Laws of Marching Band#1: What ever happens in Band camp, stays in band campLaws of Marching Band5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
#2: Water is your friend
#3: The sun is not your friend
#4: Drill charts are not sweat rags
#5: Tubas (and guard) have the right of way
#6: Watch out for falling objects
#7: GET IN THE PICTURE!
#8: Toes up!
#9: Never piss off a piccolo player who is holding a piccolo
#10: Don't piss off the people with the longest reach (poles are a whole lot cheaper than instruments)
#11: The band director is always right
#12: The drum majors are never wrong (Unless in conflict with rule #11)
#13: The trumpet is sacred. Fear the Trumpet
#14: If you can't understand the drum line, don't worry, not many people can.
#15: Ridiculous uniforms are always in fashion
#16: BIGGER IS BETTER!
#17: Don't feed the sousaphones
#18: Flip-flops are the enemy. Never associate with the enemy
#19: Don't be horny! Be saxy!
#20: It's our field! We just let the football team use it.
Derpy HoovesDerpy HoovesDerpy Hooves4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's time to go out and deliver todays news
she nodded her eyes still cross
she was eating an orange but gave it a toss
first stop was Rainbow Dash
When she got there she heard a crash
It was none other than dash
who is now laying down in the grass
Derpy walked over to the disoriented filly
and looked at her a little silly
Dash stood up with a yawn
then hovered three inches above the lawn
Derpy handed her a package
Then took out an apple for a little snackage
Rainbow dash opened the package and gave derpy a kiss
which filled her with absolute bliss
"Oh thank you D.H i didn't know you felt that way about me"
derpy smiled as she kissed rainbow back her face starting to turn a bright red
Llamas: Conversation in PoemLlamasLlamas: Conversation in Poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
By peachnewt and knightswhodontsayni
This is a conversation in poem that started with the gift of a llama.
Thanks for the llama.
A pixelated icon.
This is a haiku.
To say you're welcome
Is but a courtesy,
To llama it forward
Are you suggesting
I give you a llama?
This gift I am accepting
Should come without drama.
I need no return
For alpaca or llama.
And I do not ask
With anger or drama.
To give to the giver
Is a gift with two sides,
To give upon strangers
Is an unexpected surprise.
The more facets a gift
The more smiles one sees,
So spread the llama love
To unexpected giftees.
This llamatic gift
Has inspired poetry,
The sending is swift
In terms of delivery.
It's brown and pixelated,
It comes from the soul,
It's very appreciated,
And this poetry is my goal.
The unexpected sonnets
Are a pleasant surprise,
Though I cannot give bluebonnets,
Is the art of t
little red and demonlittle red and demon3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A rhyme story about a demon looking for love. He goes to the land of fairytales to search for his own princess. On his journey he meets a few well known fairytales. GIggles, Petunia, and Flaky. There is still blood. Read and Review It's a good laugh.
There once was a demon who lived alone
On the dark side of the world he sat in his throne
Flippy was the name he was given
For his second personality which was hidden
His own fairytale is what he wished for
And to not live forever in blood and gore
So a princess he would go and find
One who is beautiful graceful and kind
He took along with him his bowie knife
For anyone who messed with him will lose their life
He walked a long way out of his land
Into another world which was grand
The sun was bright and the sky was clear
No sign of sorrow death or fear
But he had no time to sightsee
He must find his soon bride-to-be
He finally saw a large open field
With flowers animals and trees the place weil
High MaintenanceRoses are red, Violets are blueHigh Maintenance4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?
When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.
All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!
Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!
You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!
Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!
Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!
Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
Tu Peut même parler français pour proclamer ton amour!
That would be different! That would be sweet!
Come on baby, sweep a girl off her feet!
I'm not asking for much, just some more va va voom.
Love doesn't have to be shown in the bedroom!
ClopinThe thought makes me giggleClopin4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The sight makes me laugh
The voice makes me swoon
Like a silly child again
The antics just kill me
The jokes and the jests
But the sweetest of all
Is what lies in his chest.
Doctor Who?Doctor Who?Doctor Who?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One night I looked up at the sky,
And what did I see?
A big, blue, police box,
Flying down towards me.
