Best Bands Poems
Ballroom dancing
Big bands, Hollywood glam
Chiffon decorated dance floor
Men were gentlemen, women were ladies
Decent formality
And etiquette
Stardust
multi coloured bands
stretch across the morning sky- -
jupiter hidden
Mrs. Lightfoot had taught music at Talbot Elementary School for years.
A couple of her pupils excelled in music but most became engineers.
She sat at her desk to muse upon the past after another trying day,
Recalling events that had contributed to the 'dyeing' of her hair gray!
She remembered concerts when the cacophonous din made her wince,
And Mrs. Lightfoot approached such musicals with foreboding ever since.
But beaming parents saw their prodigies destined for musical acclaim.
(Only one she knew strummed a banjo at the VFW with a modicum of fame!)
Tubby Aruba wrestled with his tuba, ever out of step in the marching band.
Sissie Pyaner tried to emulate Liberace but she battered the concert grand.
For some reason one of the valves on Clyde Crumpet's trumpet always stuck,
And the trombone players could never harmonize - such was their bad luck!
Pat Claret could never adjust her clarinet reeds to eliminate the squeaks.
'Tyke' Biddle fiddled with the bull fiddle but never mastered its techniques.
Hubie Crums thought he was Gene Krupa and went crazy on the drums.
And when it came to playing the French horn, Sydney Corne was all thumbs!
Many times Mrs. Lightfoot thought she'd chosen the wrong speciality path,
And oft' wondered if she should have majored in history or maybe math.
In a couple of years she could lay down her baton one last time and retire,
To reminisce about fatal concerts, bleating horns and inharmonious choir!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Wedding Bands
I placed a ring on her left hand
A plain white gold wedding band
With all my love this ring is from me
I also wore a ring for people to see
Today the rings have become something more
They also tie us together for evermore
Mine is still on my left hand
From my neck hangs her wedding band
I feel her in my heart and in my life
I still think of her as my wife
work in progress
Footle of Country Bands
S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys
Stetson
John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler
Footle Of Rock Bands
Guitar strings/stockings
steely
nylons
Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour
Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms
Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade
The streets by the beach keep moving you toward the sunny side of the sea.
Where people in hordes strut on the boards sniffing at foods on the breeze.
And all the young boys are flexing around for all the young girls too see.
And everyone's hot, and everyone's got what it takes to be happy and free.
The heat from the beach drives you on toward the coolest side of the town.
Where people park cars and drift into bars after the sun has gone down.
All the young guys are dreaming up lies for the hot girls who are easily found.
And every bright smile is designed to beguile someone else into fooling around.
Chorus:
Oh, the shore is the place to paint on a face,
get bathed in perfume or cologne.
yes, the shore is the place with that fabulous pace,
when you're hot and just can't be alone.
The band at the beach is pounding it out tuned to the throb in your chest.
so, you dance, and you shout cause that's what it’s about when everyone's looking their best.
Then a girl over there gives you the stare. Looks like she could be miss right.
you say something nice, but she gives you the ice and you know it won’t be tonight.
Chorus:
Oh, the shore is the place to paint on a face,
get bathed in perfume or cologne.
yes, the shore is the place with that fabulous pace,
when you're hot and just can't be alone.
The Big Bands of the forties, I loved them all
Glenn Miller, the Dorseys, Arty Shaw and Les Paul
They were so smooth
And quite raucous too
Collected their 78s, I certainly had a ball
Alice In Chains
Blind Melon
Cold
Danzig
Escape The Fate
Foo Fighters
Garbage
Hole
If
John Lennon
KMFDM
Led Zeppelin
Metallic
Nirvana
Oasis
Pearl Jam
Qual
Radiohead
Smashing Pumpkins
Tom Petty
Used
Violent Soho
Weezer
Xunn
Yellowcard
Zeek
Along with matching bands of gold
and the blessings of their Lord,
Two hearts begin a journey,
their hearts, were destined to unfold.
And the blessings of their Lord,
will see them through hard times.
Their hearts were destined to unfold,
entwining as flowers on the vine.
Will see them through hard times,
the respect they afford each other.
Entwining as flowers on the vine,
teamwork will keep them together.
The respect they afford each other,
as the honeymoon grows cold,
teamwork will keep them together.
Their faith will see them through.
As the honeymoon grows cold,
two hearts begin a journey.
Their faith will see them through,
along with matching bands of gold.
For the contest: Epithalamium
Hosted by: Dr. Ram
Placement: 4th
There are no bands in death
They are in various states
Lifeless in varied postures
Brought for different reasons
Some palsy and age took their toll
Others victims of premature machinations
Many fell from jealous causatives
A lot from envious enemies
Modest number in the line of duty
Protecting the sanctity of fatherland
Oh yes the occupant of this space:
He was the community’s tallest
His height wrestled and intimated iroko trees…
Now vanity
This lady…
I remember
Had a voice sweeter than a Nightingale
Her shrill high pitched soprano
Bordered on the corridors of falsettos
Cracked glasses unending
Vanity upon vanity
There are no bands in death
Bones litter a grave’s mouth
As cleaved and cut wood upon the earth
Philosophical quandary:
Point of no return
Cessation of cessations
‘Fallacy of misplaced concreteness’
An end to spectrum of living
To the living the dead never die:
They are always with us
In songs, stories and legacies
They may fly away never to be seen
Only on JUDGEMENT DAY
The rest is for us to live right
Walking the old paths wherein our Fathers walked
For there are no bands in death.
It took a record producer named Mr. White
to push you four guys to such a dizzying height.
You Erie, Pennsylvania musicians were quite able.
Mr. White signed you to the Play-Tone label.
“That Thing You Do” rocketed up the Billboard charts.
“Shades” and the gang won many young girls’ hearts.
The group got to be something everybody would know
with an appearance on a major network show.
That night, a few inadvertent blunders
placed the band into the classification of “one-hit wonders”.
Their one big hit song turned out to be their final.
Fame and success are fleeting and ephemeral.
Based on the 1997 film “That Thing You Do”
The Jewish people, walked with arm bands
pointing out, how they were different
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
People accepted, what the thought, they could not change,
Courts, enforced the laws of Government,
The Jewish people walked, with arm bands,
Like sheep, the people followed, the words of a man
with eyes blind, he encouraged them to hate,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
Those that disagreed, were forced to obey
your children, the spy's, your courts, his arms
The Jewish people walked with arm bands
We can not fight, we'd lose our job's
What can one man do, against the system
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
For evil to thrive, good people do nothing
to prevent the spread of evil, good people stand up,
The Jewish people walked with arm bands
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
Kevorkian played the fiddle of death.
Fauci (mask on) mouths an alto sax.
Putin taps away on nuclear keys.
Xi bangs away on a drum of disease.
Lap dog Jong taps a tiny tambourine.
While Bunny Biden lip-syncs to an audience of 1.
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One person bands will only ever have two hands,
And a brain held together by rubber bands,
That can snap when followers make too many demands.
How can we expect anything but royal stuff ups?
With so many daily close ups,
With no time to do press-ups,
Before the follow-ups.
How can one size fit all,
When the one holding the only ball,
Is afraid to tell all,
The thoughts that will cause them to fall,
Letting another one person band control the ball.
A one-person band in a world where bigger bands,
With more hands can deliver sweeter sounds,
Throughout the lands,
So fewer people need have blood on their hands,
With trigger fingers receiving a new set of demands,
Makes no sense to those in the stands.
When one-person bands,
No longer work without backup plans,
To shift demands into more hands,
Attached to brains with less demands,
Held together by more than just rubber bands,
The difference will surely be felt in the stands.