Reprise Poems - Poems about Reprise

I wait for hazy clouds to soften noon— The world dims as shadows drag out hues. Burnt cement stops sizzling, sparrows quiet their off-beat chatter, my sore eyes shut in relief— a final note, the muted outro— Until the clouds scatter. The familiar heat shatters breezes into embers filtered through a stinging azure. So I sit back and wait. In...

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Like heaters with thousands of watts Hot passion burns hearts into knots Instead of this norm To find love that’s warm Form relations with chocolàtes A honeyed and candied sweet taste Entwined under lingerie laced As valentine treat Is the finest eat Lucky tongues have ever embraced ...

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I have grown tired of the worship of You- can you lose faith in a god that you created? I used to pray and beg and grovel for just a sliver of Your grace, but my knees are bloodied and bruised, and my words now fail me. I have grown weary of the existence of You- I don’t look for...

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To love an artist is to go without saying his body of work is Golden Glenn Hughes, the Voice of Rock has blessed us with 50 years of musical masterpieces When you are down and lonely you can count on his vibe and his funk to cheer you up Glenn has saved my soul on more than one occasion with his bluesy songs...

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trifle made with custard garden gloves and mustard dinner listen answer me do you want a pie and cup of tea bake the shed ‘til ten past three then eat it with a stormy sea dinner can you hear me don't cry go home early trifle made with custard garden gloves and mustard ...

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Sunrise breaks a silent night Bursting forth in sweet reprise No more fears or demons dark Only hopes and dreams to please With each shadow cast away With each measure of the morn...

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Purim, holiday of hints and masks Tears turn to joy and back Jewish souls on the racks Trapped between life and death We held our collective breath ‘Til, spared from the evil decree -- Under the tyrant, King Xerxes ...

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He's straw for a brain unkempt terrain depends on witch thoughts cross his membrane...

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Ze French, they are haughty Kremlinites, vulgar, crude Le artiste charcoal sketches in the unvarnished nude Brits keep a stiff upper lip Pointy-shoed Italians think they are hip Ukrainians fight like the dickens their stockpiles reduced to slim...

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I hear her calling to me softly Her gentle voice is like a spring breeze Wafting on the scent of fresh lilac, A lifetime of memories in a reprise Her gentle voice is like a spring breeze Whispering my name from heaven’s portal A lifetime of memories in a reprise Assuring me that life goes on, immortal Wafting on the scent of...

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Now Autumn ————————- I can see beyond the open ivory curtains, the trees being blessed, dressed in the laced edges of this day’s dawn: a beauty-gift, a heaven-graced lift, a scene with a slight magic mist as if stars were still flaring in sight as in the mid-night, with their tails adorning veils over the trees from their silently descending trails, to cover...

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Against the depthless blue Backdrop of the sky A tracery of bare brown branches Feathers out above, Dipped golden by last rays Of the declining sun. But wait! The show’s not over yet, For as the sun Makes its final bow, A grand finale takes the stage. Splashes and streaks Of rose and pink, Purple, and orange Dance across the horizon, Higher and wider, Until the lagoon...

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I once believed love was the be all end all of life The achievement of which would fix my broken soul Not realising that love shows many forms That soulmates come in differing ways The first time I truly thought I was in love I was 13 He was older, so seemingly wiser The red flags of his...

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From the moment I was born I was considered a miracle One month premature with so many things wrong Many considered me a fighter, and I suppose I was What they didn't realise is that the fight would continue At the age of eleven I left for secondary school Leaving behind the world of play for the world of...

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Mid-morning waking Merrymaking Mixed drink shaking The holidays baking... Cheerful leave-takings 'Stay-in-touches' making Happy bones aching Joyous yearly undertaking...

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