Music Voice Poems

“I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan


I...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996)

In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night?
The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef 
Whilst...

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a certain rhizz
an essential charm
that provides a
way to speak
the quality and
level of one's
appeal and star value.
The zhuzh is minimal
and often is unspoken
due to the maturity...

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Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean,
bluish sighs in pinkish alibis,
softly whispering to the lilacs, gently
blowing, through the winds of amethyst,
a vision of majestic...

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You love to chase the old cow,
and make the kitten go meow,
I have put you in your place,
now no one left to chase.
I got you~let...

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Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...

He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a...

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     Jiving and jazz, razzmatazz.
     Jitterbug then rock and roll.
     Smooching while eighty...

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i WAS WUNDOORING IF.....
i DON'T WANNA SOUND LIKE
A FOOL SAYING IT
NUT IF WE USED RAW LUMBER
AND MADE TWO BIG CRATES
AND SAT THE SMALLER CRATE INSIDE
THE...

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Don’t protect me from NATO countries
I didn’t ask you for that
I need some Atlantic breeze
Mixed with fume of my cigarette
You brave or coward warriors 
Don’t...

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Sophia laments the flute ~ for it silences man's voice of wisdom...

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Quote By Poet "The pen is the tongue for many writers."

Welcome to the new twenty-four,
I am laughing on the floor.
Pen you need to change,
tongue you...

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the director had said, “our needs are dire”
my wife volunteered us both for the choir
always something going wrong
with my voice I won’t last long 
it...

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Like the breathless air of twilight,
As the moon softly rises and tempts the stars
Into the quiet revelations, admissions
Grace, splendor, magnificence…
Painting the dreams with a quivering...

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What is the point of grandma’s lullaby
if the child nestled in her arms
cannot be soothed?

Or the wail of the bagpipes,
lost as easily as the soldier’s...

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