Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers listen
through touch,
they become deeper, more blunted,
a vibration of mallets.
Frown the brow,
push the plow
make music drive a steamroller.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders, and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
comes a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing a blunt pathway
into cramped 19th century streets,
where in the absence of safety barriers,
all but one turns a deaf ear.
Categories:
steamroller, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I've been wild and crazy
A loose goose on the rampage
I partied and pleasured
And played
Rolled time up in a tight coil
Squeezing everything out
Tied the knot firmer
Stretched to the limit
Struggled wholeheartedly
With every endeavor
Pushed to my limit
Like a steamroller
Straightening and smoothing
The road ahead of me
Never looking back
Closing all the doors behind me
Before crossing the next bridge to burn
And turning the next corner
Rocking the boogie of bash
Now
Older worn and riddled
No desire - No regrets
Fastened and trussed in old blue PJ's
Watching the birds flicker
Wafting the sweet scented flowers
Taking in the air
Sitting on the same road
Not moving
This fidgety gray curmudgeon
Rocking in my chair
Still a mover and shaker
With many, many stories to share
April 26, 2020
Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin
Categories:
steamroller, adventure, age, change, identity,
Form: Free verse
Born in Hamler Ohio
Child of Louis F Davis Sr
Lived in Portland and Savannah Ohio
Study at the University of Michigan
Specializing in the bassoon a percussion
Overcame fusing
Modern popular and classical techniques in music
Worked as an advertising jingle songwriter
Challenge by the toning down of his music
Started his own record label personal traits Davis founded Mannheim Steamroller in Omaha Nebraska
Always written suburb instrumentals and verses
Never gave up best known for his revolutionising
The Sound of traditional Christmas music
Fresh Aire
11/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Categories:
steamroller, analogy, character,
Form: Bio
kimo
merciless, unstoppable destroyer
kindergarten juggernaut,
the Incredible Hulk
for teens, hostile steamroller
transforms to Cain Marko
mere distractible, vulnerable mystic
youth's master of tech barrage
cybercrime’s Michael Calce
reformed, manipulative hacker worm
Date: November 29, 2019
IP-023
Michael Calce (born 1986, also known as MafiaBoy) is a security expert and former computer hacker from Île Bizard, Quebec who launched a series of highly publicized denial-of-service attacks in February 2000 against large commercial websites, including Yahoo!, Fifa.com, Amazon.com, Dell, Inc., E*TRADE, eBay, and CNN. He also launched a series of failed simultaneous attacks against nine of the thirteen root name servers.
Categories:
steamroller, 11th grade, bullying, computer,
Form: Kimo
I’m learning to love pink
In bowls;
And boys and girls.
For my bedroom wall
Was claimed
Putrid pink by my volitional Aunt
And thus made me hate
The color of its paint.
And yellow by the way,
The honking, screaming hue
Of a steamroller-child
~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~
Through my grand’s eyes,
Orange too!
Peel those layers,
Those juicy, goosebumpy —
Yes, scary
Four flame-throwing
Tires of to the moon and back.
I’ve had to draw back
from red...the apple of my eye
for
the
cops
keep a score of tickets in their squad cars
for those
who believe they can pull off this trend
better to keep the Holy Bible in view
We found out, instead
For the eagle-eye of Virginia,
the sceptic of his state
turned to psalm 46:10
You can turn there too
and net your escape.
To summarize, pink is cool for sexes
Love yer yeller feller
And love yer orange peel
Things in the rearview mirror’r closer
than they appear
God is at hand.
7/26/2019
Categories:
steamroller, color, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Some babies are born bald as a cue ball
Some are born small for obvious reasons
Some are born young as it makes sense
Keep infant babies safe and out of traffic
Keep them off highways during rush hour
Keep them away from speeding vehicles
If you must, feed them, take them for a stroll
Newly laid asphalt is very hot and dangerous
It is no place to lay down a baby for a nap
They could be confused with a stone or rock
Steamrollers move about without warning
We hope you get the drift of this story
Categories:
steamroller, abuse, appreciation, baby, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Interlude III (This is All This is Life)
This is all
I am not afraid of this life;
This is OK with me;
This is all
All that it is;
This is life this is OK with me;
This, this, this is I'm not afraid
This is, this is, this is all
And it's not OK
Love and life is not by me;
This is how I survived, my misery;
This is my life realized
This is OK with me
This is all, all that it is
This is life. . . .
Interlude IV (Glory, Glorious Day)
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Pain, pain, pains shine as the rays of sun;
glory, Holy grievous time of;
Hurt, hunger, I shall be contrite
I shall not, I shall not, and I shall not be revised
Glory, glory;
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Glory, glorious, glorious day;
Pain, pain, pains shine as the rays of sun;
glory, Holy grievous time of;
Hurt, hunger, I shall be contrite;
I shall not, I shall not, and I shall not be revised;
Glory, Glory;
(Glory, Glorious Day)
07/18/75
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from music composed and arranged by Chip Davis
words conceived around the Fresh Aire Album
Mannheim Steamroller
Categories:
steamroller, analogy, blessing, celebration, day,
Form: Blank verse
How do I know when I have made someone happy?
Cause I sure can tell when I have not
How can I bite my tongue when I have so much to say?
Biting your tongue can cause unnecessary bleeding
How should I spread myself thin enough to help everyone?
Hopefully not under an old steamroller
How will I get out of the rut I got stuck in?
With the help of some good Samaritan maybe
How do we know who we can and cannot trust?
With intuition and measured acutance
How can I be assured that I will survive?
No-one person can be assured of this
How am I able to ask all of these questions?
With a lot of hard thought and expressiveness
Will this make sense to anyone other than myself?
Only those that read these lines will be able to answer
Would you answer all questions asked of you honestly?
The truth can hurt some people if they have trouble with emotions
Do I answer all questions asked of me honestly?
I answer each question in ways I think will not hurt the listener
Categories:
steamroller, imagination
Form: Free verse