Lanza Poems - Poems about Lanza

...AntiPoem 36 “Silent Mercies” (Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing “Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem) A Lo......

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...Sandy Hook Call to Love by Michael R. Burch Our hearts are broken today for our children's small bodies lie broken; let us gather them up, as we may, that the truth of our Love may be spoken;......

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...The 42 Inch Hallway We’re stepping along the musty hallway now. I am taking us on a fast-moving memory ride; A mind-bending groovy slide to 1965, When Dylan music was seeping loudly like a germ......

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...A landmass discovered in 1492, A country established for me and you, Now cover darkness with scenery, Plastered “purple mountain majesties”. O’ beautiful for spacious skies, Gun violence con......

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...Have you thought about the music to send you on your way If they played you Bach not Beethoven would there be hell to pay I had to make the difficult choices when my father died Mario La......

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...This Christmas started out just the same as all thee other one's I mean mom baking her famous fruit cake while my two aunt argue back and forth over my uncle Paulie being late with the turke......

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...These little children skipped to school  Cos xmas  time was near The excitement was getting too much  for them True young hearts without any fear Then along came Adam Lanza...... Guns at the ready ,......

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...December 14, 2012 Little pink coat, Mommy holding little pink hand, the firehouse must have seemed a marathon away, the longest run of their lives. Skedaddle little pink coat, miniature uggs flopp......

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...Imagination ( you are never too young or too old to put your imagination to use) Imagine the concert The concert did not cost a dime But every soul was there- from th......

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...Lanza Del Relampago, Feel from the sky on the wings of a crow. Desiccating the dismayed spring, And Illuminating. Me on my cheerless lies, And darkened eyes. For evermore it is overlapping in c......

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