Best Maracas Poems

My rhino can play the flute
And is good at the maracas to boot
Alas he is quite forlorn
For his flute bangs into his horn
So now he...

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the water pounds on the asphalt like a drummer to a drum 
and the wind blows in a mobius pitch whistling tunes through its hum...

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A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows

C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D...

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From all over they coming
See them parking every where
All kinds of food they bringing
Rum, sweet drinks and cold beer

See them on the beach walking
Under the...

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Space Hoppers, Power Cuts, Texan Bars & Playschool,
Record Players, Tiny Tears, Ford Capri’s (I thought were cool),
Bag Puss, Mrs Thatch, Wonder Woman, Rainbow,
George, Zippy, Rod...

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Dedicated to Henry Miller

She floats to me towards, like a Jazz... 
Defiantly jumps in my green back yard.
She’s waltzing through the fence in Sunday morning....

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When down San Fernando
 See my cousin on Coffee Street
 I said “hey what’s up cousin
 Been a long time we haven’t meet

“Man you change...

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EDIBLE    MUSIC

The garlics are on grand piano in the corner,
Playing alone because  of their halitosis.
After  making each other’s mouth water,
Clever...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
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Arsenals of axes brought by the crate
Pedals increasing experimental
Trashy dissections of raw cityscapes
NYC rockers gone transcendental
 
Static blasts shredding the off-key high pings
Maracas hit toms...

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Chicken wang, chicken wang
Just hangin with my homies...
Eatin some baloney

Freaky thang, freaky thang
Just hangin with my groupie
Eatin something fruited

Orangutan, orangutan
Just hangin in da jungle
Try in...

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Accordion, keyboard for the Highland Fling
Bell, an idiophone in percussion sing

Clarinet, of woodwind joys
Drums, so loud for the noisiest of boys

Ektara, from India the one...

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The story of the unknown
Has been unravelled
And now the weak, strong and fearless
Have all fled on their heel 
Leaving that blameless child in a shattering...

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How long must I be in the dark room?
Staring into emptiness
Thy feet is treasured
Roll on the floor with me
Expressing love intoxicated 
with sexual touch

Dance with...

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Maracas off beat 
Warm aroma of butter
Drums bouncing down stairs

By Robb A. Kopp
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