Tor Poems - Poems about Tor

POTD 24TH April 2025 In acknowledgement to Michael Tor for the invitation to collaborate and create a music video on this heart rendering ballad of the Lonesome Whippoorwill. Thank you for the opportunity Michael, it was indeed an honor. This is a shortened version to fit the video. “The Lonesome Whippoorwill” is a heart-stirring ballad of...

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POTD 24TH Feb 2025 A Wish Upon A Star – Video Lyrics by Michael Tor DESCRIPTION A romantic ballad of longing and serendipity, captures the emotions of a lonely soldier in “Wish Upon A Star” as he wanders around, looking for a place to spend New Year’s Eve. On returning from deployment, he’d received a ‘Dear John’ letter...

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Back then, I’d never heard of Robinson Jeffers. My friend told us he was a famous poet and Tor House was where he lived with his family for much of his life. Definitely a stop worth making on the mini California road trip he was taking me and my wife on. The house, a rough-hewn stone...

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Height is not an issue But today I got introduced to a nasty verbal stew It was this one bullish kind of comment Of odium and torment Initially I thought, it was human nature Coming from a relative who is short in stature The tyrant venting with a curse A sheer case of moral shortsightedness ‘Conquer the whole world and lose your own...

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Notes: Part 1 of The kiss at the tor was the first poem I ever posted on the Soup. Some time later, my life changed and I was moved to write an alternative version. I always thought I had posted the second part as a separate poem but, on discovering that I never did, I have combined the...

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My soul was on fire, as I entered the wood By the old rusty gate, which silently stood Absorbing history, making no choice Passing no judgement, adding no voice The rough ancient path, veined with roots To test my step, or scuff my boots Unhurriedly followed the line of the brook But this was not the path I took I turned to the...

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Chimes of a music box a glass Doll Crea-tor for I am a crea=tor also and I am women why, did you love us like that to make us a crea-tor like you, where we your like baby dolls to dance and sing and in bare feet and children to created like you also what a gift to give...

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