Long French horn Poems
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BASS CLEFT SIGN HOLDER....RATTIA TAT, RATTA TAT TAT!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S AT.
tREBLE CLEFT SIGN HOLDER........rOUX BULL SAY YE. OF LOVE TO SUPPER.
DOES SAY SHE IN LOVE WITH HER LOVER
TO MOON THE HONEYS OF OTHERS.
fRENCH HORN PLAYER... WHUR, WHUR, WHURR! SPEAKS THE LOVE OF LOVERS
BASSOON PLAYERS SAY....LOVE OH LOVE OH LOVER,
WHICH CONCERNS US IS LOVE!
pERCUSSIANING AND AND WAITING FOR THE FLUTER, TO START THE SECOND VERSE. SHE MUST ADMIT SHE'S UNDER THE INFLUENCE, OF SOMEONE WHO WISHES SHE'D LOVE. SHE ACTS FOOLISH AND SIMPLE, TO MAKE HIM WISH FOR HER TOUCH. HER GREETINGS ARE SHORT AND SPEAKS RARELY TO HIM, BUT ASK FOR MONEY AND SUPPER STILL. HE MUST ADMIT HE'S BEING RUNG THROUGH THE THRASHER. BUT HE REALLY LIKES BEING IN LOVE.
tHE FLUTIST....DAMNDEST THEE WHO KNOWEST, i PLAY HIM FOR A FOOL. HIS BROTHER, COUSINS AND UNCLES, ARE MY LOVERS, DON'T ACT LIKE THAT AIN'T COOL. HE'S ANGERED AND IN FRUSTRATION, SHE APPEAZZES THOSE WHO WILL HEAR. THAN SLEEPS WITH THERE LOVERS TO DIVIDE THEM, AND SUDDENLY DIS APPEARS. YA'LL KNOW TRICKIN AINT THAT SIMPLE, YOU GOT FIND FAULT TO EXPLOIT. BUY HEELS TO MAKE YOU LOOK TALLER, TAKE THEM OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO BE SHORT. LOOK MAN i DON'T NEED TO BE BEGGING, THE OTHERS WILL GET THINGS FOR ME, I JUST WANT YOU TO BE MY SUCKA, SO THE STORY TELLER CAN EXPLAIN IT SIMPLY. WHY YA'LL ASK HIM THE QUESTION, i AM THE STAR IN EVERY VERSE. TAKE MY DIRECTION IT'S THAT SIMPLE, i AM WHO CAME LAST AND WHO THAT COMES FIRST.
CLEAR THE NETS FROM THE AND TRUMPET THE FLUTER, SHE ALL SUCH AND SUCH. SHE MAKE WAVES IN THE SAND, AND HOLDS STONES IN HER HAND, AND TURNS THESE STONES INTO GOLD. MAKING SUMTHANG OUTTA NUTHANG, BABY I DO MY CHORE, HE LACKS SUCH CONCERNS UNTIL IT'S HIS TURN, AND I WHINE UP LOOKING LIKE A WHORE. BUY THE RINGS AND ASK ME, i BREAK YOUR FOOLISH HEART, AINT NOTHINK LIKE THAT, i KNOW WHERE IT'S AT,
SOMETHING YA'LL FOOLISH PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW!
Mrs. Lightfoot had taught music at Talbot Elementary School for years.
A couple of her pupils excelled in music but most became engineers.
She sat at her desk to muse upon the past after another trying day,
Recalling events that had contributed to the 'dyeing' of her hair gray!
She remembered concerts when the cacophonous din made her wince,
And Mrs. Lightfoot approached such musicals with foreboding ever since.
But beaming parents saw their prodigies destined for musical acclaim.
(Only one she knew strummed a banjo at the VFW with a modicum of fame!)
Tubby Aruba wrestled with his tuba, ever out of step in the marching band.
Sissie Pyaner tried to emulate Liberace but she battered the concert grand.
For some reason one of the valves on Clyde Crumpet's trumpet always stuck,
And the trombone players could never harmonize - such was their bad luck!
Pat Claret could never adjust her clarinet reeds to eliminate the squeaks.
'Tyke' Biddle fiddled with the bull fiddle but never mastered its techniques.
Hubie Crums thought he was Gene Krupa and went crazy on the drums.
And when it came to playing the French horn, Sydney Corne was all thumbs!
