Short Crooned Poems
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Mr. Dino P. Crocetti
Crooned and he drank
Can't vouch for his breath
~ But his songs never stank
Please note that Dino P. Crocetti
was Dean Martin's real name
The man in the moon crooned such a tune
That the cow jumped over and mooned
But a methane gas
The bovine did pass
The man struck a match and kaboom!
And far into the night I crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
I stopped playing and went to bed
While the tunes through his head.....!
Frances Albert Sinatra
Was said to have ties to the mafia
Backstage bullets flew as old blue eyes crooned
Gangsters fell as their gun molls swooned
Entry for Catie Lindsay's Clerihew Contest
I danced with you beneath the blue moon
swiveling around you like a garland festoon
blue unicorns pranced, a flower bloomed
wiggling round words that you crooned
July 25, 2021
Pale shadows, weaker still
Cool compose - Autumn’s will
Fragile notes, cling to trees
Breeze emotes melodies
Softly crooned, as they fall
Leaf song swooned, silent sprawl
12 Aug 2021
Photo 2
In Essence 2 Poetry Contest
Like a wanderer wave I am!
So be charmed and crooned
O my death when the death comes,
Or be bright as the sun,
Delighted by sing of larks
O come delicious death
I am a wanderer wave
Wants to delve deep into the sea
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
In the days before Elvis
Swiveled his pelvis
Young Frankie was rockin'
The girls with bobby socks on
He crooned those love ballads
And jazz arias light as tossed salad
His parting shot, a stirring 'My Way'
On 'Summer Winds' so fickle and gay
The Mocking Bird crooned
His melody of love all night
Whip-Poor-Will answered
"After Tonight" in loving delight
Finally she_ Mocking Bird
Answered, shhh! be quiet
I already "Heard It Through The Grapevine"
Cheating is your game
Around four a.m. I got a short nap
Third degree burns? I just get hot;
Finally, deep enough to wound;
Painful skin grafts can't get a shot,
to my frequency you were tuned;
Beneath the surface desire crooned,
I'll be your willing apprentice;
Eyes flashing 'Danger' I just swooned,
thriving in a consuming kiss.
At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon
was heard singing along attune
At the neighborhood saloon
swooning to a swinging bassoon
harmonizing along with the platoon
from Camp Lejeune
all day and all night they crooned
first under the sun and then the moon.
Crooner Bruner loved his schooner 'Billie'
He took a short holiday in Chile
He went to Torres del Paine
Crooned across the terrain
And Came back home with a robust chilli
Leaving home for work one day
serenaded by a tuneful jay
Walking down a garden lane
once more came his sweet refrain
Glancing over my right shoulder
my friend was following, ever bolder
His song emblazoned on my mind
the blue jay crooned with voice so kind
That as I opened my workday door
I regretted that he sang no more
It’s dark here—
Pillars of rain hold tears in place
as the thunder bellows
lupine laments
succor for saccharine hiboux
murmurs of misunderstanding
malice on the mind of mayhem,
unaware of the daffodil’s proclivity
for imminent destruction,
the madness of sacral lilies,
petrichor hymns
crooned to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
Under the light of a bright sunshine,
Sailing soft in the gallant wind,
Peaceful joys in acrobatic style.
Speckles of pearl, blend of rainbow,
Stylish lovers after perfume of them flowers,
Lullaby love songs, crooned in the jiggly wind.
Bright colours in their mantles,
As they hover in search for more,
And pretty flowers, they wave as they skim away.
In the night
what a dulcet delight
where we lay after the love we made!
Whooshing wind fluttered whispering leaves in the glade.
Nature’s creatures of night crooned a sweet serenade.
Where a stream murmured past us, we found
a melodious sound
all around!
Written 8/24/12 by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud’s
NIGHT MELODY - - - TROIS - par - HUIT poetry contest
While her garden plants she pruned
Often unrestrainedly crooned:
Come her much loved month of June,
Mostly, when it far noon...
You hear her when rules The Moon
Or if Summer should be soon
Peaceful voice that feeds like spoon;
She had long mastered Gay Tune,
As Deserts had Sand Dunes
And a War Theatre Bombs ruins
The voice that feeds A Boon
Ears that it despise A Loon.
That same soulful song
you crooned just before
closing time last night,
it lingered long in my head,
soothed my worried mind
and tucked into sleep's
warm feather bed
... my wounded heart.
You know how to make
that old tune sound
refreshingly new.
Songstress, your spell
made me believe happily
that, in this uncaring crowd
you cared and sang
... for only me.
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Who knew old bossy
crooned on the streets of Anatevka?
She fiddled around as a marine;
and a matchmaker on Broadway.
This Golden Girl, Auntie Mame,
Bea Arthur, served her country
then lent her husky voice to debunk
Archie, putting him in his place.
This Archibald served in the Big One
fictitiously, but wow, the one
who’d jump into Maude’s skin
was a World War II Marine.
1/17/2023
That same sweet song
you crooned just before
closing time last night,
it lingered long in my head,
soothed my worried mind,
and tucked into sleep's
warm feather bed
..my wounded heart.
You've got a way of making
that old tune sound
so refreshingly new,
and a loving songstress' spell
making me believe happily
that, amid this uncaring crowd,
you care and sing
..for only me.
Open Wound
An open wound
Bleeding to no end
A person crooned
Because their will will now bend
Crowned in a crown of thorns
Donned until end of days
Congratulated by a creature with horns
Demon who now stays
Evermore by your side
For you are not perfect
Everywhere you go, they will bide
Forevermore they will stay, even if you defect
Going through life turns a person bad
Going through life turns a person sad
Written on January 22, 2020
When shadows are undefined,
Few candles flicker and lights become dim.
For a moment I stay back,
step into one of the mysteries.
Somewhere I have left it,
An innocent smile, some fragile tears
and a crewel case.
Cold winds, a sunset,
an abysmal truth,
some songs that I crooned in loneliness.
Walking along the aisle,
quiet echoes touched me.
Through the crevice blasted in,
rays of a young sun.
My acme is yet to come,
the door has just opened,
to an uncertain eternity.