Long Trombones Poems

Listen hear me out
Had to go in His presence of the throne
Not alone 
Surrounded by majestically
Spiritual trombones
Blowing announcing here she comes
Aisle ready thy Kingdom come
Jubilee ceremonial fun
Keep pushing understanding to some
Seasons change like doubled down...

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Let’s sail away to Acapella,
A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller.
I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella
When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella.

It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as dowdy...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles...

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The concert Band 
A work of reeds, air, and hands 
Reading sheet music isn’t easy
And our uniforms are anti-sleazy
All instruments must be in tune and time
Otherwise we sound like a broken chime

The flutes sound sweet...

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Distant love, o silent mystic!
My petals are just made of rubber
and the sky is rusty blue.
How arrogant your degree has made you
have you lost or never had a sense of youth
the nerve to hold imploring...

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Salve for the soul in healing sound 
Rhythms balm spreads in division
Lifts the hour high
Explodes the troubled mind to calm 
              ...

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Never trust a woman with a stick
Allegros slow    Andantes quick

It starts when Passionata comes on stage
Hips controlled    feet detache    dress in style
    ...

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“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- 
                   ...

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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...

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Symphony No 9

 enter sounds of pianissimo allure 
 Elysium with piano keyboard pure 
 floating along Schiller’s poem “ode to joy”
 faint piano fingers find her bashful coy 
 leading emotion along a subtle...

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sinking putt
kicking butt
sticking shut
humiliating hut
feeling gut
asking what
removing rut
dancing strut
having been cut
muttering mut
becoming nut

News reporter on MSNBC talked about
"Sinking putt" and I thought he had said,
"Kicking butt." Rest of words above also
came to mind.

Seems like cloth...

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Jingle!
She has a bracelet on    Hear it?
Jingle!
When she tells her friend how concert-hip she is it
Jingles!
Quaking little cupids. trolls and other creatures come together
   and they
Jingle!
On the brighter side, she's...

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Composed, he walks towards the podium.
At first to applause, until a hush forms.
His heart beats like a water pump,
sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble.
Audience anticipates,
as he stands at the nexus of musical creations.
With...

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I am the drum major
my baton twirls I catch with ease
my whistle so shrill 
the band follows my every move
the beat of the big base drum 
and the magic sound of a dozen trombones
then the...

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The sound of baroque  fills the air
the lively beats one can hear 
 as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance  upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats...

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Encore

Cold metal touches my lips
Breathe
Fingers extend
Breathe 
Chatter from the audience
Fills my ears
Breathe
Lights from above 
Blind me
Breathe
Baton
Moves up 
Breathe
Up 
Down
Breathe
Tempo
Dit-Dit-Dit
Breathe
Drums sneer at me
Breathe
An explosion 
Of sound 
Fills the ears
Breathe
A harmony
A symphony
Breathe
Tubas 
Low and booming
Breathe
Trombones and Trumpets
Extending...

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When the church bell echoes freedom, and we hear
The day of village sport chiming in our bones
The ladies new clothes, and body parts almost bare
Frisky like kites, smiling sweet like trombones
These will come bearing baskets...

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It was a glorious, hot day soothed by the August's breeze; the town's copper bells
harmoniously chimed in their old, sturdy bell towers
as the band tuned to their festive sound with trumpets, trombones and marching drums....

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Written By:  D. Collins 11/17/15

Let me bring ya’ll back to what it once was.
That sweet, Gumbo flavor on the tip of your tongue.
We had The Meters, Chocolate Milk, and Fats Domino.
Louie Armstrong and the...

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Joan Jones hates scones.
She throws, at them, stones.
She throws those stones with all the tone in her bones.
Her angry moans as the stones had flown
were as a drone of an off-the-line phone.
For Joan’s lone loathing...

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I better take my trombone lessons serious
Not for fun or fame, neither for leisure
A prophesy I wish to help see light from the Bible
“At the judgment day Angels will blow their trumpet
But forgot trombones will...

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Flutes, ahead laying the routes
Oboes they off to Villalobos
Harps, dusting off vessel tarps
Violin silenced by engine din
Cello, matching the revving bellow
Piano sad in the canoe
Clarinets are taking private jets
Horns, fasten seatbelts the Captain warns
Cymbal off...

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I'm the queen of lock-up,
At least for a few months.
Like Merton's firewalk--
Quiet time, alone time,
Quite nice time.
Apple, bread and banana--
Broke some rule, I suppose,
But then and then and then--
Pen flows awfully nicely
As I feel the...

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Sing Me an Old Style Song

Sing me an old style song,
With pretty flowing phrases;
A story of love gone wrong,
In other times, in other places.

No trumpets blare, just sweet trombones,
A crooner, smooth tongued and mellow.
Hurting, aching,...

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Dark and lonely
A cave in my soul
Dripping with emotion
A tidal flood
Encrypted in my heart
An arrow through a lark
Broken trombones
And old sousaphones
Honk into the night
I'm a rain dog that bites
I am a rattle snake 
That wants...

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