Sing Poems - Poems about Sing

Sing me a song for Judy, Lord Pick up the one she loved Choose from the memory I hold She’s watching from above Perhaps unknowingly, but still She hears what I say A song for Judy, so she will Be pleased in special way My Judy dear, you’re so far From places that you know You had to go, it’s so bizarre You haven’t told me...

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Kill the Boer, kill the farmer A song sung in a stadium by thousands Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear A call to incite hatred and violence Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer Umshini wami (my machine gun) Paralysing fear runs through your soul To wipe out the Boer and the farmer A call to genocide, they cajole Rat-a-tat, see how they run There is...

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To teach a pebble how to sing, you need a simple shepherd’s sling. The stone’s inclined to be a grouch when first you set it in the pouch. It will go silent, being trapped so tightly in the leather wrapped. But as you swing the pouch around, it comes alive; you hear a sound. At last that pebble sings with glee as you release...

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Sing ‘Til You Can’t Sing No More To speak my true voice is Terrifying, exhilarating. To walk on my own legs, Sing my own song, the same. There’s no artistry in Living the song of one Not my creator, Nor the conductor of my music. I will live true to the wonder Of gifts given to me alone; Paint symphonies of color, Brilliant sonnets owning my...

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Our spirits sing when sweet tunes echo in the brain. Our spirits sing from the joy soulful lyrics bring. Great music does not grow mundane. May harmony forever reign. Our spirits sing! ...

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Love for your body food for your well being ...

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Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees. Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds. Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on slippery stones for a spider lunch and a caterpillar filled home. Pigeons flock together to peacefully perch on an church. Puddles are for parched puppies who...

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Sing the song all day long...

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Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water, enveloping the gathered crowd, called by priests to receive the Holy Light, and the hymn of the Resurrection rises, flooding the streets and souls, an echo of eternity, "Christ is risen from the dead, trampling death by death, and...

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How do we find time to laugh, to dance, to sing in times as uncertain as these? When so many men, women and children in the world live under a sword of Damocles. For me it goes back to when I was teaching Autistic students…who, for reasons still unknown, every day faced cruel, unfair, unwanted and relentless challenges...

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"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet Winter can be very cold, the wind will sing and be very bold. The ground is covered with fluffy snow, to play in as the...

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“Explore the length and breadth of the universe, drink deep from the fountain of beauty and bliss and sing soulful songs of praise for its creator” ...

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Idyllic illicit illusion… Complicit daydream delusion… Explicit panoply profusion… Other worldly garlanded gems.. Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic.. Absurdly drop atop delicious stems.. Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade.. Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush.. Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made.. Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid.. Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed... Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade.. How can you resist..not be swayed? Flagrantly decadently displayed. Fragrantly delectably conveyed... Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells.. Marvel...

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A gentle rainfall, of emotions, whispered by the sea. The stage aligned as her gaze meets mine, a golden treasure to me. A cave of solitude, she will find me, for...

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Spring's divine gifts sing notes composing spirits high ... Florida is mute...

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