Best Brass Poems
With salt in the air beyond sandy grass
Ocean waves crash on the rocky shore
Under golden sun, shining like brass
Beyond the dunes I could want no more
Where seagulls dive and the sailboats ride
Ocean waves crash on the rocky shore
Seashells float into the caves to hide
Everything rolls in the changing tide
Where seagulls dive and the sailboats ride
The horizon like arms open wide
There lies opportunities to see
Everything rolls in the changing tide
I am beginning to feel so free
There is always new hope to be found
There lies opportunities to see
I laugh with seagulls swirling around
With salt in the air beyond sandy grass
There is always new hope to be found
Under golden sun shining like brass
Heidi Sands
8/10/20
Woke up this morning ready to fly
Each day's an adventure for you and I
Grab the brass ring
Sweet songs to sing
Spread your wings like a pretty butterfly
© Jack Ellison 2015
Athlete kabob meat to skewer
Olympic games meet the sewer
Those ratings too flat
Create new dangers that
Pander to the TV viewer
Gazing across her stately field of daisies, this domain..
Gathering love's bouquet arranging they a repose's vase
In heart's boudoir a shooting star; sitting, atop Scarab's sill.
Brass flower vase
Auctioned by millions
Stood in a nightstand
Rust lines on bottom
Reflect the memories
Encapsulated by time
Gold engraved initials
Symbol of blessed times
Dimmed by regrets
Polished with dedication
Brought back lost shine
Dulled by indifference
Brass that masquerades as gold,
Fit for any photo-fit, a counterfeit concealed.
I know, I know you,
Hiding naive amber under the Sun,
When you need not be devalued.
Glass that tries a diamond life
Won't shine the same despite its cut.
Not fit for their crowns-
The product of sand and not finer science-
But you don't need to be.
Gold is silent; brass can sing,
Your panes aren't made from diamond rings.
To change the way you were when born
Defames the way I love your form.
I thought of you yesterday, just as I did today.
I relished in the romance, wondered why you couldn’t stay.
I reminisced our past love, as tears began to trickle way.
I wallowed in dark misery, at a tattered soul you did betray.
You always said you’d love me, protect and do what’s right.
You never promised to hurt me, nor disappear within the night.
You forever proclaimed your love, with warmth instead of plight.
You distanced yourself loudly, never willing to put up a fight.
We attacked each others charisma, our characters beaten down.
We sheltered ourselves in anger, where neither hope nor love is found.
We smiled upon the evil, upon the darkness and cynicism abound.
We soared through a life of bitterness, never once touching ground.
Their litter mates left one at a time
Except for Sass and Brass
They were worried; were they adoptable?
Would anyone want them?
Don’t worry their mother said. God has a plan.
They were taken together
To a home with an older couple.
They got cuddling and love.
Best of all they cuddled with each other.
Just like when they were first born.
God’s plan was great for them.
BUT THERE’S NO BRASS RING TO REACH FOR
You know what makes my life such a wondrous whirl?
Very little as far as I can think of
Yes, there’s been ladies, women and my first shapely little girl
But I wanted more than just a spiritual love
You know what makes my life a joy?
Nothing that comes to mind
I was ignored when I was a boy
while flames, tears, and disaster is all I’ve ever left behind
You know what makes my life like a carousel?
Nothing I can conjure or envision right now
I know the best amusement park I’ll ever see is hell
And on that Satan took an inflexible vow
No one said that life would be miles of many smiles
My purchase didn’t come with a warrantee
It’s time and tawdriness that hatred defiles
And the best thing about my life sure ain’t me
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
seizing happiness
love flew on gossamer wings
never looking back
Cynthia
Together at all odds
dysfunctional applause
confirms its trained reality
to battle as in reckless scowl
the matter bearing flaws!
Think not appraisingly
some truth the real well spring,
Ah so ~ it's force, that brings to wit
a winning that is still albeit
contention as the core remit!
The realm of sentry's skies
while flowers touch their eyes
memorial of a silenced foe
and justice compromised to row
laid heedlessly ~ their courage stow!
War is for generals ~ they must know
to live to fight ~ continuing show
their names remembered, more than ours,
victors released purged numbers scarred
stay cost assembled ~ trust not marred?
Peace is for equals ~ government pars
who fast and pray and gather jars
for candles to embrace the stars
not fitful timing ~ budget's barred
to rates contention ~ money's ploy!
The Empire's schedule, their nation's buoy
floats more concern for elegance flount
while still what's left comes home to stow
within their wounds, trespassing's count,
teach peace, this warrior's lost war's font!
Rainy evening and
the blues jump out at me!
I've heard that song before -
but not drifting through shallow walls
on Eutaw Street where the sidewalks
Have been rolled up at five...
Rainy evening
and some sly musical note says
"Close your umbrella and come on in,
no need to walk alone!"...
"No Fish Today" on the window...
Is this some kind of freaked out restaurant?
The window unveils no tale -
The music wails on and with a coward's gait,
I go in and there's nothing cooking but
four dudes man!
Cooking nothing but some jazz!
They don't even know it's raining,
Nodody's wet but me!
The high notes of the trumpet dry me off and
I'm not alone any more, that funky sounding
jazz steals my blues away!
"No Fish Today!"
Serving nothing but soul food -
Music Al A Carte!
Midnite and the sun is out!
Cynthia
Brass Star Award
By Franklin Price
06/10/2020
For gallant service to our country
Are the bronze and silver star
Given for above, beyond
And far above the bar
I'm hereby recommending
A new star, made out of brass,
Reserved for those in Washington
Above, beyond, the normal ass
Military not considered
For this medal, we won't toast
Must be ones we have elected
To some most prestigious post
The President can qualify
Also the House and Senate
The executive branch and congress
And anyone who's in it
Some things we must consider
When recommending this award
Most important, taking actions,
We the People can't afford
Following the party lines
When they make so little sense
Proposing laws of little purpose
Never straddling the fence
Not reaching out across the aisle,
No good, if not invented here
Drinking from a champagne glass
When they could have had a beer
Now that they're elected
And they're up there on their own
And don't listen to the people
Who have put them on the throne
If you think, they think, they're royalty
They will surely qualify
For Brass Star, with TP clusters,
As we vote their ass goodbye.
Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below
Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again
Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love's restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier life within
Mother's sensual gusts
Overpowering peaceful chimes
global resting
arresting rhymes
with powerful enculturing space
enlightened green spring out times
up happy,
healthy
Driven by bountiful breeze
and this northbound tidal
grey-blue iconic river
flowing drifts back
and surging forth,
Downstream
yet again back up
in-between
indigenous natured out
spirits in
Chiming outside colonizing industrial windows
noticing
re-connecting stressful winds
and anxious tides
of not so well chimed
compassionate green change
loudly rang
While icecaps,
empowering South
and enlightening North,
silently
soundlessly
melt integrity's just right divine
dividing humane left
Eastern Earth greets Western Sun
chiming resonant hospitality
of eco/theo-logical nurturers
nourishing brass rounds
of resighted
respited
holy sounds.
Upon my way here to visit with, my loving bro ~
While as once more finding myself in need
Of, side stepping all your dark tide poes....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, “Kiss My Brass.”