Many times Mrs. Lightfoot thought she'd chosen the wrong speciality path,
And oft' wondered if she should have majored in history or maybe math.
In a couple of years she could lay down her baton one last time and retire,
To reminisce about fatal concerts, bleating horns and inharmonious choir!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Man Sang" Lonely is a Man Without Love"
Tuba and french horn say...
Whump, whump, whumpah-lumpah, whump, whump!
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An off-day for the quill: I’m channel surfing
from a carpeted beach beneath beveled
canopy. My legs haplessly dangle flung
overboard crossing a comfortable
black leather partition provided by Sears.
On CNN there’s a bow legged French horn
wearing white face apologizing for American
abundance above the ticking measures
of Cold War success. Spare me, Christiane.
Thirsty, I have the maid fetch me a fresh Coke
and resume my voyeuristic voyage downstream
through high-definition static and spoken
saturation. Eddie Cummings flips a knowing wink
then sweeps the tulips from a chimney’s dream.
4/27/17
A is for Accordion, squeezing air with bellows
B is for Banjo, five strings plucked by bluegrass fellows
C is for Clavichord, keyboard with a metal sound
D is for the Drums which percussionists will pro-pound
E is for the English horn, using a double-reed
F is for a brass French horn, three valves is all you need
G is for Glockenspiel, metal bars arranged in rows
H is for Harmonica, both in and out she blows
I is for Ingoma, on which skins or hides are drummed
J is for Jinghu, just two strings that are bowed not strummed
K is for the Keytar, keyboard guitar held upright
L is for the Laser harp which plays on beams of light
M is for Maracas, their rhythm shaken by pros
N is for Nguru, Maori flute blown through the nose
O is for the Oboe with a mouth-piece that looks bewitched
P is for the Piccolo, a half-sized flute, high pitched
Q is for the Quena, a notched flute from the Andes
R is for the Rattle, maracas for the babies
S is for the Shofar, a Jewish horn hard to blow
T is for the Tuba, largest horn and tough to tow.
U is Ukulele, four-string Hawaiian gee-tar
V is Viola, a fiddle tuned a bit deeper
W is the Washboard, just for rhythm, understood?
X is a Xylophone, a glockenspiel made of wood
Y is Yotar, a guitar with four strings grouped in threes
Z is Zither, played on the table or cross your knees
This alphabet of instruments just breaks through the top
The're hundreds more to know, but Z's a good place to stop.
March 11, 2013
Allright Poet's ABC Poetry Contest
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
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I can feel the breath of violin, upon my face
~
The fluttering wings of fingers playing, 'A Lark Ascending'
In sweet release, I close my eyes, and drift away to inner peace
~
All strife takes flight, the music takes me to a meadow growing….
Two clarinets, in soft duet …..are timeless, ageless, knowing
I'm standing still, in waving grass, a cello plays a soft breeze blowing
I weave and sway…the music plays …a french horn makes sweet love to me
As if a lark, I leave the ground, upon the lilting sound, and fly away…
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Inspired by the Classical composition, "A Lark Ascending"
Composed by Vaughn Williams
Lily Valentine
By Franklin Price
5/19/2019
I'm here to tell a timely tale
Of lovely Lily Valentine
It may be slightly slanted
She's a relationship of mine
She's the daughter of my daughter
She has great talent in her voice
Since her early days of childhood
Music always was her choice
Was the lead in most the musicals
Was Drum Major of the band
Sight reads all the music notes
I just barely understand
Plays piano and the French horn
Maybe others, that's her game
Directs an a cappella group
Gemini Boulevard its name
They compete with other college groups
Awards for her are quite a few
She's been named the best soloist
And the best arranger too
Tried out to be professional
Was just the other day
For Musae, an a cappella group
Here are some words they had to say
We loved the way you interviewed
The way you used your voice
The way you copied Windex
Hands down you are our choice
Now she's on another branch
To climb the music tree
I know she has no bigger fan
Than her pop pop, that is me
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.
Sweet so sweet just like candy corn.
When we kiss with candy kisses I am airborne. Every morning start the day with candy kisses so I can feel reborn. Every evening end the day with candy kisses so I can blow my french horn.
The years pass by with our many candy kisses so we will never morn.
Date Written: 10/30/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
4 Place
1. Sweet
''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France