Eartha Mae, you've gone away:
I trust you're where the angels play
Will souls applaud your smoky tones
Where harps ring out their orisons?
You, who were passionate for peace
Will now have calm that will not cease
Stretched on a cloud of pristine white
You'll make the starry heavens bright.
There is a time, we all must find
To leave this fragile Earth behind
But when my final scene is played
Sing me a purring serenade........
A contest entry
- Eartha Kitt Femme Fatale Song Stylist Spectacular by suseann.
1800 points, ended December 31, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ah...,I adore this and especially those last two lines. Her essence will light our existance in life and beyond in sweet memories.Thanks for this entry.
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i like this
very nice rhyming scheme, nice tribute..
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She had principles
I think. Santa Baby is so lovely though!! I expect she would have rather liked this x
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Yes, I never will forget that voice. I like your write, especially "harps ring out their orisons" and "purring serenade"
A fitting tribute to a one of a kind performer.
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