Best Fanfare Poems
winter now exits
the spring orchestra strikes up ~
fanfare for rebirth
Written 4th March 2021.
Fall are glowing of gold
Flooding of nice colors
Flutter neurotic leaves
Fruitful trees with apples
Frost on the creek at night
Foretaste of the winter
Flashbacks ... summer pleasures
Used and checked on://www.howmanysyllables.com
Each line has 6 syllables
(poem in the Pleiades form)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
23.09.2016
Royal Fanfare
Royal wedding plans;
Pageantry fit for a King,
All the world awaits.
Limelight, band music, fanfare
Politicians love gala affairs
Hidden in secret plans sealed
Who would have thought such a deal
By politicians who seemingly care
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLMVB0B1_Ts
Aaron Copeland's "Fanfare for the Common Man"
Drums play
ears listen
Visions display
eyes glisten.
The quiet burns
as freedom yearns.
Trumpeters announce
man's every ounce.
Distant thunder sounds
love should abound.
Embrace the words, the message
of life's echo, its solitary vestige.
Here we live and proudly stand
the everyday un-common man
Struggling to live well from birth
before we leave this hallowed earth.
In looking back who we are, what will we see
the good people we struggled so hard to be?
What will or should be mankind's epitaph
as God separates us from the weed and chaff?
In the end, money, prestige and power will be undone
and individual lives forgotten in the rising and setting sun.
Yet in the shadowed past something might remain
purpose and presence in release of these chains.
Play soft and loud the song to be unsung
and silence the words and lies of tongues.
We are people born once to being honest and sincere
where are we now from promises - far off or closely near?
Sound the instruments and play the song
man has made his mark loud and strong
Last farewells may quickly come
as self centered dreams succumb.
In his final and departing absence
comes return of nature's balance.
In the end
we are simply men.
Summer winds down, autumn appears
Leaves upon ground from deciduous trees
Foliage now rustic ebbs slowly away
Animals gather food for winters stay.
Webs that glisten from wet morning dew
Misty white curtains blurs scenery view
Rituals and sacrifices in old days of past
Thanking God's harvest and future ones last.
Daylight grows shorter - long nights begin
Bonfire nights and apple bobbing
Parents and children carving pumpkins
Ghosts annual night visit at Halloween.
Horse chestnuts seeds - conkers kids play
Blackberries grow plenty, wild fruit of the day
Autumns rich colours, beauty fanfare
Natures painted canvas and artistic flair.
07.09.21
zealotry yawping within un
pretentious sporty, quirky,
oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy,
edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs
to disseminate, a quick
literary flourishing brushstroke
no on nest to dog lie 'n, tie gears
(tigers) boot this chap bears,
who copped, dropped,
plopped out of college devoid of any careers,
and wandered the globe after
searching classifieds for reign leaderless deers
this buck rogers wannabe could be doe ting,
and assist sleigh get off the ground
on account of his Dumbo ears,
despite abomination, hesitation, and trepidation
to push comfort zone and exposure therapy skyward
in order to over nervousness about being in high places
plus countless other fears,
and an extreme intervention measure considered,
would be brain transplanat with that of another,
whose mental cogs and gears
and a canine like audibility acute as a hares
means to sprint at light speed if senses
being caught in the cross hairs of a gun barrel,
whose fate doomed demise almost insnares,
yet PETA type person would loathe any jeers
if any animal alluded to characterized
heading toward harm
and in reality, this heir,
who favors knitwears
with pink frilly (“I HATE BOYS”) panties,
would put his measly life on the line,
cuz aye believe every creature own right to live,
whether they dwell in damn trees or underground lairs,
oh..., or kept in stable condition
of ca horse hi mean mares
a barn strewn with hay during the day
to fend off pitch black ominous sounds
Equus ferus caballus (Hardy
as a mountain Laurel),
but quite susceptible to nightmares
thus some veteranarians strongly suggest
cloth eye elastic lined ocular shades,
but please make sure Mister Ed,
or his ilk doth newt overhears.
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Americana's
music for the common man
Touching heart and soul
Aaron Copland's "Fanfare for the Common Man"
In silence, we watch shadows pass.
They shape our thoughts and feed the farce.
Moulding lives to fit the lies
that see us strive, conform and die.
And scared of what we do not know,
we do not move or seek to go.
But idle in their well-known forms.
Find safety in such practised norms.
There is no need to speculate;
the shadows teach us fear and hate.
Breed small world views and selfish thoughts.
Dispense with troubling shoulds and oughts.
It matters not what's right or wrong,
so long as we all nod along.
Accept those preached invented truths,
and justify each new abuse.
While newborn Gods, those few rich men,
close liberty's gate and lock the pen.
Embrace what once seemed quite absurd;
they are the path, we are the herd.
In barless cages, with blinkered eyes,
bearing witness to corpocracy’s rise.
The missing light upon that wall
...an absence which now stains us all.
The song reflects like a deep pool.
The sunset's a floating gemstone.
Melody moves me then oh so slow.
The fresh playing of instruments.
Strong voices sing the inspired songs.
Young women dance on the sidelines.
And the young men watch them closely.
A solo guitar plays the lead.
Other instruments soon join in.
The energy is powerful.
Then they all end at the same time.
A lone saxophone starts a sweet sound.
Then the music fades and people leave.
All in a single mind they move.
Eyes meeting and smiles matching.
The moment's somehow expanded.
There is momentary fanfare.
Every Eye a body camera.
To lend to future descendants.
To honor times when love ruled.
When love is what was important.
For it's what would open the door...
The door to our forgotten dreams!
7/20/21
Holy Days, Christmas, worship and pray;
Hallowed! our Lord and Savior’s birthday.
Hope's celebration leaves me dumbstruck;
Hectic plans take charge, running amok.
Hurry, scurry, flurry; tempers flare;
Hate these vibrations from hell's fanfare.
Hanukkah too can leave folks obsessed;
Hearts forgetting how much God has blessed.
Holiday delight, joys can increase
Harbored in love, in grace, in peace.
December 19, 2020
Daffodils march around an oak tree
fanfares from buttery throats,
yellow notes flutter as light
as butterflies.
Pond circling a pool of sunlight,
ducks circling the sun,
a child's red kite tugs
at invisible strings,
I let go of the sky.
She takes me into the night...
where my love rests...
her love my frequent
visitor...
she conquers all stress...
she bathes my love in
her tenderness...
her kiss reveals to me...
the passion of her love...
this message delivered
independently initially
from above...
the giving of a loving
soul...
an angel sacrificed...
this surrender worthy
of her belief...
for when ever she
stands near me
her smile...
...glows all over me...
I dreamt about a wedding
The couple wearing jeans,
Cowboy boots and flannel shirts
In a meadow near a stream
Two onyx rings presented
Everything so right
Americana music
Played into the night
With moon and stars as witness
He took his country bride
And placed his lips on top of hers
His love no more to hide
Then when the fête was over
Just her and him were there
Alone, these two together
With no ado and no fanfare
nose pressed in a book
too studious for my own good
better go outside