Long Concert Poems
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III. Shorty Rico continues.
D. She withholds the fact that Shorty Rico's ex- Female friend was
pregant and had moved away. She became pregant and disided to . marry him. Telling everyone she'd been in love before and this guy
was marrage materail.
E. They marry. After the ceromony the grooms father tells his new in-laws
That the other pregnacy was a joke and the lady who started the
rumor atmitted it to him. He coingradualted the newly weds>
IV. The Marrage. He found himself in love and wanted to spoil his wife.
A.People who knew her often befreinded him only
to tell him things about her.Somne really loved her
the others didn't.
B. She and He began playing instruments. and were then apart of
an orchastra.
C. She cheated with a guy in a box truck, and became pregant.Even w which Shorty Rico stayed and called the child his.
D. On stage before a national audience during a Concert in
a very popular city. Shorty Rico and the Baby Daddy fought
tooth and nail gaining national attention.
E. National exposure got them contracts in new areas.
The wife of Shorty Rico wore a poncho with nothing under it
modeling in a very well known magizine.
F. Shorty Rico signed a contract with a Territorail Wrestling Outfit
in the Pacific Northwest.
G.They remarried and continued there relationship to include
the new Baby Daddy.
“The silence fades with a soft embrace”
in the undulating landscape with swerving life stream.
The concert of murmur cascades with mesmeric melody
in the rapture ripples of the whispering breeze,
the sound of music flies past me, braced by spell of silence.
My aloneness walks me in the desolate wasteland
with my serrated shadow trailing your fading footprints
through the quietude of the sequined moonbeam,
until you see me as a spellbound quintessence,
configured in the silhouetted contours of silence.
Touched by faint flow of silence your face glows vibrant,
the radiant beauty flows with charming trance
through my enthralled still senses.
My gleaming heart dances to the tune of music,
as you make the serenading silence within me so unique.
As the rising sun tints your charismatic calmness
with the patina of hued tide in the sea of tranquility,
I swim blissfully in its amorous waters
with my dreams dancing in the rhythm of aureate yearning
in the shimmering shore of swathing golden silence.
The inspiration for today’s poem…I found beneath my feet…
as I began my walk this morning…in a guitar stain on the street.
Last night we attended a concert at a friends house…where we sat off in the wings…and listened to Walter Parks serenade us…tells us stories…and coax his guitar to sing.
Walter Parks backed up Richie Havens for 10 years, was at Woodstock…he knew Jimi Hendrix too…
If you don’t know about Woodstock, Richie or Jimi…well…I kind of feel sorry for you.
They gave us the first music that imprinted on our souls back when we were bell-bottomed and tie-dyed dressed…They are part of the reason my generation knows its music is the best.
Walter played us his versions of song from Woodstock…it was a wild nostalgic romp…then played us songs and hollers…music from his roots in the Okefenokee Swamp.
It’s just our luck after Woodstock, Richie and Jimi…after all the fanfare and the pomp…that Walter found a way to discover…music in a swamp.
Hauntingly soulful…beautiful hollers and ballads we hadn’t heard before…
and as any great musician does…he left us wanting more.
The fact you might not know Walter…that he is not as famous as Woodstock, Richie or Jimi…doesn’t cause him any pain…
because, as he likes to point out…
he is already a rock star in many cities in Spain.
Walter reminds us that although we’ve all come a long way after Woodstock…
following different paths…
down different tracks…
every now and then it’s great to come together…
to remember…
to look back…
And how at any time in life…
inspiration could be just beneath our feet….
we might find it in a swamp…
or in a guitar stain on the street.
Proud parents gathered for the fifth grade band presentation.
The kids labored long and hard to enhance their musical education.
'Twas the band's first concert since its recent organization.
The harried teacher approached it with a sense of trepidation!
Moms and dads endured the commotion at home for many weeks,
As their blossoming prodigies practiced and honed their techniques.
Suffering through the blare of trumpets, the bleat of saxaphones,
The wail of clarinets and oboes, the atonal pitch of trombones!
The girls were dressed in white blouses and black, slinky skirts.
Boys wore dark trousers, black bow ties and snow-white shirts.
Each of the girls had a pretty ribbon adorning her hair.
Boys had even combed their hair - which was very rare!
Teacher apprehensively grasped her baton and waved the downbeat.
The program began with a simple rendition of "Bonaparte's Retreat."
At the end of the concert a heartwarming thing occurred.
The audience rose exclaiming, "Twas the sweetest music ever heard!"
Though at times they were not in tune and the tempo somewhat slow,
They proudly gave it their best and put on a wonderful show!
