Sing Poems - Poems about Sing

I'll teach you the ping pong song. You can all sing along -  the ping song, ping song, ping song.   The words are easy. You can't sing wrong. Sing it loud and sing it strong - sing pong, sing pong, sing pong. ...

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I sing the praises of Sterilite (even Mary Poppins would tout a plug for said company she would spout forcing playthings scattered helter skelter retreating into their respective bins analogous to a defeated army beating a hasty retreat after a major rout against all odds fighting off the aggressive incursion of a trumpeting lout, which troops use weapon of choice namely breath issuing "Kraut" which in German,...

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breathless at line's end with the phrase too long to sing I asked for right time ~ No syllables after noon No words beyond 9:30...

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Summer stares, graceful as the quiet chirps birdsong, let’s sing along… joy unfolding, on wings listening for His voice in the heart, the soul, anyplace growing old, while the summer restores the heart, the soul breaking out in sweats of golden sunlight, bursting from the heat melodies so sweet… gently playing against the ache of a silent knowing, His love unfolding, like a distant star, reflecting all...

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There are songs that you will never sing There are lips that will never speak There are voices that you will never hear And there are some hearts that you cannot move For the world don’t know the rhythm Stay on the path that you are on and destiny Will compose a new song The rhythm is bellowing in my ear But...

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I can still feel your lips on mine, And your fingers tangled in my hair. I still smell your sweet perfume— It lingers softly in the air. It’s as if you're with me every hour, As if your love gives my heart its power. As if I’ve known you a thousand years— And would fall for you again through joy and tears. Won’t...

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The Beatles - Lay it to me Sponsor : Charles Messina A Hard’s Days Night A hard day’s night, boss outta sight blankets warm, everything’s all right let’s snuggle, cuddle, no more storm lovely voice on high, good in form peace reigns on Earth, after mad work baby is chuckling, gone is stork sing to stars and beckoning moon guitar...

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Meant to coo and to sing doves now wear war wings A world that’s up in flames a coo cannot reclaim ...

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His life without a song He’s got it all wrong Can’t even sing the blues if he can’t tie his shoes ...

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May we be blessed to understand… what birds have known all along…. How even the tiniest among us can sing the biggest…sweetest song. ...

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When the river failed I was asleep and the birds breaking to air made no sound because I speak IN ...

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YOU ARE MY SONG THAT I SING You're the melody that fills my heart; (Your soul light shines in the dark;) With joy the rhythm that makes my soul sing; ( That was so beautiful joy you so bring;) (O' Love you are the song I sing) I picked you because you make life more beautiful, ( I pick you are...

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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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