Piccolo Poems | Examples

The 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.

The Beat Banned Band

"the beat banned band"


no piccolo
or sopranino

nor no no not
sopranissimo

the hep and hip 
cats where it's at

play subterranean 
subcontrabass 

Doctor 
Sax

seen at and as 
part of the scene 

saying we'd 
be smoking 

and are the 
ContraBand

Wind

Born like a tender infant in nature,
Why do you soon change your nomenclature?
Does stress, like nerves striking the human brain
Craze your equilibrium and cause strain...?

Progress process of an infant proceeds,
Passes each phase fulfilling many needs;
Your growth spurt jumps and leaps abounding hills,
Your change to gusts, gales, and tornado thrills...!

Flute, horn, clarinet, oboe, piccolo,
Dwelling within these, breath of life you blow;
Impulses and cognitions bound, and pound,
Into existential hymns, these resound...!

You nurture the naysay nerve of nature,
Niftily you numb each legislature;
In life's moments of minute mundane gist,
Do you teach me: each gist is its own twist...???


25 April 2023

Multilingual Birds of a Feather

     The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
  
     in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,

     where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;

     so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.


     Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,

     both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.

     These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,

     deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.



     In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,

     creating, demanding a need to invent

     a song to attract a new or lost mate:

     so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.

     

                   EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS

              whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
              frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
              peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
              sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
              snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
              crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo

Soul Food

The orchestra plays the music
that majestically swells
the violins, flute and piccolo
harmoniously scream the song at the top,
and the soul gets fed,
and feels full.

James Caan

He earned a great reputation as a tough guy actor.
We all remember him as Santino Corleone in "The Godfather".
There was another role considered just as strong:
That was as the late Brian Piccolo in "Brian's Song".
So many other parts in films made him quite famous.
Unfortunately, at 82 years, he has left us.
For many future generations his talent will be seen.
He has become immortal on the big movie screen.
James Caan
(1940-2022)

The Nuclear Option

She rubbed him up the right way,
made him moo like an oboe,
piped him up high like a piccolo.
She was finger food for his body.

Post the passion dance
his heart began to tick like a time-bomb.
His blood tangoed in the dark,
looped the loop like a bi-plane.
Then he went off
in the middle of the night, alone.

Called her in the morning, hands shaking
from after-tremors:
Begged her to do that thing
that she did to him, that move
that made his libido tremolo like a fat lady.

Her voice was cool, distant,
she complained that her bed had collapsed,
that her cat was clinging to the ceiling
and would not come down,
so he could just keep
his 'big bang' to himself.

Later he went nuclear.

Wind Whistling Through the Trees

Wind whistling through the trees
Reminds me of the tiny piccolo,
High-pitched obbligatos, ranging free
Wind whistling through the trees, blow
The subtle sounds of spring’s arrival.
Wavering tremolo, shimmering limbs
Marked by winter storms for survival,
Voices of ten-thousand sacred hymns
Humming like soft Gregorian chants,
Lingering briefly in the crown’s apse
To gather all its sacred sycophants,
Trembling in rapt reverence, perhaps,
Until the breathy calm reverberates
And moves beyond the sycamore
While I pause alone to contemplate
The crystalline tones, wanting more.

Written March 8, 2022

Silly But I Still Over Schedule

I knew I was going to overschedule myself
It was as sure as the piccolo played by an elf
Still I promised, too many I would help, which is silly I know.
Painting myself into a corner, with nowhere to go.

Perky Pink Python Plays a Piccolo

Perky pink python plays a piccolo
Perforated opossum practicing as pro
Pretty prancing porcupine poke Pinocchio
Pronunciation phrases performed in pleasing prose.

The Sound of the Piccolo

when
i
listen to
the
voice
within
your heart
still
i 
hear
the sweet sound of the piccolo

James Caan

From the Bronx in New York, he certainly went far.
In television and movies, this man became a star.
There were so many played characters we got to know.
Jim was "Mississippi" opposite John Wayne in "El Dorado"
In "Brian's Song", he was the late Bears fullback Brian Piccolo.
In "The Godfather", James was Vito Corleone's son Santino.
About this storied actor's roles, there is so much more to say.
At the age of eighty, James Caan is still going strong today.

I thank both imdb.com and wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.

The Colors of Sunsets Dream Song

I’m just a silly sprite child born of the ocean clan
skipping along a sunbeam to catch the colors of light
as the sky plays his sweet chords of sunsets dream song

I hear the yellow trilling of flutes first notes that begin
when the piccolo peeps behind the pot-bellied clouds
Stirring melons oboe sounds all around eggplant’s cello
hues of rumbling clouds where the drums thump
I watch cymbals of highlights start to vibrate overhead
outline the billowing puffs of cumulus white
then down I slide on a guitar rift onto a rainbow smile

soulful classics played each night of endless vibrant verse
like a musician’s open mike of colors in the sky to celebrate
finally, I ride the wind back to the shore’s center stage 
to hear the final melody pluck my heart strings
I play along with the pink notes of a raspberry infused jam
until the trumpet leads hot vibes they’re off to explore
and angels sing of love and light to weep for our souls

as the ebony keys of night take over this heavenly sight
to softy show the way to twilights final curtain call
I climb the stars to find my bed inside the dreams of lullaby’s

Things I Didn'T Know

Didn't know there were things I didn't know
Till someone told me bout peeing names in the snow
Gotta chuckle outta me
Filled me with glee
The experience will be enhanced while playing the piccolo

Morning Dew Melodies

~

Morning dew melodies whispering soft,
harmonies dream on the wind
Scented illusions of days in the past
and those about to begin

Choruses blooming in amethyst shades,
sweet as the day’s precious glow
Penned in the key of to never forget,
symphonic breezes a’ flow

Beneath a sunrise of violin vistas
precious this garden of song
Petals in piccolo solos are beaming
hoping you will sing along

Listen as marigold arias play
now as the day it does start
Find every note is performed just for you
composed by the love in my heart

~

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