As
The
Band marched
In the big
Parade, music played.
Trombones, drums. piccolo and flutes
Filled the air with happy song as they marched right along.
Marvelous music put everyone in a cheery mood and filled every heart with song.
Here’s the man in the marching band
Fiddlin with sticks on his petty hands
Marching, marching round the street
In the middle of the glazing blazing heat.
Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man. He’s in command
With a little syncopation & intonation
Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man in the marching band
Here’s the man when he’s on demand
Walking in the steps of a child’s handstand
Dancing to the beat of a broken watchband
Sticks and stones might break his drums
No beat, no soul, no rhythm, no goal
Maybe one day, he’ll break his bum
Thanks to countless talented taps he stole
Here’s the man in the Marching Band
Confidence looking so high and grand
Here’s the man in the marching band
Next time he plays, the drums will be canned!
I hear them on the television,
like I have a choice,
that's flat-out all they show these days:
Politicians
with their elucidations
tangled as Grandma's yarn.
Honest Joe, explicating why I'm beggared;
"It's your own fault, my good friends,
frankly, we need bold solutions"
they boom;
then hike the price of gas.
And the voices of we, the people;
lost
like violins in a marching band.
Simile Poetry Contest placed 10th
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Date wrote: 6th August 2022
Military men are made with ordinary plans
Built from the ground up to take instructions
Every corpuscle of the corporal to General
Created with truth, justice and two legs
(That is the American way)
Army bands are made to play
Musical instruments for sound
With white gloves waving high
Pointing out in your direction
A young boy leads them left
Down an alley with his stick
It does not matter who directs
They follow orders to find left
Without question to that end
There is no explanation
They can not reason on their own
Or comprehend the concept of reverse
Thank goodness they are not alone
Marching in place when facing danger
Moving up against the wall an obstacle
Playing at the pleasure of the bricks
It is what all that training must be for
One leg after the other going up and down
In perfect cadence dusk to dawn in stasis
To their final destination
A dead end wall
Exchanging passionate pleasures surrounding myself yet
Open ended streams of love grandeur facade never denying
Those heart strings being strung played by consumers band marching
5/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
*Inspired by the photo
The light of hope swirls in the sky
As clouds form pictures to the eye
As if no distance is too far
It is all around, where we are
Quiet peace of a golden meadow
Where inspiration finds its flow
To rise with the sun above all
Burdens carried that now may fall
Off our shoulders with creation
Sharing with others elation
From sky to the land, hand in hand
United like a marching band
The music in our soul to be heard
Is cast like the sun with every word
Heidi Sands
1/30/18
Almost four-o-clock in the afternoon
and not a single tambourine in sight
you should have jumped over the moon
hours ago, until
secret alien creatures on the surface
said the autopsy was inconclusive
which explains for me why
icicles drip from your heart, as the sun
warms the memory of your embrace, like
moonflowers, gently unfolding at night
reveal the mysteries of love
the bandleader, wearing a feathered pompadour
signals a final formation
somewhere in time
your tune marches into the distance
marches
.......into the distance
01/02/11
I'm a marching band mom,
I'm very proud of it,
Brass, woodwinds, drummers, and pit.
Counting steps to find their spots,
Keeping time with doctor beat,
Forwards and backwards with their feet.
Learning new sets everyday,
Marking spots with sidewalk chalk,
Helping each other with a talk.
Adding music as they go,
Coordinating timing,
Keep up the playing and marching.
Mastering notes that help playing the tunes,
Mastering body form from head to toe,
Playing and marching makes a lovely show.
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