Best Saxophones Poems
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
Categories:
saxophones, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Tonight I went out Swinging for the very first time
Now the title has grabbed your attention – I hope you will read my rhyme!
Tonight I went to hear The Manx Swing Band
The best musicians throughout the land
Don Elliot and Terry Quayle have been members right from the start
Forty years in the band - they have never been apart
Classic swing tracks we all love to hear
In the interval you can even have a beer
Fabulous melodies and tunes from many years ago
With saxophones swinging gently to and fro
We began with ‘On the Sunny Side of the Street’
As soon as I heard it I was tapping my little feet
Begin the Beguine drifted gently from the stage
In 1938 this song was all the rage
Over the Rainbow – oh what a beautiful song
When they played this track I just wanted to sing along
Moon River brought a tear to my eye
It’s a favourite of mine and even now it makes me cry
Moonlight Serenade and In the Mood by the fantastic Glen Miller
American Parade and Little Brown Jug, sure were a crowd thriller
A medley of Beatles songs and then some James Bond Themes
Such wonderful music I shall hear it in my dreams
New York New York chords swiftly came along
The band can’t resist playing a great Sinatra song
Next was Duke Ellington’s Take The A Train
Now I’ve heard that tune I can’t get it out my brain
I am sure that you can see I’ve had the most amazing night
If I told my mum I’d gone ‘Swinging’ she may get a dreadful fright
When you see this poem's title please don’t get it into your head
That something I put in black and white means I’m jumping into bed!
Jan Allison
16th March 2014
Categories:
saxophones, humorous, music, mum,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking stick stroking limestone paths
sunshine warming these patina hands-
A fleeting chorus of gold winged finch,
God sashaying over cherry wood violins-
Turtles playing dominos on mossy stones
amidst cattails and croaking saxophones-
Cardinal splashing in blue spruce pines
emerald hoppers popping out a nursery rhyme-
Maple leaves flaunting sweetened faces
blue jean angels sowing quilts for earth's day-
2/16/19
Categories:
saxophones, earth day,
Form:
Couplet
A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!
Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones blast these veins...
until intoxicated head convulses,
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso
gyring in motions unknown—
the cortisol of anticipation surging
adrenaline doses gushing...just then,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto,
higher than high in a climatic lift;
my whole body possessed without Reasons
on Fantasy’s electric stage—
Another grasp of dismembering reality lures
where smoky thirst begs for more notes;
an elevated zing which drugs my soul …
yet, nights ask for more live concerts.
4/17/2019
For Anthony Slausin: Your Amphetamine Contest
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Earth, Wind and Fire Live Performance
Manila, 2009
Lead Singer: Philip Bailey/ Songs: Reasons, Fantasy
Sample video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1FN6X_86NY
Categories:
saxophones, music, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
What's go great about New Orleans, Louisiana, is that of its jazz music and its voodoo culture. The city has been known as "The Big Easy" since the 1800s. It seems that all of the tourists from across the United States have considered New Orleans their favorite vacation spot. There's always a Mardi Gras every day, we've got people throwing beads at each other, jazz musicians playing their instruments (the saxophones, trumpets, etc.), and people dress in costumes every single day. But what's so great about New Orleans, Louisiana, most of all is that when spring breakers come to the city for spring break, even when they're still going to college. Everybody knows that the Big Easy is also known for its Cajun cooking, especially when the chefs are known for making a lot of jambalaya, gumbo, and a lot of Cajun foods. And what's so great about New Orleans, Louisiana, is when MTV was there, especially when the MTV network executives had been recording episodes of "The Real World:" one back in 2000, the other was back in 2010. New Orleans, Louisiana, is the strongest city in America, even though it was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina back in August 2005. But the famous street best known by New Orleans, Louisiana, most of all is the French Quarter and and one of New Orleans' favorite landmarks is the St. Louis Cathedral. And the New Orleans Arena and the Louisiana Superdome are home to the New Orleans Hornets (NBA-National Basketball Association) and the New Orleans Saints (NFL-National football League). Even the late Louis Armstrong was from the city. Well, I hope to go to New Orleans, Louisiana, one day. And if the City of New Orleans were to stay on the map for a long time, it's going to be like a Mardi Gras on a Saturday night and Fat Tuesday in the afternoon.
Categories:
saxophones, adventure, on writing and
Form:
Ode
The stage was being set.
I needed to get out of the way so that I
Would not end up squashed by the stage's immense size.
Yet even as the edges of the stage did nudge me, I could
Feel the softness all around.
Then I started to hear the notes of distant music all around me,
And started to walk a bit in order to check out more of my surroundings.
I come up to pen which contained a large black bull whose name was Sombrero.
Sombrero I know is a strange name for anything or anyone as it is the Spanish
Word for hat.
