Song Voice Poems

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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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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You play your tune and you sing your song. 
As loud or as quiet as you like, you don’t do no wrong?

The circle you live...

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

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Due to the extreme measures my 
identity thieves have taken in order 
to extort my American poetry from 

mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican...

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My writing gets wavy and I bet it would annoy some perfectionists out there.

I’m annoying but I don’t care right now.

They hate me, so I...

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I heard the sound of the sea 
echoing like a distant hymn.
It encompassed my soul
like a heavenly embrace.
It set me free like a lucid breeze.
It...

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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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she wants to make herself heard
but the busy sun has walked his estate
tending to matters, some urgent, some free
a new dawn, she sings again to...

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beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an...

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In the dim-lit hall where the soulful chords weep, 
A siren graces the stage, secrets to keep, 
A silhouette in moonlight's tender glow,
A sexy blues...

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I could listen to your voice all day
And into the night
Never heard an sparrows song
That felt so right

Talk to me, sing to me
It’s alright
I can...

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I can hardly enjoy it when It's true .
It's true that I can't write songs .
How can I make a song I can't sing ?
No...

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When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.

For every tainted tide,...

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