Long Drum roll Poems
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Natures bugle call to action
Daffodils trumpeting springs arrival
Bluebells sprout from hidden tubas
Spring is playing us its symphony
Battling banjos played on sunny porches
as the sun sets you can imagine a cello recital
or guitars played by camp fires
summer times Renaissance
The years clock is beating out on a tin drum
Leaves falling softly making the sound of a tambourine
played softly by the ghost of Karen Carpenter
Autumn drops on us like a drum roll at the end of a song
Lift your voice at winters arrival
sing carols to your god and celebrate his son
a choral celebration of the years end
sing songs of the seasons
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Fight to the death
From sword to fiery ash, from honor to tale engraved stone
That they did until their final breath
Oh, the places that they'd roam
From soul to eternity in the abyss, from the crack of every bone to the life they had always known
And the tasks they'd undergo
To finally find that place called home
Listen, to the tale that their loss would bestow
From glory to the shadows, from the bash of every shield
To the meaning that they yield
From victory to loss, from their deaths to the banner waving in the breeze
To their burning corpses consecrating this bloody battlefield
Still to this day if you listen to the wind you can hear them cry in agony as the drum roll beats echoing beyond the trees.
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
diminished.
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”
Then “I” had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
“Can’t we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”
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J. Scott Burns...
When you live on a farm and hear cockadoodle-doo
What do those words mean to you?
They mean pretty soon you'll hear moo,
and you'll have lots of work to do.
After a while, the horse will neigh,
and, before you know it, you are bailing hay.
I wished that rooster hadn't made a peep,
so I turned over and went back to sleep.
What if the animals were a musical team?
I thought to myself and started to dream:
Hey everybody, clap your hands
and listen to the Animal Good Time Band!
It's got animals of every kind.
Their grunts and snuffles are in 4/4 time.
Animals from Africa and Australia -
Reptiles, birds, and mammalia.
Rat-a-tat tat, let's have a drum roll
Man, the elephants and zebras are outta control.
Thump, thump, thump goes the bass guitar.
McCartney? Hah!, the walrus is better by far.
Time to kick back, get in the groove and relax,
and listen to the ostrich toot and wail on sax.
Their new lead guitarist is all the rage.
Yep, the orangutan out-twangs Jimmy Page.
That mournful cry of the violin's trill -
Ain't nobody bows it like a gorilla will.
Hear the monkey smash that thang.
Bwaaangg - the cymbals crash and bang.
That ain't no monkey, that's my mother
Huffing, "get up and work, you and your brother".
6/6/12
I begin spinning
Watching the top spiral, winning
The consistancy leaves me grinning
The top still goes
Round and round, alone
When it stops, no one knows
Interesting enough it goes out of control
My heart races in a strange drum roll
The craziness of life has taken its toll
All ablur, it's hard to tell
If I'm on earth, heaven or hell
It's wobbling lively, spinning pell-mell
Slower, yet it runs off course
The consistancy is getting hoarse
What is faulting me, the pain of the force?
It is really sad now, this top
Losing all of its flair, in a single drop
Something in this life has made it completely stop
And the air of it all, the gravity
It is clear to see
That the top, when it stops
Is always pointing back at me...
