Patriotic Music Poems

At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon 
was heard singing along attune 
At the neighborhood saloon 
swooning to a...

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I shall sing the songs of yesteryear
When word and phrase were understood, 
And harmonies were pleasant to the ear
And social norms were ever good.

I shall...

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You’re a Grand ‘Ole Flag
Makes my heart leap every time
Patriotic me

Written 9-02-2010
Poetry Contest: Sing Me a Senryu
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy...

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“Walk this way.” 
Said the old man, with a hardwood cane. 

“I don’t have a limp? I can not match your step, Sir.”
The young man...

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ottava rima

A rambling riddle; hope you'll play along...
Fingers when I have played too much cello. 
Head, neck and shoulders baked in sun too long; 
Zingers...

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Love, love, love.
Every needy thing's about more
and better
love,

Unless you're at a political rally.
Then we're all about patriotic, patriotic, patriotic,
Or Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
Although if we are...

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I hear the sound of gun shot
and music.
Patriotic music
Doom and gloom music
It's Memorial Day
My husband is glued
to the TV watching 
because his father was
blown off...

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STANDING WAVE

playing her part,
in the Wind Ensemble —
she’s standing proud,
her trumpet waving
in patriotic bliss —
stars and stripes forever.

5/1/2018...

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Dot   ...   dash   ...   dot

China Syndrome just got Russian reactor hot

Dash   ...   dot...

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I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this...

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I might best not say why,
yet I finally admit,
Taoist me imagines Yang as a JetBlack God,
Creator of this Universe
and, therefore, also ProGenerator of Anthros
with YinGoddess...

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Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer


Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule...

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The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never...

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The Band Concert

It was not a typical musical concert on an indoor stage,
but a marching band concert—and a very special one to me.
I sat with...

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WROTE A BUJA...

A buja wrote a song
it rubbed the who in power
the wrong way...
to the slammer bujas..
committed himself
self imposed insanity....

Called his government plunderers
stealing from the...

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