Long Double bass Poems

An ode must be written to the player of strings
Thanking them for the joy their playing brings
Reminiscent to a puppet master they strike the strings
Like a ventriloquist with seemingly voicelessness the object sings.

Sometimes seated or...

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When I was a boy of two or three,
My dad and cousin said to me;
'You'll be the gee-tar player in a big folk band',
‘'With those six little fingers on your right webbed hand',
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So he went...

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    My dear miss Camella, you move with such grace, 
    And your lips are so sweet, flies swarm round your...

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Oompah Whoomp).....do you like the groove
Pling Plicka Pling).......it moves me when you sing
Oompah Whoomp)......Scat dew wanna OOh we do
Plinga Plinga Plung).... ya'll groovin got people dancing
Oompah whoomp)......dancing dancing (whoo1!)


plagerizzato la mia musica
perche sono meno conosciuto

Mi...

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Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass. 
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and...

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In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds
Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds
Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass
Played with webbed fingers and a dash of southern sass
Two of them will...

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When I awoke, I found I was in a different land
stood amongst trees and flowers made of sand
still holding the tv Tuna in my hand.
I walked in through the Crabs side door
and Floundered, couldn't feel...

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APPASSIONATO

He made overtures to her,
With the time-honoured chat-up line,
“We could make sweet music together;
I want to make you mine.”

She conducted herself quite cautiously;
Remained composed and calm.
A duet might be pleasant;
And he certainly had charm.

But she...

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Washing out the stains,he deceived me into believing that.
A story that stirs the imagination,iam constrained to leave.
He was subject to periods of euphoria and dreadful depression.
Do you call this monstrosity a work of art?
I made...

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FIT AS A FIDDLE

I used to be fit as a fiddle
When I was in my prime.
I could run the London Marathon 
In a perfectly reasonable time.

I would play five sets of tennis,
Then dance throughout the...

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The cello and I
we sustain
in each other
while we play
the melody
The violin caresses
my shoulder while
we execute the work
musical,
the double bass
squeezes
 my chest
when together
we are in ensemble ...

With the tambourine, my fingers
and my hands do
frenetic
juggles...
the drums helps...

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I’ve got madness turned, all the way up

submerging myself in thundering double-bass

and wrenching screams.

"THOSE WHO RUN, WILL BE BURNED!"

My legs tap the carpet to the beat, my soul on its way out the door.

Escape.

And then...

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Elegant frequent interludes
Ebony and ivory harmonised 
The maestro raises his hands
A single note from a violin

Reverberates the soul within
Piano keys dance the storm
Conductor's baton waves the way
The orchestra now as one

Vibrations pounding in my heart
Sweet...

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2 Dollar's of Whiskey Bourbon 
My sweet Jubilee, 
To toast

My throat is drier 
Than Country Music Heartache
And tired double bass
In downtown New Orleans's 

Backwater Blues 
Scratching Cotton field tune's 
Backed by Harmonicas and Flutes 

Rag...

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