Best Band Poems
As the sun appears from its winter hush,
earthy meadows now appear green and lush.
As its refreshing rays begin to peep
animals awaken from their deep sleep.
A band of bunnies hop to spring's delight,
dancing among flowers yellow and white.
With small fluffy tails and ears soft and long,
seems like they're dancing to a secret song.
Naughty rabbits nibble on tender shoots
and chase each other in joyful pursuits.
Skipping around lawns that need to be mowed
It's the happiest they've been since it snowed.
Their antics may not always seem funny,
but it must be great being a bunny.
Wake up every morning,
Knowing it will be the same;
Feel an endless longing,
Inside a rage that can't be tamed.
Haunted in my thinking,
I let my big chance pass;
And with it all believing,
That my song would always last.
Invited to 'The Boot' to hear a band,
Saw a flicker of what I used to be;
A young man lost in his music,
Yesterday that man was me.
I remember making melodies,
The world was in my hands;
But it slipped through my fingers,
I had to grow up and be a man.
Let my hopes just fly away,
All my dreams of entertaining;
Now I'd give any thing to know,
There's still one dream remaining.
Sitting at this restaurant patio,
The guitar's magic in his hands;
His voice is smooth and effortless,
Oh how I wish I was that man.
The joy of being lost in the music,
Alive, young at heart, and free;
The tapping feet and smiling faces,
To see how good your song can be.
Let inhibition just fly away,
He lives the dream of entertaining;
Looks out at the admiring crowd,
Says I got one demo remaining.
Play your songs for all their worth,
Never let them go;
The world is your audience,
Give them your best show.
Don't let your chance pass you by,
You can't stop believing;
Life is in the music,
And love is in the feeling.
Let inhibition just fly away,
I took the one demo remaining;
My soul moved by the music,
Tonight my dream reclaiming!
~Lyric Man
Note: When I was a young musician I had an old guy in the crowd who was really into our set. On a break, he told me that he was just like me years earlier. But he listened to voices telling him he had to grow up and let his dream go. This song is through his eyes. Never let anyone take your dreams. They are real. And they are the secret to really living!!
A diesel generator
drowns out the rusted Marshall stack
Six years we owned
the Billboard charts;
the DJ who crowned us
every summer
for five straight years—
this week, a county fair;
tonight, the Music Pier.
The drummer tapes two split fingers
closes his hand once
hard—
then rests the sticks
by Mick’s ashes
in a Folgers Black Silk can behind the kit
Tommy’s gold sequins
snag on his dialysis catheter
as he sits
Johnnie the P-bassist drags a stool onstage
to ease his neuropathy
We are crushed elderberries
hawking CDs from a card table,
bleeding a dark, tart stain
onto ninety aluminum chairs
No teenagers weep;
a man wipes funnel-cake grease
from his chin
As I tune the cherry-red '57 Stratocaster
down a minor third,
hoarse from pushing air
through a throat scraped thick
with scar tissue
We were a dense, golden field
beneath the studio lights
on Midnight Special
Now plucked dandelion crowns
scatter over Ferris wheel blacktop,
leaving white ghost-tufts
snagged in the Music Pier’s
boardwalk planks
Where just three bald stems
plug into the seaside damp—
and the seeds drift past the shoreline,
washed up,
vanishing into the deep
we used to call home
A band of gold is all she wears--
no need for diamonds or fancy wares.
Simple, yes, but rich with grace--
for when it slipped upon her hand,
two hearts found their sacred place.
Alesia Leach © 10/1992
the blood of love leaks out
through this punctured
saddened wound
bleeding hurt unspoken
cries for help unheard,
no surgeon could ever help
the shocking pain of but a word
how one so casually inflicts
such wounds upon those
they have once told
of their undying eternal love
held tight those two bodies
as she wanted so to hold
yeah, love can be quite nasty,
so disrespectful of your heart
and torture you forever
until from life, you should depart
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
Piranhas, within a canaries cannibal world....
Feasting upon the flesh, of another innocent and vulnerable life
Delivered by the hands of darkness' entrenched; unknowing but willing, messengers of woe!
In hopes of crippling and destroying, by means of ridicule, guilt and shame
The subtle and not so subtle, of the spiteful and scorned....
Chatterings like arrows, from their poisoned bows
Within comments and verse, and their opened air words
Always the same-looking for their entrance, to bring another to their knees
To evoke their own will? These amissfully mangled and subverse desires
Within, these shatteringly tainted dreams....
Relentlessly they search, for the Achilles heel, to crumble yet anothers hope!
Traveling through these mediums of morbids main, and fluttering hearts....
In through the side doors, and along the corridores, via way, of the shadowish mind
Enter the sublimes of deceivings presented, before all of Heavens sight!
While as half closed eyes stand in silence, all about, within muted watch....
