Reddy Poems - Poems about Reddy

...At my funeral they will be playing Helen Reddy “I am woman, hear me roar!” Cher’s “Gypsy’s, Tramps and Thieves” And Adam Lambert. I love all his stuff! I will be sitting behind my grandchildren, s......Read the rest...

...The concert of my dreams would include Cher and Tina Turner. Throw in Andy Williams, Perry Como and the Glen Miller Orchestra Adam Lambert, Jessie Blaze Snider and Lady Gaga will be doing solos. W......Read the rest...

...Fake sugar fake taste Fake flavor fake aroma Fake People fake hospitality Fake love fake encounter Fake knowledge fake brady Bye Keerthi bye Reddy.......Read the rest...

...Helen Reddy, Cher, Bette Midler, Tina and Reba have all inspired me Showing me women can be more than I thought women could be. I am inspired by Adam Lambert and his predecessor Freddy Mercury. Th......Read the rest...

...I am woman hear me roar Helen Reddy 1970's I cannot hear it often enough The NOW movement She has unwittingly penned the feminist anthem I think it is in the bag To this day I cannot believe ......Read the rest...

...Caren was a poet, an artist, a painter, a player. She played mostly with children For they delighted her All the days of her life Her own children grew up, so she taught school So she could p......Read the rest...

... We're nearing the end of another year But this one feels different than before As we mourn our heroines and hero's Hearts of family and friends are sore There's Eddy, Pete and Peter G......Read the rest...

...I am a woman (not Helen Reddy) I am from London I am uneducated I am an individual I am unique I am passionate I am trustworthy I am forthright I am concerned for others I am often away with......Read the rest...

...Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale — model citizens led the way to their stage, all the rage for seconds in time. cool of Dawn Dolls — icons of the seventies, for teeny-tiny bills a girl c......Read the rest...

...keep the music sorrowfully low, so big daddy doesn’t hear. the shadowy figures, surrender and whisper in your ear. the psychedelic colors flow like the sea foam beat. Angie, your c......Read the rest...

...I awoke a clock and watched it countdown towards known silence, I arose and given the floor the reason for its presence, Day spent amidst the greenery moored to tawny sturdiness, Morning sun entic......Read the rest...

...It began with green eyes Hair that blew redness That lingered from somebody else, A smile that gave rise to a sun Cheeks that gave the moon its glow, That lingered on somebody else, ......Read the rest...

...To the end, the Home will uproot itself in nomadic urge - The Flesh will ache to lift as paper from its delicate strands with their reddy pulse, to float off as the slip of a dove and bask with ......Read the rest...

... On a night in November with a full moon sky There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly Scriptures of old are chanted by the past As they rise through the earth as the red ......Read the rest...

...Eyes furtive carry the reflected sheen of aluminium paint that is smooth a chrome flood On the tin roof of the woodshed seen, with moonlight awash, awaking the dreaming scene. The light has the tin......Read the rest...