Best Bandstand Poems

When I'm blue and need something to make me smile
I can turn on my forty fives and listen for a while
Jimmy Gilmer sang about a...

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It was there, just by chance, we were caught unprepared
Staring, surprised, into eyes of the past
I'd been watching the ducks as they circled the pond
It...

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A rose named Brighton 
For your funeral flowers
A stunning golden yellow hue
The place you were born Son
But now sadly gone Son
This yellow rose so...

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Jack was sitting poker faced 
With bullets backed by bitches.
Neal hunched at the wheel 
Puttin everyone in stitches.
He was braggin 'bout 
This nurse he'd screwed,...

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Over by the corner the bandstand plays on 
next to the cotton candy wagon and the clown 
Its a circus act full of people and...

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I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall. 
  I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call. 

   I am, Boss,
it’s the...

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Post-hippie and pre-disco kids were we,
not clearly fitting one sole category.
Girls dressed formal for our biggest dance.
No short-shorts or those fab bell-bottom pants.
Exploring options at...

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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...

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American Bandstand, Aqua Velva Ads, Aretha Franklin, and, the Andy Griffith Show
Black lights, Bewitched, bean bag chairs, beads, Batman and the Beatles
Cleopatra, Corvairs, Corvettes, Chevelles,...

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I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings

And Beanie rides a...

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They called him Jumper

He preferred  Prancer

When he was happy he would prance

Giant circles of joy

And the dizziness

Too many beers and staggers

For 365 days waiting...

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It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too...

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We stroll the wharf by morning dew
and watch the tall ships passing through
as sunrise paints the ocean blue 
in golden hue, in golden hue.
 
We...

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Soothing hush of dusks's dimming
silver glow, softly whispers sweet adieu
to the day.

Tall, lanky tulips take a bow, proud 
of brightly hued gowns on Spring's 
fashion...

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Somewhere beyond the lengths of time

I wrote a verse, a little rhyme.

He wandered out in winter's clime.

And ended up in Anaheim,

Fast on the road to...

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