Short Bass Poems
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Then might
A word speak me
Might I listen
Might I share
Than as one
Can we express
This feeling
When you know
I care
mothers day pilot pam bass
feeling a bit bored and crass
flew east in a wink
right into the drink
losing her sons boarding pass.
So many bass,
swimming so freely,
so tiny are they now,
soon they will be bigger,
so I'll catch them at last.
wrote 7-28-07 at Lowell Ponds
The purple bass
was held by the Voice of Rock
Notes were strummed
like the feathers of angels
That is they sounded beautiful
in the sunset sky above
The fat bass always bites last.
The fat bass is never fast.
The fat bass takes its time.
The fat bass waits in line.
The fat bass is finally mine.
Form:
SLAP!
what a perfect harmony.
its too damn pretty
my bass strings speak no lies.
your hypnotized i know
speak strings speak
for this week you are..my strings.
Form:
There was a young man who loved fishing,
And left his young wife alone wishing-
That a gentleman of class,
would release her at last,
from the lips of the bass she'd been kissing!
Big open-mouthed rainbow bass with your mouth so distorted.
You swallow way more than your share as often reported.
Look at your midnight blue eyes, all buggy and contorted.
I wonder if your jagged teeth blew out when you snorted?
I caught a giant bass today
Except I really didn't
So large it was it broke my line
You really should have seen it
But as far as telling stories goes
It's the best outcome of all
Escape'd bass are always large
And landed ones quite small
Words are strange when first letters are switched
Such as “bice noobies” our life is enriched
Sing along with “Bony Tennet” we resort
Wearing “Talse Feeth” and “Shockey Jorts”
If I lost you along the way, I'm a “bon of a sitch”
Words are strange when first letters are switched
An example is “bice noobies” see, our life is enriched
Sing along with “Bony Tennet” we resort
Wearing “talse feeth” and “shockey jorts”
If I lost you along the way, I'm a “bon of a sitch”
lovers of night
strangers
lovers of music and song
lovers of night
nightstrummers
strummed to the grooves of the song
lovers of woman
speak like singer
they say what right and wrong
lovers of the night
come together
in concerts
to appreciate the songs
Words are strange when first letters are switched
Such as “bice noobies” our life is enriched
Sing along with “Bony Tennet” we resort
Wearing “Talse Feeth” and “Shockey Jorts”
If I lost you along the way, I'm a “bon of a sitch”
© Jack Ellison 2015
I go to church and say amen once a week
But in my boat and in my spot
I am much more patient, quiet, and meek
I toss my line it’s just the right shot!!
Again, I will say amen as the bass does grin a lot.
Written for contest Anagrammatically Speaking
Brian Magness
You shoot me a five cent smile
Sitting on your million dollar ass
Forgive me if I seem hostile
Your bait didn't hook this Bass
I've played the game of two
I'll just stand in my barrel of booze
If it's all the same to you
I have a vat of Vodka to infuse
Saw a school of
bass this cool morning
to small to catch yet,
but someday they will
land in someone's frying pan.
The pond where they live
is so murky but so far
they seem to be doing fine,
but the insects flying over
the pond, gives them plenty to eat.
wrote 7-11-07
I have known the stillness of a quite night.
The softness of a song heard only by the heart.
I want now the single melody of your touch.
To feel your fingers as you stroke
the chords of your guitar.
Whether you tune me or make me sing
I am yours to strum now.
All I want is for you to hold me.
Flagging socks in worn-down boots
shiver in storm-soaked suits
wriggling worms cast as prey
off ghostly piers, rods bend and sway
dawn awaits her cue to enter
grouper and bass flash front and center
solitary rowboat far from shore
kerosene lamp lit no more
where the Women are
I wanna be
where the women are
somewhere
will you take me there
I don't care
I love them always
in those better days
we're together always
alas i find myself
by myself
wondering why
can't entertain the thought
I don't know what part
It keeps me wondering why
it keeps me wondering why
Okay yeah
that's what I'm
talking about
that's the way to do it
yeah aint know thing
like what it surpassed to
somethings got'em going
keep that groove
flowing
thats the way it should be
yeah we got something going
we're on the right path
success is just
moments away
lyeah
yeah
yeah....
right there!
yeah!
yeah
yeah!
just like that
whoo!
Pull my string as i sit my back on you
i can make anything you want me to
your hands touching mine at the rhythm of blues
playing fastly like you do with your bass guitar, oh!
And you said, "Relax, don't scream!"
i did bite my string to shut the voice within
as you move....move...and move...
playing on my curve, my bass guitar moan!
Inner Whispers
when we are at our best
we are the best team in the world
controlling the pace
keeping our opponents at arm length
getting it done
making it right
moving towards our goal
and setting the pace
even in response
when they rally back
we look towards that
goal of obtaining
and making
our opponets
belive beyond
that shadow of doubt
they have been defeated!
After a six-pack of warm beer, the line finally straightened,
The reel started to peel and scream...
Before you can say Billy bass
I lifted its mass toward the silvery surface.
Just as I was about to finish the task.
The little devil spat the spinner back at me.
Before it slipped into the depths,
I caught a glimpse, and I swear to God
It wore a silly yellow COVID mask.
Metronome heart beats in 4/4 time while mandolin chimes in staccato voice. In the background, guitar hums and banjo sings. Bluegrass echoes across southern winds; blues and mountain music force a dance from tranquil feet; it’s a concert fit for country royalty, at the Opry. The East coast clogs and smiles.
On the rolling winds,
Echo strains of the southland;
Gaia’s toe tapping.
he stood there
and wished to heard his tenor tone
he yelled loud inthe canyon
and stood there to hear his
sound vibrate through the ages
beyond the realm of believing
and through the values of faith
his words echoed through the canyon
he stood with a smile on hiss face
my tomorrow's are the yesterdays of now
might the stonesshatter
and the walls tremble
that my sound is
defined as bold
stooped in the richnes of boldness!