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Singing in the Fan
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I am singing
in the fan...
Just singing
in the fan...
When life seemed so easy...
With my small attention span...

An easy way
to entertain...
Not much pressure

......

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The Night Club
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.

Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As we remember a rich golden sun, for the colors of his dying flame!

Despite this major accomplishment, I yet found myself dissatisfied,
As the sun grew dissatisfied, when full moon would not be his bride.

Being ambitious I craved the big time, with all of its fine rewards,

......

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Somerset Blues
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Back then she was singing the blues,
In a smaller club where the sunset-
Splashed the walls in various hues,
On a plummy street called Somerset.

I was introduced to her backstage,
In that far away, long ago place,
Before she had become all the rage,
With her jet-setter's renowned face.


......

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Recent Singing Poems
Singing in the Fan
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I am singing
in the fan...
Just singing
in the fan...
When life seemed so easy...
With my small attention span...

An easy way
to entertain...
Not much pressure

......

Continue reading
The Night Club
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.

Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As we remember a rich golden sun, for the colors of his dying flame!

Despite this major accomplishment, I yet found myself dissatisfied,
As the sun grew dissatisfied, when full moon would not be his bride.

Being ambitious I craved the big time, with all of its fine rewards,

......

Continue reading
Somerset Blues
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Back then she was singing the blues,
In a smaller club where the sunset-
Splashed the walls in various hues,
On a plummy street called Somerset.

I was introduced to her backstage,
In that far away, long ago place,
Before she had become all the rage,
With her jet-setter's renowned face.


......

Continue reading
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