Short Choir Poems
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choir of birds sang nicely
hymns in old cathedral church
bats heard and wept loudly
as in their nature
they can only mourn
Inviting voices
Of your mind's opposing choirs,
Which ranks will you join,
Of cowardice and despair
Or courage and fulfillment
TINY CHORUS
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choir of crickets
small chorus hidden in grass
summer’s fading song
A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!
They turn their faces upward.
Pivot in reverence from east to west.
Worship Ra the sun god.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In celebration, the choir
sings in unison,
sings in harmony;
we breathe together
with emotional intent...
vivid vibrations in space
surround all around.
There once was a man in the choir
Who sung out his greatest desire
For all of the sinners
Who thought they were winners
That one day they'd burn in the fire
Can you hear the voices
celebrating this life
calling the soul to wake,
caressing energy.
Candidly the group sings
champion music notes
carrying the message.
We Remember When Choir Sang
We remember when choir sang,
While church bells loudly wrang;
To God pray,
Without delay;
Our Bible to read from we brang.
Jim Horn
Trump A Boy In Choir
Trump has been boy in the choir,
Where he spent life in its entire;
And grieved,
When received,
Until his term finally does expire.
Jim Horn
Wondered Which Way Choir Sang
We wondered which way choir sang;
Was certain way about their twang;
Would improve;
In the grove;
Became better and down house brang.
Jim Horn
Hearing Choir Practice
As sounds increase and fall and vary;
Tune and melody choir then did carry;
Was the best,
Like the rest;
Mind up with their music likes to marry.
Jim Horn
Choir When They Chanted
God had said that we would be granted,
Some seeds for food which we planted;
Grew and grew,
Until through,
Stimulated by choir when they chanted.
Jim Horn
Come all ye faithful folk.
Choir practise is pending.
Carol service Sunday.
Christmas cake and mulled wine.
Cate's house or even mine.
Catching up with old friends.
Chatting over coffee.
Counted more than a dozen birds on a wire
Methinks it's a rehearsal for their heavenly choir
Birds of a feather
Flocking together
They're a-coming, to springtime they aspire
News to confirm,
and not to inform
A slap on the back,
new patrons reborn
To pander or slander,
a partisan line
No minds to be changed
—their chorus reminds
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The bird mouse choir was famous in these parts.
The singers in it sang with full open hearts.
They sat in a tree, teasing the neighborhood cats.
Who hoped one of them would fall onto their welcome mats.
Frogs, toads, crickets
lizards, cockroaches
rats, owls assembled
in the thick of the night,
with half Angry Moon
as the Choir Master
A thousand melodies,
and a thousand guitarists
but no music came out!
Autumn wind whistles gleeful, jaunty tunes
Rustling red leaves harmonize
Nature's choir practice rocks
March 26, 2022
For Kimo Poetry Contest
Nature
by Constance La France
P.S. Syllable Check
FIRST PLACE!
Pal a boola fire
Sing sing sing
Hallelujah choir
Ring ring ring
Mall a koola tire
swing swing swing
Shall a Roola Wire
Fling fling fling
Balla Boola Mire
Ling ling ling
Hallelujah choir
swing swing swing
A boys’ consort is lovely and sings a capella.
It can charm any lady, bedevil a fella.
But when childhood ends,
and the larynx descends,
those same lads will produce what I’d term "a CRAPella."
Often heard is the blue bird
Springs chrips
Robins and Sparrows
Perch
Nature choir singing ever louder heard
Sing, sing, sing all birds in all trees and barrows
11/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Hour By Hour In Choir
She has great voice singing in the choir;
Enjoy hearing her hour by hour by hour;
Glad is here;
Nice and near;
In her entire we hope will never expire.
She turned out being my Alto wife Jill.
Jim Horn
two cinquains, one reversed
accord
harmonious
a cappella choir
each soul sings alone, together
sweet sound
aligned
synchronized with the same pow’r Source
like a well-oiled machine
all parts on task
in sync
Really Great Choir
What we have is a really great choir,
And no one would ever call me a liar,
And us to deter;
Will not for sure;
Contract with God will never expire.
Schools always have great potential
poet material.
Jim Horn