Unmusical Poems - Poems about Unmusical

...Horn Music In the late forties and middle fifties horn music and military marches tunes were often parlayed in the town's park and we lived nearby and bore the brunt of this noisy music to ......

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...From my English cottage I can see America. Éire sings, as it labors in my field of vision, it's drunk on nostalgia as usual. A great sail-winged albatross glides across from one eye to the oth......

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...Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or a Fazioli Pianoforti long had he craved to play them. He was in love with grand pianos, their shape and sheen, their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies. ......

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...I am not a musical person in any way or form But my eardrums recognize musical genius The trumpet player was featured in a local venue His tunes were extraordinary. I had never heard such music. ......

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...Why do Presidents work out better safer healthier when they insist on remaining persist in reclaiming active grassrooted residents? Cooperative property administration health values are roo......

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...Now burst forth your long-suffocated song, You gagged lips with mute anthems sweet! Speak of your celestial lays with angels high In stillest skies above men's unmusical beat. Say which den u......

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...Silhouetted against a moon hung low, a lone wolf howls Unmusical laments Mused-ly well up from the bowels Of anxiety, restlessness, loneliness, excitement Theory upon theory why he bellow......

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...Love in a Name. Crystal Falls, I saw this name on the net I could so easily fall in love with a woman like her Her name has so many possibilities a song Or a dramatic love story that ends in ......

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...I grew up gay and singing in musicals. At the time, these two seemed coincidental, diassociated, although in retrospect.... Some dancing too but with no training in that area, more about sin......

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...How like a prison is my cubicle Within four walls, I feel I am entrapped. How like a song unsung,unmusical, My state of mind so far has not been mapped. Inside my heart I used to have a room ......

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...He's the product of a ladies man He knows how to take command Grab her hand Livening up those strolls throuigh the sand And for you he will speak to the sea in a voice so deep It could lull troy......

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...I once knew a man of the sweetest voice, He sang when the day grew dark. He would sing sad tunes of a person’s choice, And sing them like a soulful lark. I once knew a man full of heartbreaking......

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