Sang Poems

Rhyme but no Reason for Treason Silly Season

Damn it the planet’s on fire

Concerning..right down to the wire

Burning on its funeral pyre spire


I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?

A heavenly choir…so we can aspire

That learning will finally inspire

An endless yearning desire

Of spurning this friendless quagmire


Discerning things are rather dire

Churning of the palaver and ire

Mother nature does surely tire

Should be the crier & trier

Of another

Sickle Sang - When my Life Changed

Written: August 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Quote: "Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead, let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to

Mary Alin Travers

Mary Alin Travers
grew up to do what mattered
she sang with Peter and Paul
and with her voice did us enthrall

Everyone sang of your beauty, in words and poems, through rooms full of murmurs

Everyone sang of your beauty, in words and poems, through rooms full of murmurs,
but you only heard my silence, where words needed no sound.
Everyone longed to see you, like darkness chasing the moon across the sky,
but you gave me the first light, a vision like a forgotten dream reborn.
Since you began to smile gently, with

Danny and the ------- Sang It

   What’s on tap
      Who’s on top

   I’ll give you a tip
      They sang ‘At the Hop’



   Put another dime in the jukebox
      ~ Rock'n'Roll will never die

Sang by Linda

Her voice, a river, smooth and clear,
A melody that faded every fear.
In music, we found a bond so deep,
That bloomed in time, as love did seep.

In shadows we danced, where nobody could see.
A step behind, yet you noticed me.
The years between us, a quiet doubt,
Would they understand, what love’s about?

The silent moments, where hearts ignite,
The

pre-crastinate

There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.

While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,  
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner.

Playing For Dimes

Came across this old vet
From yesterdays gone.
His voice full of tears.

He sang for his flag,
And played for the boys
He once knew.

THE SONG SANG BY MY HEART FOR YOU

Your intelligence is of higher value than trillions of dollars,
Your wisdom can give wiseness to even the worst of dullards,
Your greatness will surely walk into many generations like a good ballard,
Anyone bad-mouthing your success is nothing but a shameless bastard.

The goodness you give is enough to put many hearts in perpetual cheers,
Your good deeds light

The bird that sang it

Oh, winged creatures of the sky so high,
In your realm, you soar, you fly.
With grace and beauty, you paint the air,
In every flutter, a tale to share.

From the robin's song at break of dawn,
To the eagle's cry above the lawn.
Each feathered friend, a symbol of grace,
In every flight, a sacred space.

Confident in your majestic flight,
Through

Sang Choir

Blue notes float like cloud
Singing Christmas tree I shout
Holy melody

When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano

When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the waves of myopia.
After seasons died in your arms, resigned to your cold might,
You questioned if perhaps all flowers tear their petals in vain for you.
You were left emptied of greenness,

The Drunkard

The Drunkard staggered into a bar
And slurred that he just wrecked his car

                   He added, "Wha th' hell,
                   Isle...

With God Sang a Psalm

with God will sing psalm
He can be found at the helm
we would  remain calm

while weather was warm
we did remain in our dorm
would have a big storm

being a recluse
we would refuse to abuse
then had reached a truce

God is connection
with no sin or infection
went in right direction

Grover Grues Who Sang the Blues

he was grumpy, gritty, and grotesque, Grover Grues.
but his balance was beautiful, and he sang the blues
no one in the swamp could fill in Grover’s shoes.
his blues were spectacular, this was no news.

the other frogs would congregate here at night.
second it looked like it might become twilight.
they loved Grover’s guitar, and his voice, so mellow

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