Sopranos Poems

DAYS OF OLD 90's

South Park and
Dragon tales.
   Twin peaks and
Seinfeld.

   Family guy and
The Daily Show.
   Ace of Base and
Cheryl Crow.

   Friends and
Will and Grace.
   Babylon 5
 and spaced.
	
The X-files and
The West Wing.
Fancy and
Shania Twain.

King of the hill 
And Mad TV.
Sponge Bob and
Ren and Stimpy.

Frasier and
The King of Queens.
Boogie nights and
MR. Bean.

Spawn and
Blue's Clues.
Goodfellas and
Dazed and confused.

TMNT and
3rd rock from the sun.
In living color and 
Brooks and Dunn.

Jackie Brown and
Wayne's World.
Beastie Boys and
Don't take the girl.

***** as folk and
Beavis and Butthead.
The Simpsons and
Father Ted.

Lil Kim and 
The Sopranos.
Selena and 
Hey Arnold.

Reservoir Dogs and
Johnny Bravo.
Clueless and
You oughta know.

Turbo1904 ?

swoon river

five sopranos float down streams

each one sleeps and each one dreams

adrift on sliced cheese

past herds of small bees

each awakens to tuneful screams.

The Puggles Dream

There was a cute puggle who snored up a song
When joeys hopped up bridging along,
Emu chicks joined with boom notes and grunts
Whilst dancing along with top wild stunts.

Penguins marched in forming a line
Tenors, Sopranos, Divas divine,
Bowerbirds trilled with whistles and squeaks 
Then Aves had united with many techniques.

Ensemble was formed by powered forte
Rhythms caused riffs to encore that day,
And all this occurred when music was free
From snores made a song a large symphony.

Not a Fan

As much as I love music,
I’m not sorry to admit
That opera’s the exception,
For I like it not one bit.

It’s not that I don’t understand
The words (although that’s true),
But rather it’s the voices
All the critics ballyhoo.

Sopranos, tenors, baritones -
They all get on my nerves,
Then you toss in some vibrato 
(Which no audience deserves),

Add some overdone emoting,
Make-up way beyond the top
And the flashiest of costumes -
I’d go on, but here I’ll stop.

Opera fans the whole world over
Are both cultured and refined,
But, though classical I covet,
Opera leaves me disinclined.

Oh Tony

Tony said he was managing waste
When in fact, it was folk, he erased
He did see a shrink
But without a blink
He continued and hid them, untraced


The Sopranos

On A Lim Poetry Contest, placed 1st
Sponsored by: Joseph May 
Date wrote: 3rd April 2022

Choirgirl

Friday night is for rehearsal
sac in air, before 
it breaks— breath out
into the soft dew
itching palms on our head.

Soon the baritones will arrive
stuffing music with tonic notes
for me to ride:
the terrors of solmization
& unbridled pitch sounds.

Boys says Sunday without your
mezzo-sopranos is like a 
metaphor of plus-nine terrors
—pounded noise
cooked in a lour supper.
But the pontiff won't heed.

Please sing alongside with me,
the Lord's song is becoming
pitching and modulating
rock and pop 
touring on one voice.


Excel Chinagorom Michael

Touch Foot Ball

On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!

Catarrh

Meanest Bouncer of visiting oxygen
Like a scarf of coarsest jean,
Ever keeping it and the nostrils at arm’s length,
Displaying its suffocating strength.

Oxygen keeps loitering at the fringes of the nasal chambers,
For as long as Septembers are from Decembers:
Kind of dreading an entry into them,
To the sufferer causing a paradise of problem.

Catchers, like a cross, hold their inhalers:
A pathological fear of everything parading propellers;
Tasty meals are robbed of their appeal,
Stylish dishes of chefs not a Big Deal.

Justifies the banging of doors against cold
And auctioning of freezers, not to be cold:
A pointed sealing of windows seldom shuttered
And shutting of the ears to sopranos   shattered.

Sinuous Summer

sinuous seaside sand
softly shifts smooth stones
seaweeds stinky sigh

winsome waves woven
wearing wondrous weave
westerly wind whistles

sunlit sparkling stars
seashore serenades sunshine
sopranos singing

driftwood’s dozing dreams
distant diamond disappears
deep dusky day dies

7-29-2020
Birch Bay

Smiles and Kisses

what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to tenors
and invite them to dinner
are they the ones who like wine
and tips waiters when things are fine
who are the sopranos
and do they play pianos
shut-up: shut-up!@ the tenor
wants dinner with the soprano,
to be serenaded by the piano, such say's the tenor
who wishes to to have dinner, the alto might interrupt
while the others have sup
but it is far less likely, 
the alto to spite me, might
the tenor propose and confess his love.
then what is dinner
and is this one a winner
we need to up our ratings
and for goodness sake ands
do we welcome this soprano
who has no piano
and what is so to such
that a tenor lucks up
what is than greater
and who's the best sing dater
do we speak of love
to what then do we trust
if we are warned to never love
what the whoomp, whoomp, whoomp!