Reminding myself of a case years ago; where a young girl was beaten, stabbed and murdered
As at least a dozen different people, cowered within their rooms
Amid her desperate cries, beggings and pleas for help; help, that would never arrive!?
So such it seems so very often, among many within this society in which we live....
Whom turn their backs and avert their glance; while bowing their heads, and walking on by
Back, into their own blackened holes!....(Cont)
I hear them on the television,
like I have a choice,
that's flat-out all they show these days:
Politicians
with their elucidations
tangled as Grandma's yarn.
Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared;
"It's your own fault, my good friends,
frankly, we need bold solutions"
they boom;
then hike the price of gas.
And the voices of we, the people;
lost
like violins in a marching band.
Simile Poetry Contest placed 10th
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Date wrote: 6th August 2022
I had the worst terrors last night
My mind was in a gruesome sight
The ‘ol apocryphal scene
Insighted by the new regime
Migration bill stirs fear among
Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong!
Phone app saves Honduran journalist
Can’t go back she’s on their death list
Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress
ICE is cold, enforcing arrests
Or anywhere, nonetheless
For a green card is meaningless
Now a tourist destination
Gaza's newest sensation
Take over plans for a Riviera
Palestine people’s tierra*
Taken; territory sovereign
New rich owner YOU ONLY gain
Who be the beneficiaries
Billionaire contemporaries
For undoence he’s called a hero
Those sacrificed their life for, zero
Those fought for everyone’s freedom
In vain forgotten in this new kingdom
Unbeknownst me how it plays out
Living in the USA, peace-out
Turn up the radio and ...
It's the same ol' situation,
The same songs, same band
That raised my generation
That was then, this is now
Nothing's changed but my age,
And four numbers, somehow
On a calendar's page ...
It happened again today
In the store where I shopped,
In the restaurant, I heard it play
Proving the 80's never stopped
That was then, this is now
O, to revive a faded fad,
If we never forget how
Good times can still be had
Life, like a cassette tape
With two sides, was designed,
From Side A, Side B can't escape
If you just press rewind ...
I traded in my diamond ring for a pretty ring with a brilliant blue topaz.
She is surrounded by a band of gorgeous iridescent opals.
My husband did not question it, knowing my love for jewelry changes
This was six years ago; this exquisite ring continues to be a favorite.
My diamond ring is somewhere; unsure where and do not care.
This blue topaz ring uplifts me, replenishes me, revives me.
It gives me energy and enthusiasm.
It gives me strength; I feel love from it.
Fingers on my left hand do not feel complete without it.
Other rings parade back and forth on my right hand,
but this gem stays where it is.
On my right hand, ring finger, where other women park their diamonds.
The color of the sky and the ocean surrounded by white cap opals.
I think the appeal is simple.
It is a ring that I fell head over heart in love with,
I feel that it reflects my relationship with myself.
I have had many compliments on this ring.
Others feel the power she exudes.
We walk the street this day,
we hold each other's hand.
Our talk is month of May,
when we shall hear the band.
We hold each other's hand,
we speak of things we like.
When we shall hear the band,
for them we'll take a hike.
We speak of things we like,
her students will be there.
For them we'll take a hike,
our friends will play with care.
Her students will be there,
we walk the street this day.
Our friends will play with care,
our talk is month of May.
The Whole World In His Band
God wants the whole world in His band
Brothers and sisters of the land
Followers singing His commands
Connecting through heaven’s broadband.
Sing in praise all ye that do stand
On the Lord’s glorious bandstand
Sing how it is, holding God's hand
Lord and conductor of the band.
Children come along, clap your hands
To beat of drums and baby grands
With skips and hops dance to the band
For God so loves His precious lambs.
All Birds and creatures of the land
Join with us too, it's your homeland
Sea creatures from depths of sea-land
Swell the choirs of the Lord’s mainland.
The Lord takes hold of one's right hand
He's the saviour of those hearts fanned
By faithful members of the band
That lead us to the promised land.
Altogether now hand in hand
God wants the whole world in His band.
5th May 2021
Andrea and the Andarees' tour once more:
girl group sings the hits their fans adore.
Their moves and harmonies strong;
the crowds sing along,
they know each
song -
words that reach
every heart. No wrong
notes - they know they all belong
on stage, soaking up the frenzied roar:
Andrea and the Andarees' tour once more!
A BAND OF ANGELS
I already knew that love comes with stuff
But I didn’t know that stuff comes with love
Until a fire destroyed all of our things.
And I looked to heaven above
I cried out “Lord, thank you God!
For saving me, my family and friends.”
No one was hurt. No lives were lost.
Lord knows there could have been.
We stood watching in the middle of the night
As flames claimed all of our things
We comforted each other
Under the umbrella of angels wings.
Little did we know at that time
That God was sending us more stuff.
Blessing us abundantly
Supplying more than enough.
Thank you Merced, CA community
Thank you family and friends
For allowing the Lord to use you
In Jesus’ Holy name,
Amen