Written: June 11, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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She escapes, pulled by erratic dreams—
I feel a spark surge —as affection streams.
But she's near longing, and beckons me upward,
As spring fades, peace drops from skyward—
Her genuine soprano slices my lulling sphere,
I am anchored, yet flames shift and veer—
A distinguished soprano named Dinah
sings arias in North Carolina.
But her favourite thing,
without doubt, is to sing
selections from Handel's Messiah.
With extraordinary vigor and pith
she sings "I Know My Redeemer Liveth".
When she goes to perform
she'll be in fine form
and precisely know how to giveth.
The cries of those
That lacked leadership
From that time
Till now
That vision of America
That is cried from the
Tears of those who have
Nothing but aspire to
Have
That circle which is centered
From the trust
And believing
Which tomorrow's are promised
From this today
And that eternal trust
Of believing secures the faith
Of those who trust
Backbreaking efforts of workers
Staffs who believe in
The echoes of tomorrow
Stand beside me
When those who have chores
To secure the dignity of
The learners stand with me
Might the efforts of both
Admistrater and staff
Be for that tomorrow
Which includes us all
From the homeless to the lord's
From the administration to the tasker
Those unafraid to seek the need of
All people
Lay down those burdens which hind
That they trouble the way of procession
In the sight of these people who lack the
Understanding of your troubling!
Moss Tauss
2023
The cries of those
That lacked leadership
From that time
Till now
That vision of America
That is cried from the
Tears of those who have
Nothing but aspire to
Have
That circle which is centered
From the trust
And believing
Which tomorrow's are promised
From this today
And that eternal trust
Of believing secures the faith
Of those who trust
Backbreaking efforts of workers
Staffs who believe in
The echoes of tomorrow
Stand beside me
When those who have chores
To secure the dignity of
The learners stand with me
Might the efforts of both
Admistrater and staff
Be for that tomorrow
Which includes us all
From the homeless to the lord's
From the administration to the tasker
Those unafraid to seek the need of
All people
Lay down those burdens which hind
That they trouble the way of procession
In the sight of these people who lack the
Understanding of your troubling!
Moss Tauss
2023
Your sweet soprano is so distant now,
dear Mother,
So far from my fearful ear.
Did it cherish me yet chooses now to chastise,
as if I needed punishment?
So why do I hear
such a call, such a note
moving further away,
dear Mother,
moving further, further,
into that distance?
A soprano still
but falling, falling.
Where are you,
dear Mother?
Will you return to my head, my heart,
even to my timorous ear,
though chastising, may indeed cherish
with your soprano,
cherish yes, even treasure,
becoming less distant,
closer, closer,
yes, less distant still?
I knew you would never disappear,
but one fears.
Oh yes, one fears.
(May 2022)
people who despise you
wish you well
they pat you on the back
they detail your success
they speak you as best
and wait to stand before you
to say that every
thing they had ever
said was a lie
and they wished and worked for
your demise, from the day
they meet you
regardless of the positive and
more of the negative
might they seek you to
undermine you
Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.
8-23-17
For Lin's "Drawing Blood" Join In Poem
Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)
A red dress hangs in
The black velvet clothing hook
Waiting to be wore
For the woeful soprano
Who sings in a musical
3-12-2016
A free-spirited soprano from Berlin,
Would delight in drinking a bottle of gin,
She would then test her voice
With her highest note choice
And try to shatter the bottle it was in.
The melodic beauty
Clicks
And makes life of chorus
the darling empty
know not your real name big girl
the less i know,sure
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