Melted plastic only 16 years
It was on concrete round under the sun
While I was shedding tears
What's the use Environmental substance abuse
Midnight see Amenia Marine
Midnight saxophone solo
Sea anemone amethyst
What's the use, Environmental substance abuse
Patina mist breezy
Royal jacaranda ultraviolet sneezes
Achoo bless you
Sinful articles man caretaker of Earth
Midnight seems so solar bright
Midnight saxophone solo
Drum roll Marco Polo
Down rainbows ends
BlackBerry puddle Timberwolves
Spirit Rock jacaranda
Temporal barracuda
7 * 70 16 years
Plastic bags and bottles
Never decomposed lasting for eternity
Pre-kindergarteners elderly grandmothers the populist and politicians say
What's the use environmental substance abuse
12/18/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
It was a dawn amongst amazing dawns
With a clear and sparkling blinding light
Starting a day of most amazing prospects
When everything seemed to be just right
The clock struck a definitive thirteen
I counted each measured chime
Blinked in surprise at their number
Very nearly missed that split in time
When all those things possible
Became as a matter of fact
All those things probable
As the split began to act
So the old wall cuckoo clock
I always regarded as sedate
Danced with the steaming kettle
As though in prearranged date
The freezer in the kitchen corner
Rattled out a mean drum roll
And the cooker and the washer
Duetted in a session of soul
The birds were flying backwards
As I could oh so plainly see
Through the transparent kitchen wall
That stood there in front of me
There were Dragons blazing trails
Across a gleaming silver sky
One certainly gave a wink to me
As she looped and rolled in her flyby
There were comets dancing madrigals
With a bland but beaming yellow sun
And it seemed a creation of creations
Had started on its alternative run
Then the clock struck again
Just to twelve and with a loud crack
Time remerged with time with time
And the old world came flooding back
And what had started out to be
A very special and promising day
Reverted backed to its norm
And that world seemed somewhat grey
Write from your heart and give from your soul
And hope to cajole a smile and or a drum roll
You play with your words watch them words roll off your pen
Making new rhymes that will you'll only use once then never again
And hope to cajole a smile and or a drum roll
So please check out this poem, to see if it rhymes have been stole
Making new rhymes that will you'll only use once then never again
Just please remember writing a good poem is your main goal today
So please check out this poem, to see if it rhymes have been stole
those rhymes and the lines don't fall foul of the rules
Just please remember writing a good poem is your main goal today
so please try this form, its very rock and roll
those rhymes and the lines don't fall foul of the rules
You play with your words watch them words roll of your pen
so please try this form its very rock and roll
Write from your heart and give from your soul
¡Ay, Borinquen!
Puerto Rico greets you first with sofrito
green pepper, cilantro, ajo
it sizzles like a drum roll,
pop-pop of oil in abuela’s pan.
Pernil hums slow,
sancocho thick as a secret kept between prayers.
The air tastes like hunger … and love.
¡Eh, tierra mía!
Listen …
the coquí keeps time with the tide,
congas talk back to the waves.
Salsa spills from open doors
bodies move like wind through cane.
A laugh- a clap- a heel to the ground
boom-boom, pa! boom-boom, pa!
The island don’t sleep … she sways.
¡Ay, mira eso!
Look how the sun kisses the sea,
painting gold over her blue dress.
Fish flash silver under glass water,
and the sky bends low to whisper,
“Welcome home, mi corazón.”
Colors here don’t fade — they sing.
¡Dale, abuela!
Her arms - soft thunder.
Her hug - drum and halo both.
She pulls you in till the world forgets its noise.
Sand trails your steps like a promise,
the sun warms your skin …
till you shine like honey.
¡Wepa!
Then comes the bite
pastelillos hot and bold,
cheese stretching like a song you don’t want to end.
Coco limber slides down sweet,
cold kiss on a summer tongue.
You close your eyes …
hear the drum again,
feel the island hum inside your chest.
¡Ay, Borinquen!
Every sense remembers you
every beat brings you back home.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and... Poetry Contest
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
in hubby's best interest
... and, drum roll, mine also
You see, well there's nothing to see
And that's the point
... for this point of contention
only touches the surface
Where his plumbing could use some work
... sigh ... a lot of work
We tried all the gimmicks
... and unfortunately
All the gimmicks laughed at us
We tried the blues, greens, and lotions
And his rowboat remains docked
… In the parting seas
With eagerness, we look at the cauldron
For some magic
Something … like something to hold onto
A rabbit's foot ... hum that might work
Even a lifeboat … only for me
So cauldron what say you
You have a bone to pick … ha, ha