Brasses Poems - Poems about Brasses

...blinkered by formal training counting bright abacus beads of syllables mindful not to step on cracks— rhythm is everything the audience c h e e r s !!! the runner-up jeers— ......

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....CORLEO the robot inspired our venture the robot with navigation control seeking cactus fruit and rare stones the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns embordered in to si......

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...it starts off sounding complicated one them ones thats what you make it sounds and mixes tuned for a band ah singer would say you can't sing over this we say "yes you can' Background singe......

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...The Witches of Garais or the Strega opened an area centered in a bean feild were they invited men from around the world to join the Opera Orchastra The Muses of Men the would have them to perfo......

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...Neosoul and swing a melonic groove is how she fashioned his music. A term of endearment. They styled the ollabartions from words one word supported the other. A circa when with the lyrics. A ......

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...Guitar Violence Chelo Chello Did we say Cellos! Ah ooh vhee Tah; ah ooh Vhee tah! Brasses The night The saxophone Call the women Of need Speak her yours That she refuses Your affectio......

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...Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro, Enduring hardship for centuries, Forcefully uprooted from Savannah, And crying for the moribund race. Remembering the bootless slavery, Discourteously ......

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...every day a betterone improving on those days gone by some might ask you why tell it cause you love me tell them it's cause you care tell them aint nothing like being loved and aint nothing lik......

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...mi@us: listen to mi demo! sing ye that sounds perfect that this perfection pitched in the perfect harmony of your voice the brasses are polished and the woodwinds dusted the violins are restore......

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...In 1961 it’s for a weekend away On a grey winter Friday. Out from London, We drive north on The A10 to the Wash. Beyond Ely it’s flat and bleak. It’s an impression we seek ......

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...This is the third time I’ve done it this year to be honest I feel a pride in being picked to do it but the very thought brings forward a tear. Dress uniform ironed and ready, creases sharp as a kn......

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...The Walk Roans, chestnuts, blacks and greys Stand the line in perfect swathes Tunic buttons and brasses glisten Brave men sit and for orders listen The finest horse out on parade Six hundre......

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