Was a spark in a child's soul that night fanned into a flame,
Boosting his or her enthusiasm to strive for musical acclaim?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The Musician and the Poet-
See the playing of the musician
I think he's angry at the admission
He finds it hard to see the concert
Overshadowed by the kind turret
She is but a clever poet poetess
Admired as she sits upon an acquisition
Her lab top she writes verses like tapping a tambourine
typing out sounds runs of ole clementine
She's not alone she brings a drum
A pet dog a flamingo, that quite a forum
The flamingo likes to chase keys on piano
especially one that's with Diana
The musician shudders at the delightful pencil
Sheet music leaves but it wants the bensel
Poetess Diana needs music theory lessons
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Things need to get straight
Somewhere there are pearly gates
Using goodness as bait
White and mystical
Healthy and physical
Then there is standing there in the street
A man filled with theatrical heat
Underneath the dark sky
Shifting through the stage reality lie
Illuminated by a lamp
Similar to the dock at the crystal lake camp
Reading casting ads
All seem tasteless and bad
Decided to go
To the one called ‘a picture show’
What was this?
Low budget biz?
“It could be an opera like the star-studded Tommy
Or G rated James Bond magical car where the kids can go with Mommy”
Said the marketing pro
Who was ‘in the know’
Displaying advice
Being nice
Claiming to be an expert
Side hustling selling his concert shirt
Rocky idea originally failed
Got out of jail
Finding bail
Came back
From critic’s attack
Going the distance
Having persistence
Never needed a sequel
To equal
The first one
Still is so much fun
Shown at midnight
Not really looking for a fright
Instead wanting partying might
Tonight, somewhere plays a band
In a garage or on the sand
They mimic a song
Tempting and wrong
About a bat who got out of hell
A story the lyrics did tell
As they turn into who they really are
Visiting friends hanging at the bar
Telling them soon they will spend what is in the tip jar
Observing from above
Wearing a heavenly usher’s glove
Now filled with love
An inexpensive piece of meat
Late hours add ketchup, it is a delightful treat
Enjoying bread and wine
Payment for his time
Realizing he really did shine
Down there
Taking the youthful sinful dare
Entertaining using character flair
For all to share
Until we all gather up there
Over meatloaf that is now gourmet
And to be frank ‘he did it his way’
4th of July
Carnival magic
On the town “square”
Parade for the kids
Crepe paper bike spokes
Goats dyed pink by my Aunt Marjorie
Small town America
Fresh corn on the cob
Oozing with butter
Red and white checked plastic tablecloths
Blowing off picnic tables.
Cold watermelon slices
Pink cotton candy and warm funnel cakes
Joyful screams from carnival rides
Docile ponies for the three-year-olds
High school band
Concert in Gazebo
Sweat running down their backs
Children exhausted
Falling asleep on blankets
As the firemen set off fireworks at the park
Everyone leaves smiling
Perfect 4th of July
Just like last year
Sun shines bright through the window
I feel no heat
Snow lay on the ground bright
I’ve lay hidden on the asphalt
My smile hidden somewhere deep in frost
Heavy sighs come and go
Where did you come from
How long will you last this time
I trip over the sunlight
down to the ground
Falling fast
Sinking faster
When I hit the ground
concert I found
For I could down no further
The rays of sunshine laugh at my back
The darkness caress my face
To rise is to pervil
For I must rise at some point
But to stay still
To let the darkness I see hold me tight
The heavy sighs to act as a mattress
This is easier
This is where I belong
I long for a warm hand to take me away
To rest forever more
Is any thing I say meaningful?
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we spent many hours talking about
lounging
sorted differences seeking fun
our time for planning had taught us
that our next venture had begun
Words out loud mde it officail
we'd been cordnating things
there is a fine line between prudent
and parinoid
sometime just do your thing
every mention is challenged
an obstacle to overcome
sometimes advice is undermining
you never know where it's coming from
take sometime smooth the edges
done cursed a many still
ask my lord for forgivness
you might think that such is a thrill
Damn the alternaters busted
gotta fix it all over again
you might think I like this situation
trust me it's ah bitter pill
in the weird nothingness
I found some releif
the stress of contridiction
has strenghtened my belief
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Big City Music Tour: Thank God we were invited
From Del Rio to Coyanosa Music Concerts
she is the tresurer and doesn't see need for
a new or newer Concert bus.
Dang alterer slited again.
aint today Coq Au Vin Day?
National Coq Au Vin Day: thank ya very much!
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Catch a Weasel Asleep
Upon my word It all came true,
Sky turned Green and Earth was blue,
Fish didn’t swim but they could walk,
Sheep wore hats and learnt to talk.
Cockroach roamed six feet tall,
Slaying dragons, for they are small,
Eagles fell from pure green sky,
Shed their wings could no longer fly.
Fox strolls town during light of day,
Greeting strangers, it’s just his way.
Tiger’s tamed eating berry fruit,
Rats attack men in pin stripe suit.
Mankind turns human, honest and good,
Walking land where giants stood.
World is spinning upside down,
Man, in the Moon bemoans and frown.
Penguins wear trews by Louis Versace,
Playing concert piano like Liberace.
Ice caps melting flooding the land,
Paupers and Porpoise go cap in hand.
Life on Earth is in reverse,
Pollution and noise only make things worse,
If you ever catch a Weasel asleep,
The end is nigh; time to weep.