Short Trombones Poems

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Premium Member My Gnomes

Most days I'm in such a hurry to get home Then sit around and do nothing or play with my gnomes Love my little friends Playing games of pretend My gnomes try to trick me by playing their trombones
Form: Limerick


Premium Member 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.
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member The Big Brass

Now rejoice the sounding brass

Let trombones and trumpets sing

Choirs of Angels weep with joy 

As the bells of Heaven ring

We mere mortals here on Earth 

We live and love and fight and die

Concerned with petty differences

While orchestras play in the sky
sky
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Beating around the bush 'til I finally get to the point

      flamingoes on one foot balance
        talent like monkeys on bongos

      playin' clarinets are baboons
         raccoons a-hootin’ and a-swayin'

       lions on slide-trombones
          headphones catch them cryin’

       giraffes a-bangin' chimes
          Times of L.A. laid off its staff
Form: Rhyme

Melodies of Jazz

Melodies of trombones
Flutes and trumpets
Masquerading in the
Moonlight of passion
Fingers strumming
Rhythmically across
My nipples
Crescendo rising as
Your tongue enters
Inside of me
Flashes of light
Energy surging throughout
My thick frame
Dancing harmoniously
We become one fused
With the polyrhythm of
Acid jazz
Simultaneously depositing
Our sexual eruptions
Into each others
Mouths…


Premium Member My Taste In Music

Clarinets, bassoons, oboes, ugh.
Flutes, oh, yes, Native American flute music please.
Violas. Don’t be prissy!
Cellos. Ha. Ha. Who wants to carry one to school?
First and second violins. Too stringy. Twangy. Hurt my ears.
Trombones and tubas. Oh, yes, please.
Now for my all- time favorites besides the guitar.
Drums
Cymbals.
Bam.
Crash.
Boom
Bam
Give me percussion or do not give me any music at all.

Fifth Symphony 1

see minor classical frequent
da da da daaa
knock of
fate
op67
fine tunes confusing
depressed
victory symphony
louder please
1808
dit dit dit daa
cold december
night
after the sixth
flutes and oboes
slicing the
air
clarinets b flat and sea
horns e flat and see
trombones tenor bass alto
trumpets
timpani strings for sure
piccolo in only fourth
dit dit dit dahhh
louder please louder louder
knock of
fate
da da da daaaa
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