Short Opera Poems
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Drive by barking dogs
Raven joins night aria
Canine opera
For contest "Calling all pet poems"
The tenor Sir Randy Longdong
Knew something was dreadfully wrong
When over his belt
A serpent would pelt
The heroine singing her song
I sat and watched with discernment
As feelings became so fervent
I tried and I tried
To stop, but yet I cried
Smiles were then intermittent
The trio from the Opera Land
has sung with Barbara Streisand,
they'll enchant you with their voices
they throw kisses like roses....
applaud them..they are grand.
My alto voice sang while soaping up
sudden plumbing problems did disrupt
water turned ice cold
voice soprano bold
soap opera cold shower luck.
9-17-17
After a bubble bath last night
I left the water running
‘O, Soapy Mio!’
Heaven help me
pay for the plumbing
A Chinese opera singer named Chow Ling
Had a voice that would set dogs to howling.
Her high C, it was said,
Could awaken the dead,
And turn Buddha from laughing to scowling.
A Good Soap Opera
We love a good opera
Which we knew would be a soap;
Never gave up hope.
Jim Horn
PS.
So give me skinny
And all the information;
Decision can make.
Jim Horn
The phantom of the opera,
once bitter and marose,
living in torture chambers,
almost comatose,
has got a new publicist.
Don't write his epitaph.
Now, he's bright and cheerful,
signing autographs.
The trio* from the Opera Land*
has sung with Barbara Streisand,
they'll enchant you with their voices
as they throw kisses like roses;
applaud them...they are grand!
*The Trio: The Three Tenors
* The Opera Land: Italy
La Boheme Series Haiku — Mimi Dies
songs call love ~
bread with wine beg warmth ~
too late come some chances granted
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(c)sally young eslinger 6/2022
Thanks be to God
With hugs, dear Puccini
Limerick : Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Once a young Opera Fan of Wagner’s
Sat out the Ring Cycle in blinkers
House chockful at the start
Such silence: heard no fart
Came out gray-haired and wailing bonkers.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.
She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where many angels must now plug their ears
The Opera
Last night the opera came to me in bed
Enlisted my attention
I keep my distance
This is twisted
This is a mystery
Of all the things in life that should be missed
The opera is first on the list
To be avoided
Flushed down the toilet
So I did
E-ssential
S-tatement's
P-oetic
E-xpression
R-ightfully
A-pplies
N-atal
Z-est
A-dvancing
H-appiness
I-n
P-ractical
O-pus
L-ike
I-n
T-onight's
O-pera
Topic: Birthday of Esperanza Hipolito (January 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
He sat upon a bench for pay
To judge between right and wrong
Case by case they’d make their way
They’d sing their mournful songs
And in their pain and with their tune
He’s sometimes join the song
Until he heart the chord had changed
And knew he’d been strung along
7 lines /7syllables
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she was touched by a phantom
becoming a phantom too
both boarded coral carriage
wheels grate cobble streets in mist
opera seats were waiting
then to swirl on dancing floor
she relished escaping hours
I fly
Blood flows like a river below
I dance
Scattered bones
I dance
Crows feast on dead souls
I dance
The moon becomes full
The night becomes a stage
The curtain drops
I sing
Capella from the chapel of the stars
Andante so they all die a slow painful death
Inert bodies pile under the stage
I fly away
I wonder why they call them "Soup-Operas"?
they never promote any soup...
and if the soup was to be in the story line...
well their writer, well he must say "oopp!"
it's one of many serious wonders,
that plays upon my mind,
I guess you can truely say than,
I've finally really become the mentally deficient kind!
Sand Hill cranes winging,
Honking not singing,
My ears are ringing.
Hundreds overhead,
V form towards sunset red,
Heading home, well fed.
Strong wings beating air,
Joy. Solidarity there.
Nature, fine and fair.
The sight fills my chest,
Nature fulfilling her quest,
I, an honored guest.
for Carol Brown's "What's the Buzz"contest.
My world lies beneath my mask
I see not beyond the stage
My cue beckons me to task
Limelights set me ablaze
I see not beyond the stage
Clapping thunder's all I hear
Limelights set me ablaze
I long for the Diva's gaze
Clapping thunder's all I hear
My cue beckons me to task
I long for the Diva's gaze
My world lies beneath my mask
Fantastical notes of gloom filled the orchestra pit
Who was playing? No one was here. Except Paul.
He felt spooked after searching for the source.
A gremlin band, a ghost trio, a zombie orchestra?
The music was deliberate, harsh, off beat, nonharmonic
The hair on the back of Paul’s neck rose almost an inch
He felt threatened, for he knew he was alone here.
Or was he?
I fell in love with her sorrows.
We shared a mail-box for wordless hungers.
Passion maimed us,
even I shed tears, sensing
a Puccini last act approaching.
She read herself in my face.
I gave her news;
long-range forecasts
of more disappointments to come.
Lastly she phoned her mom;
she alone on that stage
she had erected for all such
one act
theatrical performances.
I used to wonder why you almost seemed perfect
But I've gained some insight to put it all in perspective
I was simply auditioning for a role in your show
The one you've rehearsed so many times before
Trying out girls to see if they fit the lead part
In the bad daytime soap opera of your little heart
But I have something to tell you, I've read the reviews
The critics agree, your script is old news
Form:
i was young
i was broke
i was cold
cold
young
and broke
i didnt need
to fix my
broken
piggie
bank
short on supplies
i'd exercise by
walking at
night a
round
town
where
there i
saw the
marquee
it could've
been de Sade
but instead was
Mozart
i had
twenty
dollars
for
groceries and
a ticket for
Don Giovanni
was twenty
i lived
off of
that
opera
for a
long
time
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