Short Basso Poems
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Here lies a besotted chorister, too soon
Out of grog and out of tune.
A basso nicht-so profundo is ne'er forgot
Whether he die by clinker or by pot.
honjitsu no taisen
card o happuou shimasu
liyou lo shai
20 pun ippon shoubu
omatase shimaa
shiai wokaishi itashimasu
conduct code
july 24----august 9 2020
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lucha libre
luchador
rudo
tecnico
Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open.
"Come on in.
We've been wait- ing for
you." Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice.
Something pushed me from behind ...
musically
on the staff
f major treble
clef keeps me
with only one
note that is
B flat and so
maestro
tap tap
tap your baton
attention
follow
ing his lead
i'm feeling
basso
filled up on
beans so
i'll be
a tuba
fragrantly
playing Rimsky
Korsakov
not even
thinking
of stopping
fingering
flight
not bumbling
the bumblebee
but the spit valve
will
need
drained
at
least
twice
Form:
A kaleidescope of cacophonic carols
Attacks my cochlea
From hammer to anvil to stirrup
To the mesa we ride with timbrels and lyres.
\Gaily tripping lightly stepping
Through oceans of dandelions
Trailing the greening dew heel after heel.
The brae alive with pirouetting pansies and horns a-blare.
\Pixilation personified
The basso buffoon and bassoon collide
Would the afternoon fawn still respect the Buck-in-the-morning?
i cannot contest
a judge of a contest
the best is the winner
but when the cup
is given based on
based and abrasive
words and what some
say isn't poetry then
i must say i try best
to be the basso
if a trio with a low
droning moan of want
and knowing even
the bass cello tells
what the score is
so i ask for no
forgiveness for
if
you can't love and
laugh then no matter
what you are
you
are an
arsehole
Form:
The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off,
Reeellaaaxxx!
Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies
And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed