In my recommendation of my syncopation
Gathering of humanoids rhythmic sensations
copulation dramatization rescape Rufus reggae beats
Ginuwine Drumline rat a tat tat
attack on this yet you're all that
Blilighten crest muscles flex
myself being sweet to myself
I can release by myself
when I'm by myself
I am the glory of the rhythm person above and below dancing in the streets walking
Attuned yet sleeping awaken in summers dream
I witness
as I write this
Boom a bout' a bing drum beat
Tis beat mi rhythm my
Mine boom ta bangity crept
As I, write a beat to myself
Booya
Categories:
drumline, adventure, appreciation, dance, humanity,
Form: Lyric
Summer Minstrels and Songsters
Crickets
Summer songsters
Music of the night
Back porch lullabies, serenade
Singers
Newborn
Cicadas buzz
Yawn and stretch in warm sun
Bright eyes see magnolia trees
Minstrels
Summer
Fireflies twinkle
Magic song of stars
Like suspended bits of glitter
Flash Dance
Buzzing
Grasshopper tunes
Vibrate like a drumline
Invites lovers to sing along
Duets
Chirping
Katydids trill
Rhythmic beats of improv
In pulsating choruses
Of blues
Whirr of
Dragonfly wings
Soft downbeats
Solstice troubadours sing alto
Crooners
Categories:
drumline, song, sound, summer,
Form: Cinquain
I sometimes find it hard to believe
that there is anyone more ignorant than me.
Listening to the drumline in an old song,
newly discovered patterns that go along,
although I have heard the piece countless times before.
I then learn there are many aware of such lore.
I listen to two women talk and realize the edge
and the depth of their assumptions and knowledge
of the human condition far exceeds that of mine,
despite I so exceed them in years of time.
I often wonder how many tolerate
and humor me for old time's sake,
and secretly think, "Well, maybe someday,
someday, he will finally find his way.
Categories:
drumline, allegory,
Form: Rhyme