I know that sometimes that the color black can mean death yet the flip side of Black can mean strength.
There was more life popping up around me as many people in colorful clothing Appeared all around me.
Spanish influence all around me...Mariachis played their instruments, the brass of saxophones, the beat of tambourines which were held up high in the sky, the Guitars were being played so skillfull.
I walked along slowly with a smile.
There was a huge table off to the side where sweet ladies piled our plates high With tamales, chimmis,tacos, refried beans and rice, then they handed us cups of Lemonade to slake our thirst.
Then toward the front of the stage there the host sat on a high throne like Chair as he oversaw the merriment take place.
This gentleman wore a suit and a matching top hat ... both checkered in black And white. I walked up to him in the way of greeting.
He tilted his head and looked straight into my eyes. He was clearly also of Spanish decent. I kissed him on top of his head. His smiled deepened and his eyes were very glad.
When I woke the music continued to play on.
Categories:
saxophones, beautiful, celebration, destiny, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
The concert Band
A work of reeds, air, and hands
Reading sheet music isn’t easy
And our uniforms are anti-sleazy
All instruments must be in tune and time
Otherwise we sound like a broken chime
The flutes sound sweet and dainty – like a fairy
A piccolo can go so high it’s scary
Our key of music is set in the key of C
When we are in tune we sound so pretty
Clarinets are reeded
When they squeak, earplugs are needed.
They play way too soft; you must strain to hear
And you have to be quite nearfor that my dear
Saxophones are loud, reeded, and sqeaky
Sometimes they can be quite spit leaky
Those sweaty neckstraps are almost like ties
You could wear it with a suit and look like one of those classy rich guys
Trumpets range in color - silver or gold
Their sound is quite bold
They have valves of three
And all the fingerings are quite easy
French Horns are very hard to play
Tis hard to get the note you want to stay
You have to put your hand in the bell
The smell is totally not swell
Then the oboe and the bassoon.
Oboe sound high and sqeaky, and the bassoon sounds like a loon
Both reeds are double and small
And they arent quiet at all
Percussion is the busiest part to every band
They dont use air or reed; they use thier hands
They keep the tempo for the most part of the time
All of the precussion instruments cost one thousand times a dime
Trombones are made of brass and a slide
If they're loud, your hearing is fried
Stand to close, you'll get hit
Ive heasrd that hurts quite a bit
Without the conductor. we wouldn't be a band
They can change tempo with a flick of a hand
They control everything; we bow to your wow
They tell us where to end and when to play now
Categories:
saxophones, art, funny, imagination, music,
Form:
The music exploded
Into a thousand heartbeats.
We glided down rainbows of organ
Melodies, becoming drenched
In the golden light of twin
Saxophones.
We played on the trampolin of
The drummer's beat.
Andy Ennis (Sax)
Mikey Fields (Sax)
Claude Liggons (Organ)
Ralph Fisher (Drums)
Let The Music Play
Allen Houser On Trumpet
Gabriel heard the note and
put his horn away,
shamed before the angels
by some earthling whose music
made Alice forget why she was
in wonderland
and the
Sun
Moon
and
Stars
dance together
and that
Is
Heavy!
The Joe Clarke Trio Plus 1
Michael Smith On Drums
We gonna march
While
You
Play!
It's not marching music
But
We gonna march
anyway!
Phil Harris on Bass
My bass man
walked a thousand miles tonight
carrying 200 people on his back,
his fingers doing the walking and
he's not even listed in the yellow pages
under
Genius
Or
Prophet...
Incompetence
Every place you go!
Joe Clark
His saxophone rippling,
notes dance and scatter...
We cup them in the pockets
of our hearts,
Applaud and
send them home
To
Heaven!
Baltimore, Maryland
Cynthia
Cynthia
Categories:
saxophones, husband, music, music, music,
Form:
Free verse
Saxophones blaring Deep voices bellowing out Smoked filled rooms Whiskey bottles half-empty More color than not Going on three nobody cares No prying eyes Nobody stares Guitar strings are crying out A womans voice echoes the room Tearful memories being held back Outside in the street Loud voices screaming Police sirens can be heard Above the pouring rain A clarinet begins to scream Silence fills the room Then a trumpet begins it`s rage Blaring notes out wildly Above the beating of the drums Voices join in Smiles now can be seen On all the faces Chasing away the blues
Categories:
saxophones, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Jazz & Blues music is a delight to every soul seeking a ray of moonlight,
even Madonna and Beyonce wear the kind of jazzy clothes
that attract handsome guys on city streets and in fancy clubs...
hear those loud saxophones that make everyone dream at night!
