Tra Poems - Poems about Tra

Shock! unreal, unshaken disbelief. Choice! the people spoke, democracy breathes. What was promised— a mirage, a lie. False hopes built to divide, now shattered, leaving many wide-eyed, denied, unrecognized, lost in the wreckage of the unexpected. Post 2-0-2-4 A reckoning. A trauma. A truth too sharp to ignore. ...

Continue reading...

A Villanelle Tra La La Tra la la-I couldn't stop thinking bout this song Twas just so minuscule and kind This I could never forget this verse twangs bings-bongs That morn, hearing this new verse encounters so long a song The song so calming settling each and every line This musical verse couldn't stop thinking about the song Later, ringing singing...

Continue reading...

i'm a drink on the rocks straight no chaser with wax in my ears no siren song karioki to take me with strangers in the night...

Continue reading...

Spring is here, tra-la, tra-la, my parts are all excited Whole being is in a state of euphoria as parts were reunited Screaming to beat the band Heard from here to Japan Dear Mother Nature has once again been requited...

Continue reading...

The Art of the spoken word Is east Jerusalem Ornate Probate of the money lenders Who tender purity and security For a price Gods children are willing to pay Because they are the sheep On which the idol's seek Prohibition The body and the blood Never knowingly Roots are tales Into the afterlives Slave's integrate At the table of former...

Continue reading...

One day closer to spring tra-la One day closer to spring Wish the days would just fly on by Instead of lingering Who needs winter, nobody I say Time when everything dies Three seasons surely would do us fine We'd be a bunch of happier guys Who do we talk to about our plight A man in charge of complaints Don't usually like to make...

Continue reading...

I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la! I'm eating my way through the fridge Do I feel a little bit guilty about it? Maybe a bit more than a smidge Someone's got to get rid of this stuff It's been here for more than a week The plastic containers are starting to bulge Don't dare lift their lids for a peek Saw...

Continue reading...

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I...

Continue reading...

Singer,songwrter and piano man We,fifties teens remain a fan, Classically trained,a musical chameleon- Oh Carol,hungry years, took him to Amarillo But never,solitaire,this brillant Brooklyn fellow. Tribute to Neil Sedaka ,71 years young this year...

Continue reading...

Longing for respect, loved for who she realy was, not who she appeared to be Mayilyn-Forever Blonde-open this fall in London...

Continue reading...