The box came from nowhere,
It made the wind gush through the trees,
The door opened up and a man came out,
Saying, "Hello, I am The Doctor. Who might you be?"
I ask, "What is this box?"
He said, "It's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,"
I ask, "What does it do?"
He said, "It will take you anywhere in the universe. Just name the time and the place."
I looked inside the blue box,
It's bigger on the inside,
I asked, "You can fly this thing?"
He said, "Of course I can!" and he straighten his bowtie.
I said, "I want to come with you."
He looked and said, "There're a lot of weird things out there. Are you sure you want to know?"
I pondered for a minute and smile saying, "Yes!"
He smiled and said, "Then away we go!"
Impulsive SpontaneityImpulsive Spontaneity.Impulsive Spontaneity3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sometimes I have these random thoughts.
To live in the moment and don't care if I get caught.
Act out the first thing that comes to my mind.
And for no one to label me as out of my mind.
Just do something spontaneous like
Reattach my umbilical chord.
Devour a yoghurt with a medieval sword.
Play basket ball with a vegetable.
Explain to my doctor that his handwriting is legible.
Put a goldfish in my washing machine.
Break down in a gum clinic and cause a dramatic scene.
Confess my love to an actual feathery bird.
Raise my hand in an important meeting and not say a word.
Pour a bag of self raising flower on a bunch of small orphans.
Combine and flambé ice cream and baked beans in a sauce pan.
Plug in my Ipod head phones in to a golden delicious apple.
Locate and challenge Morgan Freeman to an official pokemon battle.
Take to the streets as a masked super villain.
Take out a pepperoni and cheese pizza from the oven without a mitten.
Change the language set
An Iron Maiden taleAn Iron Maiden tale3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The prisoner, caught somewhere in time, the fugitive runs silent runs deep.
Burning with ambition from those wasted years,
hallowed be thy name in innocent exile, a twilight zone, sanctuary.
Killers, the fear of the dark.
Prowlers, assassins and drifters never afraid to shoot strangers,
like a phantom of the opera leaving his mark.
Back to the village, don't look to the eyes of a stranger.
Brave new world, a massacre, gangland more like transilvania,
public enema number one, not just a weekend warrior.
For the greater good of gods at childhood's end.
Mercenary, tailgunner or trooper,
always blood on the world's hands.
Strange world, murders in the rue morgue, hooks in you.
Genghis Khan, Alexander the great and the sheriff of huddersfield,
when two worlds collide in the evil that men do.
From here to eternity, you are a man on the edge of darkness.
The unbeliever, the nomad, the pilgrim, the loneliness of the long distance runner,
be quick or be dead, run to the hills, sta
Go the Buck to Sleep: A ParodyGo the Buck to SleepGo the Buck to Sleep: A Parody2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The fillies nestle close to their mothers now
Tired creatures rest in a heap.
I'll tuck your little hoofsies in.
Please go the buck to sleep.
Ponyville snoozes in darkness, my darling
Not even the insects creep.
It's time to go to slumberland,
So go the buck to sleep.
The griffins above the clouds are tired out
And the fishes slumber in the deep.
Ponyfeathers, there's no way you're not tired!
Just get in your bucking bed, you'll see! Go sleep!
Rainbow Dash is snoring now
And Applejack is counting sheep.
Darn it, just shut up, no more,
And go the buck to sleep!
Fluttershy keeps her critters close.
They snooze without a peep.
I'm not getting you any cider now!
Just go the buck to sleep!
Pinkie Pie parties in dreamland now
The birds are too tired to cheep.
I'll send you to the moon, I swear,
If you don't go the buck to sleep!
Rarity works on her dress tonight,
It's looking trim and neat.
What the buck Rarity, not you too!
Cut the crap and sleep!
The manticore r
The JokerJoker with a frozen smile,The Joker9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Let us just laugh awhile,
Turned by the toxins found in life,
Turned by greed, grief and strife,
You may pry and wonder why,
The honest truth I'll not deny,
An evil smile long held within,
Is now outwardly this evil grin!
No~NONo2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"We will be out for a while. Please watch out our apartment, 'kay?" Pewdie said, looking through his real friend but not-to-real-friend, Piggeh, Stephano, Gonzales, Mr.Chair and Skully, while filled something in his bag. Yeah, as you know, they are in Pewdie Marzia and Pewdie's room, (because their room so small and makes them 2 to sleep together).
