Trombones Poems - Poems about Trombones

...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......

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... Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands......

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...“A maestro is like a candle. It consumes itself to light the way for others.”- ~~ The Poet ~~ Conductor of an a......

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...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......

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... 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 che......

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...Let’s sail away to Acapella, A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller. I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella. It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as......

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...Some float, move on the diameter of a whim. A few articulate between joy and grief, others are hinged so that ears can hear each other. Most are scaffolds. One hollow bone hums in the throat,......

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...sinking putt kicking butt sticking shut humiliating hut feeling gut asking what removing rut dancing strut having been cut muttering mut becoming nut News reporter on MSNBC talked about ......

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...I am the drum major my baton twirls I catch with ease my whistle so shrill the band follows my every move the beat of the big base drum and the magic sound of a dozen trombones then the pipes......

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...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 ......

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...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 stri......

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...Encore Cold metal touches my lips Breathe Fingers extend Breathe Chatter from the audience Fills my ears Breathe Lights from above Blind me Breathe Baton Moves up Breathe Up Down......

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...Sing Me an Old Style Song Sing me an old style song, With pretty flowing phrases; A story of love gone wrong, In other times, in other places. No trumpets blare, just sweet trombones, A cro......

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...Distant love, o silent mystic! My petals are just made of rubber and the sky is rusty blue. How arrogant your degree has made you have you lost or never had a sense of youth the nerve to hold im......

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...Salve for the soul in healing sound Rhythms balm spreads in division Lifts the hour high Explodes the troubled mind to calm ......

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