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"sopranos" poems

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AdolescenceIn love they wore themselves in a green embrace. / A silken rain fell through the spring upon them. / In the park she fed the swans and he

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Contrapuntal PoetryContrapuntal / — adjective, Music. / - pertaining to counterpoint.

@nat-lipstadt70

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ChoirI'm about ready to bludgeon / Someone with my microphone / And string them up

@ellyn-k-thaiden40

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CAPTIVITYit’s not about you at all / you get swept up in people’s definitions / hung on the wall in someone’s frame

@the-dirty-poet25

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The Fury Of Guitars And SopranosThis singing / is a kind of dying, / a kind of birth,

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Choral Music // Musically Inclined."Ezekiel saw de wheel; way up in de air / And de littl' wheel run by faith, oh yes, an' de big wheel run by de grace of God / 'Tis a wheel in de wheel in de middle of de wheel way Lawd in de middle."

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Who Knows? Who Cares?Is there life after death? / What will happen in the end? / What's the difference in thinking

@StoutOfOrder28

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Dusk Song (Sijo)Hard to know the number of "friends" that live out past where lawn meets wet / Their dusk song speaks of a throng that participates post sunset / Slick wet sopranos sing a stream with sudden baritone splashes

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adulthoodpaths are crossed while others are being blocked with road signs / neon lights on parkways blinding eyes / how easily people come and go these days

@chloe-fuller29

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ever since you checked out (so short, so long)they came around / this early morn, / asking for you

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And the forest was silent again...And the forest was silent again… / **Splintering shadows creep slowly** / **across the overgrown footpath**

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Falconry is Easy in My DreamsThe oriel breaks the spell of night to read me fairytales in languages only the stars understand. / I count my fingers every day like I count the trees in my backyard, checking to make sure nothing changed because change means growing up and my body tells me that growing up is nothing more than learning to give up on seeing with your eyes. / I let the beach be hell, sand like tiny reminders of growing smaller every day, growing less visible.

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Now I Know Why They Invented MusicNow I know why they invented music / For dead uncles / And bombed biology tests

@amanda-mary-rose40

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It BeginsIt begins / With one breath / And ends

@rachel-elizabeth43

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On HangnailsSome fingers have this tendency / to crack, snag, and rip themselves / to shreds. A flurry of something like daisy

@featherfingers23

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Five SensesPerhaps there is a dragon palace somewhere / flowing with emerald scales, where ice-colored / sunlight rings in the wind, where soundless

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Overtones~ / In the late 1960’s / when my mother was in high school choir

@s-lyman-temple18

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A Life's MelodyMy soul is singing / It has been from its creation / For a while,

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SymphonyI’ve been running to the shore, to the sunset, to the sand / where my toes and the breeze compose a symphony in secret / it starts piano, almost pianissimo, no one has to know that we,

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Watching The Sopranos Without YouStill hexed, unemployed, another daylong bout between too much silence and too much noise, I turn on the TV and watch our show. Season 4, Episode 13, "Whitecaps." / And it's the scene after the Russian mistress has called, and Carmella—played to long suffering perfection by Edie Falco—kicks Tony out of the house. The scene sticks with me, the way Carmella's body shakes, the deep grooves of her wrinkled face when she says she can't stand to be embarrassed anymore. And I'm caught off guard by two things, one simple, the other not so much. I think about how you must of related to Edie Falco out of the gate, on a surface level. You both share a prominent nose, one you were always self conscious about, but a nose you found beautiful on her face. I always wanted to ask you about it, but I never found a gentle enough phrasing. And the other thing, the complex thing, is how the whole scene runs parallel to our second break up, the bad one, the early morning fight. I remember you striking my chest over and over. I remember grabbing your wrists, trying to restrain you, and you wriggled out of my grasp only to strike your head on a cabinet. I tried to comfort you, and you wouldn't let me drive you home. / You walked. I couldn't find you. By the time I got dressed, you'd found some path unknown to me.

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The Commencement Address (your hair beneath the cap)These are words I threw to pavement / Many Mays ago / Not for you, but about you

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Sopranossinging high / getting higher / missing notes

@williamisaghost8

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Geraldine"You were a smart girl until you laid your eyes on him. / Suddenly you were unsure of how hues, shades and tint / were placed in the color wheel,

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