"Where will you guys go?" asked Piggeh, look very curiosly. Pewdie shook his head no.
"If I tell you, sure you guys will going to stalked us again until you guys made avery big trouble like before " Pewdie said and close his bag. Marzia, his girlfriend, give them a small smile.
"Sorry guys, but, we want our date go very perfectly " she added a 'POKERFACE' face, "so we don't want to take you out with us."
"Especially you ,twin brother ." Pewdie said and pointing toward the twin brother.
Stephano and Gonzales looked to each other. What?!
"What is my fault?!" both of the twin brother asked togetherly, making the Sweden startl
The Warner Nursery Rhymes 2Narrator: And now another Nursery Rhyme from the Warners. *opens the book and shows a picture of a little girl*The Warner Nursery Rhymes 23 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Narrator: Mary had a little lamb
Dot: *translating* Mary had a little gullible cross-eyed brother
(little goofy-looking boy appears next to Mary)
Narrator: Who's fleece was white as snow
Yakko: *translating* He may look innocent on the outside, but on the inside, he's head is as hallow as an empty cauldron.
Narrator: And every where that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go
Wakko: *translating* Mary's brother mostly fallow her because, Mary always carries candy in her pocket.
(The next day, Mary was going to school, with her brother and the Warner siblings fallowing her)
Narrator: It fallowed her to school one day, which against the ru
Yes, I DO Speak French"Parlez-vous français, Mademoiselle?"Yes, I DO Speak French3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
he asked me.
With a smile, I replied,
"Oui, mon amour!"
Dammit, I meant ami!
He looked at me,
Those are the only words in French I know...
I did the only thing left to do.
I pulled him close
and kissed him hard
on his big,
"Mon Dieu... Ce qui est arrivé?"
he asked in a daze.
Girls on TrampolinesGirls on Trampolines4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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Ode to ZakOde to Zak5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ode to Zak Saturday:
The power of connection
The feeling of grace
Zak has way more than
Just a handsomely pretty face
His skill is the highest
His courage none can best
Zak's caring, and loyal family
Would be put to the test
A simple task of finding Kur
Argost messed up badly
When he messed with the Saturdays
... They fought him, GLADLY.
Poor Zak, just 11 years old
Was kidnapped, beaten, and hard he fought
For his family's life's on the line
And that's no thought!
Treking over land and sea
Near and far
Fisk, Zon, Komodo and Zak
Don't travel by car.
When Fisk's instincts
Showed him the way
Argost found out the location
And that brightened his day!
Zak went into the belly of the beast
Thought of as Kur
And ed Argost's mask
... Munya & Argost ran off for sure!
Lo and behold
The Naga relic doth glow
It shows light for ancient Kur
But it dealt a blow
Zak and Fisk won the fight
Against all odds, they're tough for sur
The Warner Nursery Rhymes 1Narrator: *in a Winnie the Pooh voice* Good day, young children. Today we'll be listening to one of Mother Goose's Nursery rhymes.The Warner Nursery Rhymes 13 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And for you adults who are watching this, the words would be translated by
*Yakko, Wakko, and Dot jump in*
All 3: Us!
Narrator: Today's nursery rhyme is "Hey Diddle, Diddle." *opens the story book*
(The Warners appear at a country scenery, dressed as farmers, and next to a night-club shaped like a barn)
Yakko: *looks at the barn* Not a bad start for this short-fic.
Wakko: *suggesting* Let's start the rhyme inside there.
(All three walk into the barn)
Narrator: Hey Diddle, Diddle
Yakko: *translating* That was my impression of Porky Pig calling out to Didley the waiter.
*calls out to the waiter* Hey Dids, another refill of moonshine over here.
SkeletonsEvery year there is a night when all hell's minions rise,Skeletons2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The air is filled with monstrous shrieks and evil fills the skies.
Unshackeled from the bonds of death, once more in life remade,
They like to celebrate their deaths, and ply their evil trade.
A band strikes up to start the show; a noise so filled with dread,
A menacing cacophony; enough to wake the dead.
