Marching Band Poems - Poems about Marching Band

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. ...

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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...

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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...

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Little Heidel clapped her hands As she heard the marching bands Monkeys came...

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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...

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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...

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*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...

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The marching band played John Philip Sousa My daddy held my hand Lining the streets elbows to my head My daddy put me on his shoulders, where I could stand ~ The marching marines stopped in front of us And in synchrony stomped boots our way The men sang in perfect harmony Daddy crossed his heart that day ~ And over head, as the men...

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"Marching Band" Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a sergeant Time and time again by so many rehearsals they know...

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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...

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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...

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