Why I Do Not Go to Live Concerts
four wild looking guys with guitars are on tv
wearing pants that are way too tight and too short
jumping around the stage
shouting words that I do not understand but loudly
the audience is screaming happily
people have their hands high in the air
doing some kind of weird wave thing
this is a reminder why I do not go to
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Categories:
concerts, music,
Form: Free verse
The Seasons Concerts
A Shadorma
Summer nights,
staccato crickets,
croaking frogs,
barking dogs;
firefly lanterns reeling ‘round,
an august concert.
Thunder claps,
drum beats echoing
through the clouds,
oh so proud.
They dance with lightening fingers;
concert of the rain.
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Categories:
concerts, animal, insect, nature, poems,
Form: Shadorma
Cosmic Concerts
There are concerts in the sky
playing cosmically on high—
be they grouping in formation
or harmonious creation,
fashioned synesthetically,
astro-energetically,
with conclusion or collusion,
stellar scenes in grand profusion,
gravitationally steady,
starry outbursts brilliant, heady,
like orchestral symphony
from the brass and tympani,
viols, woodwinds, (theoried strings),
to the charms a keyboard brings—
measureless concerti vast
merging present with the past
seamlessly, or so it seems,
as in firmaments
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Categories:
concerts, dream, imagination, music, sky,
Form: Verse
Memories of Frank Zappa Concerts
Quite the guitarist!
He offended just about everyone
But he made some interesting points
He is gone now to his eternal rewards
Which he probably didn't believe in
That was his right of course
And strangely enough for a rock star
He wasn't into drugs
NECCESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION!
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Categories:
concerts, character, memory, music, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Concerts of Madness
Night birds cries…cease suddenly
Sounds approach in drunken glee
The symphony starts, Fate’s curtain parts
Neath time worn, old Oak tree
Rope bound round his neck
A tear trails down his cheek
Moonlight thru’ clotted clouds
Glows sallow, thin and weak
Makeshift gallows
Rusted pickup truck bed
Oak tree…silently
Broods darkly o’er his head
Afar in the darkness
Sound of Gabriel’s horn
In his ears, in an
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Categories:
concerts, black african american, dark,
Form: Elegy