The Greatest Song by Graham Seal

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The song that I will sing for you
will be the greatest ever sung,
greater than the loudest bell 
that ever has been rung.

I will sing my song by day and night,
in sunshine or in rain,
and when my song is over
I will begin again.

And so my song will grow and ring
forever bright and new,
bringing joy to everyone,
but most of all
to you.

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Myrtle’s Choir by James Aitchison

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Myrtle McGuire

joined a choir, 

because she thought

she could sing.

She sang soprano

near the piano,

and here’s the 

terrible thing:

her voice was a shriek

that lacked technique,

and started a chain of disasters;

the glass windows shattered,

and what really mattered,

down from the roof 

came the rafters. 

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Poem of the Day

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Sound advice

 

Sometimes when you’re out of sorts

and wound up like a spring

or plagued with nasty, angry thoughts

it really helps to sing.

 

Sing out loud, you can’t go wrong,

sing anything you choose.

There’s nothing like a happy song

to chase away the blues.

Jenny Erlanger
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #22

Poetry Prompt #22