The Gospel Singer Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The Gospel Singer

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The atmosphere was smoky blue.
The singer’s voice was smoky too
When she picked up the microphone
she fascinated everyone.

Her frail form hid a mighty voice
you listened to. You had no choice.
A voice which made the rafters ring.
She certainly knew how to sing.

She sang without accompaniment.
Then she set up a precedent.
She softly crooned a gospel song
and took her audience along

Tough mobsters sat tears in their eyes
such was her power to hypnotise.
Cold killers who had made their bones
affected by her dulcet tones.

She sang as though she was possessed
without a break without a rest.
From nine o clock til near midnight
Then suddenly was gone from sight.

Nobody knew the singers name,
nobody knew from whence she came
Some believe she was a ghost,
an angel from the heavenly host.

But I don’t care I heard her sing
and to this day I proudly boast.
That I was there and listening
to an angel or a ghost.

I only know that she changed me
She altered my whole attitude
so now I live respectably.
Recalling her with gratitude

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jennifer Perryman 05 November 2007

ivor, to sing so beautiful, she had to be heaven sent. This poem touches my heart, more than you know. What a Masterpiece..... I love it.

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Marcia Morris 15 October 2007

That gospel singer must have been an anointed woman of God. Nice write!

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Ashley S 15 October 2007

Ah Ivor, You write with such richness in your tone and rhyming scheme. I loved it to pieces! :) Ashley xo

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Hebburn.Co Durham U.K
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