With zombies on percussion and banshees playing strings,
Wraiths make a racket blowing horns and vampires start to sing.
Now comes a haunting melody, as a reaper croons alone,
Of hungering fangs and sucking blood, and ripping flesh from bone.
More scramble from their resting place; to heed the rallying call,
And drink and dance away the night, at the annual undead ball.
The entertainment highlight is something to behold,
Ogres thunder to the stage with feats of strength so bold.
And the acrobatic talents of the Demons never fail,
To transfix the watching audience and warm their twitching tails.
The Wizard cup now starts at last
South ParkSouth Park4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The fat ass Nazi
The boy with the stupid dad
The Jew whose hat is green
The kid in the orange who's always dead
The sweet little boy who always gets trick
The girl you don't what to mess with
The holyday spirit whose a piece of sh**t
The blonde haired boy who's British
The beloved chef who always got laid
The insane teacher who is gay
The two Canadians who are never lame
The big-headed counselor who says M'kay
The mayor with the big ego and pride
The comedian who's handicap
The officer who doesn't even have a mind
The scare little kid who looks like he's on crack
The boy in blue who flips you off
The boy in the red jacket who always cries
The four kids that are Goth
The kid in the wheelchair who's livin' a lie
The kid in purple who's the only one brown
The mother who's has an exciting sex life
The two hunters who shoots everything down
The principal who's sane most of the time
Just a normal day in this small town
This great town of South Park
Chuck Shurley aka CarverEdlundChuck Shurley aka CarverEdlund5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Chuck is awesome, Chuck is cool,
he makes everybody drool.
Even Becky, even Bobby,
even the classy band Bon Jovi
Is Chuck God, or is he cool-er,
I dunno, I need a cooler.
Chuck's a hottie, Chuck's a babe,
even more than Sylar (Gabe).
He writes fanfics, even books
but they're not as cute as he looks,
he has a beard, he has a 'stashe,
he can make the angels clash.
I demand that he shows up,
'cause everyone loves Chuck!
He can even carry the name of Norris,
and still look like an aquatic goddes***
Chuck is awesome, Chuck is cool,
he makes everybody drool.
Even Becky, even Bobby,
even the classy band Bon Jovi!
Every now and every then,
he has a pretty awesome tan!
Sammy won't admit it, but he loves Chuck's hair
he even made one wig on that silly funny fair!
Yeah, this Chuck-adoration-thingy is © by me.
No, I do NOT own Chuck (or any of the characters mentioned anywhere above) --- yes, but sadly I don't.
Come on. We all love Chuck Shurley/ Carver Edlund. Admit it. He reall
The poem about my arseThis is the Poem about my arse.The poem about my arse4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My arse is greasy, it sags in some spots.
My arse is decaying i sit here and watch.
My arse is rotting and nothing i do,
will stop it from pushing out this big poo.
I sometimes scratch my arse and make it all red
other times i chew it and it falls off dead.
My arse is my friend and i love him so much
next time just view him and please do not touch.
A TF2 Night before ChristmasA TF2 Night before Christmas5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A TF2 Night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, with a beautiful sky
No one was scurrying in base, not even Spy.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hope that new weapons would soon be there
The team was nestled all snug in their beds
While Sniper had dreams of blowing of heads
And Scout's mom cleaning everyone's hats
Thinking the first time Scout got his bat
When out on the field arose such a clatter
Soldier sprang from his bed to what's the matter
Outside the window there was a bright flash
That burned down the shutters and singed his new sash
The fire had melted the fresh fallen snow
So Soldier shot a rocket to kill who was below
Just then he saw something in the sky
He knew that it must not be a Spy
But Saxton Hale sky diving through the air!
And Soldier knew he was landing there
He jump rocket quick, back to his bed
To think of the weapons Saxton Hale would put by his head
Saxton Hale landed with a great big boom
Happily giving out new weapons of doom
My NameWhen I was born I slipped from the doctors grasp,My Name2 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
As my horrified parents released a gasp,
I landed upside down flat upon my face,
Forced to abandon the favored name of Grace,
Reminded of the famous tower found in the town of Pisa,
Always on the verge of falling, they rhymed and named me Lisa.