Long Sopranos Poems

I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the...

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Peter, Charles and I were jetting our way to Paris. I’d just woken up. I had to pee so badly it woke me up. It was a medical emergency. I stretched and everything hurt, I...

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I was an experienced astrologer, for wandering stars held much fascination,
Luring in opal darkness of mystery, like beautiful butterfly transformations.

My days were spent charting pretty planets, alongside of faint, pearly stars,
Interpreting their effects on humans,...

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I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist,
I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet
nothin' yet, and metballs sound great
but I don't wanna wait on line...
like deeze nice kids from North Carolina!
I tried to...

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I was driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst
in my scash-a-bang Chevy Chavalier...and I was having a wallear for a hero, 
but I didn't wanna wait on line like those noisy kids from Mexico;
I tried to...

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I have searched hard and long to find a Christmas song, I have searched in the depth of the sea to find a rhythm that was compatible with thee.

 I know your taste and the...

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A train door closes packed with passengers.

Destinations being most different than others.

Typical light touches, embarrassing rubbing,
Lastly, the ever so bothersome nudging.

Unfinished conversations, from platform
Carries on within the overcrowded train.

Yapping and gabbing, defined as gossiping,
Amidst disgruntled...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

Robins, wrens, sparrows,
quivering, yet silent, still
on limbs...

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Sing to This Coming Sing

Before now I was the sort to by-pass listening to any sort  or cousin or trail of operatic solos especially sopranos but this year has brought  a sudden discovery...

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And in The Sound Of The Kingdom Comes BOOM  BOOM  BOOM
by James Edward Lee Sr'

(Sopranos only sing)

I hear the roar of the lion,
Roar, Roar
I'm tryin to live God's word, not lying
what am I...

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It's "The Children's Hour," as Franklin Delano
dubbed it, proffering that famous profile, chin high,
cigarette holder clinched in good dental symmetry,
all the while flashing that celebrated smile.  He'd "Walk 
a Mile for a Camel," (or...

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Termites  
                           chatter
     ...

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Thick gravy mud incessantly pulling at my boots,
Sucking and squelching it’s distaste at its failure with each step I evade its clutches,
Brown hail flying in all directions ripping into flesh and taking eyes,
Ears reverberating with...

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It can kill, or it can chill, at best can thrill,
the darkness of the night your choosing.
Pitch black, clouded over deserts nights,
nigh freezing, the darkness of the sands.
Arctic, Antartica, nigh six months of darkness,
illuminated north...

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TAKE SOME IME AND READ BETWEEN THE LINES
NUTURE THOSE WORDS WHICH NEED NUTURING
CAUSE ATTENTION TO THE PARTS THAT NEED TO
HAVE ATTENTION, ONE VERSE LEAD TO ANOTHER
AND BUILDS-UP TO CLIMAX AND RESTART THE CHORUS
IN THE VERSE...

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what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to...

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Surrounded by silence and draped with a linen sheet,
to keep dust from your natural sheen,
and protect you from direct sunlight;
not from the loneliness and gloominess of your night...


How thrilling and gratifying was to hear
the gleeful...

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When cover of a book teases us to pry
Courted we're by sound of their voices:
Writers, creators, poets, and scholars--
Inviting us to virtues of wisdom inside.

If we can hear the sound of galleries
And the renaissance of...

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At Choir Practice Observing

Should have heard great church choir,
Who we love each and in their entire;
Music in heaven had been truly made;
Was perfectly sang as well as played.

Basses were backup when they sang;
When sopranos did...

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Altos and sopranos
Blend - songs
Are heard in the distance . .. . . . .. . .
bass and tenors sings songs of joy
Noises...(pleasant noises to be precise)
Musical noises increase in volume
Some people talk and sing...

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South Park and
Dragon tales.
   Twin peaks and
Seinfeld.

   Family guy and
The Daily Show.
   Ace of Base and
Cheryl Crow.

   Friends and
Will and Grace.
   Babylon 5
 and spaced.
	
The...

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Adam, my Adam prithee 
answer my plea
Will you join me in savoring 
the 
fruits of yon tree
Eve always cool as home made 
gabagool
Why mess with the bosses' 
one sacred rule

Adam don't accuse me of 
protesting too...

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It looks like home,
that pint size village
in the heart of Jersey, 
teased hair and the Sopranos are so thick with memories,
that even the Robins are fatter.

It feels like home,
riding my bike on flat streets, 
easy...

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Do you hear the music?
Floating on the breeze
And the sweet song’s lyrics
Brings words of peace

The music sings of peace on earth
And the chiming of sweet bells
There is a flute playing
With sounds of harps as well

I...

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Meanest Bouncer of visiting oxygen
Like a scarf of coarsest jean,
Ever keeping it and the nostrils at arm’s length,
Displaying its suffocating strength.

Oxygen keeps loitering at the fringes of the nasal chambers,
For as long as Septembers are...

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