How Odd Are Otters

Are otters so odd?
   In Old English
Their name means 'water'
And it really ought to
   As they live near the river or sea

Are otters so odd?
  They sing like canaries
With clear voices
   So happy and merry  
Their high-pitched sopranos
   A treat for you and for me 

Are otters so odd?
   They're really so cute
When they stand up 
   They look so much like
Little 'fish pups' --
   (You almost expect them to bark) -- 

But they've whiskers like cats
   Except for one thing:
Some of those whiskers
   Jut out from their eyes
Which is quite a surprise

Are otters so odd?
   Some might "Yes" nod
But I see not the need
   For either a rod
Or an 'otter-swatter'

Voices

When cover of a book teases us to pry
Courted we're by sound of their voices:
Writers, creators, poets, and scholars--
Inviting us to virtues of wisdom inside.

If we can hear the sound of galleries
And the renaissance of cultural history
Wowed by music, sculptures, and paintings
We are attuned to the voices of artists.

When strings strum atop a music box
Cadence that moves us is voice of guitar,
Singer then bends the voice of lyrics
As we respond to the rhythm of music.

Emotions rile in disharmonious voices
Uttered by traffic, streets, and buildings
Contrasting soft tunes of rustling leaves
And whispered voices of whistling winds.

Voices are poems, feelings, and smiles
Tears and fears or trumpets of joy;
Sopranos singing of victories and defeats,
Agents of goodwill or messengers of cries.

December 3, 2018
Placed first in Voices poetry contest by Silent One
Placed first in February 2019, week 3 contest by Brian Strand

Why Sang Disk Song

TAKE SOME IME AND READ BETWEEN THE LINES
NUTURE THOSE WORDS WHICH NEED NUTURING
CAUSE ATTENTION TO THE PARTS THAT NEED TO
HAVE ATTENTION, ONE VERSE LEAD TO ANOTHER
AND BUILDS-UP TO CLIMAX AND RESTART THE CHORUS
IN THE VERSE ONE LINE STARTS THE NEXT COVERSATION
UNTIL YOU AND I COME TOGETHER TO BEGAN THE CHORUS.
COMPLIMENTS AND GREETINGS, SMOOCHES AND KISSES
TIL WE GET DOWN TO GETTING DOWN.
THE TWO SOPRANOS MUMBLE ENOUGH TO BE HEARD
THE ALTOS AND TENORS SING CLEARLY SO THE SONG CAN BE HEARD
THE BASS' PUT BOTTOM AND COME BACK ON TOP, WHEN WE START
DUETING THEN THEY STOP. TAKE HEED TO WHAT'S GOING ON, IT MORE COMPLEX THAN THE OTHER SONG'S, TAKE SOME TIME WE GONNA DO-IT RIGHT
THEY'LL APPLAUD THIS ON AND ASK FOR ONE MORE NIGHT
GET THAT LOVE, CAUSE THE LOVE IS WHAT WE NEED.
SUGAR BABY HONEY BUN, SWEET PIE, YOUR THE SWETEST ONE
LET ME KNOW JUST HOW YOU FEEL, SWEET STICKY THANG, THAT FOO REEL
AINT GOT NO TYME, TIL THE NEXT ONE, LET DO-IT RIGHT,YOU KNOW THE ONE
WE CAN AD-LID A FADE IF THE SOUND IS RIGHT, CRISP ENOUGH, THEY'LL SAY YOU KNOW THAT'S RIGHT.

Home

It looks like home,
that pint size village
in the heart of Jersey, 
teased hair and the Sopranos are so thick with memories,
that even the Robins are fatter.

It feels like home,
riding my bike on flat streets, 
easy as pie to pedal 
as the timely fall foliage creates it's own 
fire.

It smells like home,
the grease filled diners
on the routes next to the interstate,
lure in weary travelers,
french fries
drowning in gravy that's thick as soup,
erodes resistance to caloric intake. 

It sounds like home,
the locusts that appear after a decade,
their buzz like construction of a fairy kingdom, 
reflecting the slow breath of the locals,
who secured their plots in the local graveyard
decades before the real estate boom.

Aria of Darkness

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It can kill, or it can chill, at best can thrill,
the darkness of the night your choosing.
Pitch black, clouded over deserts nights,
nigh freezing, the darkness of the sands.
Arctic, Antartica, nigh six months of darkness,
illuminated north and south by Aurora,
a night time extravaganza a nighttime thrill.
East winds break the silence of darkness,
their arias, sopranos, tenors, bass, racket makers,
terrorising, as thunder drums, lightning flashes!
their chilling orchestra enhances their endeavour
to freeze the soul, hearts stop beating, chilling!
The aria of darkness rolling across oceans,
heed not you jolly Jack Tars, heed not!
The sirens of the deep in darkness do not sleep,
they cloud your thinking, your ship? Sinking!
Their arias will guide you to that perpetual slumber!
Heed not their arias of the darkness, tis how they hunt!
Opera soloist arias from their lips, a thrill!
The only ones that will see you home
through the darkness of the night.

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Aria of darkness WAS going to be entered in Laura Loo's contest. got carried away!

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