Jazz & Blues music is very popular in sunny Napoli...
the beautiful city on the azure and peaceful bay;
listen to the song, " Naples is..." sung by Pino Daniele: it's the spirit
of a-once-suppressed people, now shrugging off prejudice and doubt!
And New Orleans, once devastated by Katrina still echoes
with the sounds of Jazz & Blues despite it's many visible woes;
the twin cities embrace the same music to uplift them in very tough days...
while hoping for a better and brighter tomorrow that will offer many joys!
Categories:
saxophones, beautiful, hope, joy, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Salve for the soul in healing sound
Rhythms balm spreads in division
Lifts the hour high
Explodes the troubled mind to calm
Birds Interpret song on wild notes
Orchestrations with crescendos fly
Rise with symphonic melted hearts
Murmuring violins, strings together, meld
Overtures dawn with the song respond
Repeating every measure operatic
Movements operate on scores created
On levels not recorded simply on their merit
Far from civilization primal saxophones blast
Jazz discordant jungles awake inhabitants
Afraid, stir in the fields, collaborate
Instruments strike a wonder cord, relax
Falling rain that drops one note away
Stay up any way
Try not to reason with the rain
On pastures pure meandering
Rock and roll misgivings earthquake the dead
Bring them back to life with melodies
Raw streaming strings and drums, melodic sounds
Listeners never miss a beat, good enough to eat
Green waves of grass will laugh in harmony
Grow closer to an open concert stage
Quiver for an instant explanation
One that never came
Nearer than you will ever be
To solid ground in symphony
Feel a mystery evolve unsolved
Far from the here and now
There is something in the air not there, perhaps salvation
Far from the common cold, almost a religion, not quite a song
In musics realm, tilted towards the left, the brass section
Trombones for sure to settle the final score finale
Categories:
saxophones, absence, adventure, appreciation, image,
Form:
Quatrain
Silent saxophones sing the reverberating echoes, the songs of the night as chirping crickets conduct
Violin strings drip flavor into each moment with melodies like embroideries of serenades
Cream painted roses lie lusciously on helpless guitars scenting the sound of earth’s praise like would the balm of Gilead on her skin
Speaking to her the languages of sanity, eternity’s cadence as the flute whispers the culture of angels
The romantic noises of trumpets sensual resound at the site of wingless butterflies on deciduous trees as water lilies are teased by bracken ferns
Conifers whisper the tales of organisms in various ecological niches
As osmosis dances across semi-permeable membranes balancing the division of symbiosis while diffusion spreads the news via ~ between harp’s hips
While enabling the stealth of each chord’s intensity to penetrate with dramatic fragility,
Dissolving ~ melting ~ stripping the exotic essences of resonant reasoning
Leaving her to ponder among realities, fairy tales, abstract nights and concrete dreams?
Categories:
saxophones, on writing and words,
Form:
fly me to belgium
for i want to meet the queen
and get a glimpse of
the man who is the reigning king
fly me to belgium
for the festivals and things
i'd run with the hip
and ageless in the cool streets
fly me to belgium
for i want to see dinant
hear those saxophones
and get lost in all that jazz
Categories:
saxophones, flying, life, music, people,
Form:
Free verse
We half-hearts cling as scaffold
Mouths of cellophane statements
Morphia inducing as our eyes talc-storm over
Seeing nothing in everything
Like a tank we collide, by the
Edges of a summer vortex pushing as bulimia
It is only the intoxication of drink talking
However, I am yet to take even one mute glass
Empty bottles clutter regardless like rats swan-necked
And corner-slipped like zymotic casings
Speaking slow theremin thunders
Water-washed into neck-delicate walls meeting
Vapour hitting equal to bullets or butterflies
Equations of minus mixed with minus
A downward spiral of blitz-neon roars
Sekt and saxophones hitting like opium
To a rotten core; and I'm sure you remember
If you do then I hate you, and if not you disgust me
How I gave your apple back and
How my Bohemia is your gate
And how my gait is quite unassuming
But again, my sweet heart, it is only a larynx painting the air
With a true-to-type blue-blooded red-devilled roar.
Categories:
saxophones,
Form:
Free verse
This jazz pallete weeps with greed
for the return of some bebop
and crooning bleeds.
Neon flagships that lit the night
with saxophones
and trumpets bright.
This bird bottled in country twang
is popping the cork
for some bluesy swang.
Spinning the vinyl under needled arm
baritones ripple
as nerves are darned.
Shattered glass begins to mend
as the mellow tones
declare the end.
Grooves of doo-wop will pep the step
when all that’s encumbered
has been swept.
Dat dootin doo-dat is where it’s at
as to these artists
I tip my hat.
Taking a dip in the oldie’s spring
lessens the rhythm
of living stings.
© Debra Squyres 01/24/16
Categories:
saxophones, music,
Form:
Free verse