Short Drum Roll Poems
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If someone stutters that you meet
Just think of it like it's a treat
You might extol
It's a drum roll
Keeping you on the edge of your seat!
a woodpecker drums
from his perch on the high pole---
cracks in the silence
of a sunny afternoon
echoes through a neighborhood
Heart beat, drum roll, breath flow, bliss throb, repeats
Echoes resound
Amplified
Within
Mind
~
Soul
Yearning
To connect
Self with spirit
Cajoles ego to shift into silence
16-June-2021
The drum roll
beats out control
in a game
of warped reframe.
On a coiling balustrade
plays meister masquerade
to craft the will
at bellowed drill.
Docile rule
disarms to fool.
With artful ruse
the vapid lose.
What is the baseline
of your life?
How deep is the chord structure
of your meaning?
What is that riff that no raff
can destroy?
How long is your drum roll
—at the end?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
~ Dance the Day Away ~
Wake up to a waltz
Boogie out of bed
Calypso-on your clothes
Drum-roll downstairs
Carumba 'round the kitchen
Bunny-hop to breakfast
Limbo into lunch
Cha-cha as you chew
~ Mamba as you munch
Oh April
I hear you tapping
Tapping on sweet Spring’s back door
Running through the streets after dark
Undisciplined, unchaperoned
Chattering in a fledgling nest
Peeking from behind softened soil
Basking in a sunrise drum roll
I hear nature whisper
OH! APRIL
Ancient river, passing song
always here forever gone
rippled by flirtatious winds
disappearing round its bends.
Crooked fingers drawing lines
tributaries, twisted tines
counting coup on drum roll stones
ancient rivers heading home.
John G. Lawless
©7/6/2022
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brrrrrmmmm cchhhhhhhhhhhh ( a drum roll)
Hence, forth I walk.
Too Summer I talk
When I leap, Jump I find.
I am the intellectual suffering voices.
When the voices rise.
I find the drastic Dragon.
Drum-roll.
I excavate terminologies.
Hence I colour the colour-book.
So forth
To remove the shadows
Of the voices, which I brask.
goes out to.....drum roll
returning champion
Scotland
it was close this year
So close virus
so close
but an arms length hug away
awaits for a chance
--------------a hope
--------------another day
_________an unmasked smile
---------------a kiss
---------------awhileing poet's
with a word that i made
she walks in quietly
smiling like a child
drum roll on the
tin roof
i love her
i am welcoming
she is kind
the dry earth dancing
her touch of love
tears of joy
i am free now like
a butterfly float
i open my mouth
to her generosity
she covers me with
wet kisses hiding
my tears in her lap
i walk in the street
of bliss
orchestra of the
wind
Form:
Raining metallic drops
Pounding on my head,
A drum roll...
Raining metallic drops
Slide along my hair,
A violin serenade..
Raining metallic drops
Bouncing from my eyelashes,
A piano symphony..
Raining metallic drops
Makes mascara disappear,
The audience applauses..
Raining metallic drops,
I'll be thinking of you
Next time black clouds spit.
radiating colors
paradise echoing
softly touched
innermost desire
deep within
beating on
the walls
of the heart
coursing through
blood red
feelings for
one rose
handing you
an emotion
all that i am
speaking volumes
within blossoms
your fingers
upon the pulse
beating heart plays
one tune
only you
in a drum roll
the door opens
as you enter
deep chambers
sparking new beginnings
a beautiful start
The wind rustled through the trees
forming a whispering melody
the higher pitches made a whistling sound
while the lower pitches were soft moans
as the wind intensified and released
in harmony a song was created that
only nature understood
it continued with a definite rhythm
now accompanied by a drum roll
as hands of thunder joined in
they both took a deep breath
started their harmony
enjoying a night serenade.
I heard the steady cadence
The drum roll in the street
A thousand tramping soldiers
Tasting of defeat.
The sound of occupation
I thought it could not be,
A flag so full of justice
Would always flutter free.
I had dreamed a thousand dreams
And cast them to the wind
But often had forgotten
Even rods of steel will bend.
Raucous laughter melted
In the wake of dust and steam
Then suddenly awakened
I found it all a dream.
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
It was open mic nite
or maybe ladies night
no matter, wasn’t my scene
so I ordered a beer and took
my seat
The show was amatuer night
for sure
everyone laughed
drum roll
curtains
left my glass with the waitress
and my tip
caught a guy out in the front lot
hocking CD’s at ten bucks a pop
says hes a musician, I should hear his stuff
its gangster rap
ten spot later
blazed down the road
not my scene
but I take
my seat
You don't have to be blonde to play this game
shamefully displayed in acting so vain
Barbie and Ken sitting high on their pedastal
adventurous comments on lifes megaphone
meglomaniac's fallen star status
their image of worth has somehow entrapped us
sad sorry game of walking advertisement
their ruse is the same,only fodder amusement
Drum roll for the dumb role,as they slide down that pole
you don't have to be blonde,to carry on as a fool......
The night gives a drum roll...
I know it's coming...
My heart skips a beat...
The girl keeps on drumming
She teases my soul....
Like she's having fun
She do me with love...
The way I love being done
When there's rain in my eyes...
She showers it with kisses...
She aims to please...
My girl never misses...
It's funny how fast,
She puts my blues on the run...
She do me with love!
The way I love being done!!
By Chuck Melugin
Copyright
My Carol Lee