
I left behind family...

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In Moments As Bright As A Crimson Rose

The fading hours, as Hope prevails
Moments bright as a crimson rose
Ships deliver Hope with full sails
Into needed lives that it chose
No matter those hard, rocky shores
Where broken souls,...

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(Verse 1)
First day of Summer it came and seemed
Like Summer would never end
The weight of all my hopes and dreams
Could be carried on the wind
The heat burned off the memories
Of cold and dreary weather
But somehow...

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