The Most Epic Poem--Part 1Og da er alt som det skal være
På denne lille jord
Hvor menneskene og snikmorderne bor.
For deg og meg og trilleduesmetten!
Høgt oppi Korsfarerland
Der bor det en gammel mann
Han eier ingen senger
Men har mange sokker og bøtter og spann,
Og oppi dem har han masse penger,
Som han egentlig ikke trenger,
Vi skal sørge for at han får brukt dem fort,
Når en snikmorder kommer inn, kledd i sort,
Og en annen kommer via vinduet inn,
Og tar seg et glass med vin,
Og surrer den sorte snikmorderen inn i en gardin,
Gardinen var laget av glass,
Og det satte virkelig alle sammen på plass,
Den gamle mannen har masse kjellerplass,
Og nedi der hadde han en gammal dass,
Opp av dassen kom det noe gult,
Det var en glemt og hemmelig kult,
Baki skyggene ventet kulten på mai,
De sang salmen "Kjære Bjørk, Gi Oss En Hai",
Mannen ble helt på gråten av deres dans,
Han synes den vekket hans sjette sans,
Den sorte sniken i gardinen fant en ost,
Laws of Marching Band#1: What ever happens in Band camp, stays in band campLaws of Marching Band6 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.
little red and demonlittle red and demon4 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
Llamas: Conversation in PoemLlamasLlamas: Conversation in Poem5 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
SkeletonsEvery year there is a night when all hell's minions rise,Skeletons3 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
The Marching BandThe Marching BandThe Marching Band13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moisture evaporates in waves from the grass
As drummers throw their mallets in a flash
The loud chords of the show music echo from the brass
The colour guard run for their flags in an alarming dash
The band directors relieve us with a break
But to us, ten minutes seem agonizingly short
The rookies passed out on the sidelines are difficult to wake
When the squad leaders call us to attention, we want nothing of the sort
The only thing that keeps us going is our pride
And rarely does the school system ever lend a hand
To the athletics teams, we are the obscure side
But we are the many...
The marching band
You might be a band geek if...You might be a band geek if...You might be a band geek if...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. You call your plumes chickens.
2. You name your plumes.
3. Your instrument has a name.
4. You have a nickname...
5. ....that you were forced into.
6. You get offensive if anyone puts down the band.
7. You actually practice your instrument.
8. You know people by what instrument they play.
9. You've come up with a million ways to hide food at football games and not get caught.
10. Most of your conversations are about band geeks...
11. ...or start with "this one time at band camp"
12. You walk in step with the other band geeks in the hall...
13. ...then you all try to get out of step...
14. ... but it doesn't work.
15. The most you've ever danced is at a football game.
16. You've fell on the football field...
17. ....in the middle of the show.
18. Your instrument has came apart while marching during a show.
19. You've been locked in a tuba case.
20. You want to be locked in a tuba case.
21. You've came up with a song about band geeks.
22. You don't mind c
High MaintenanceRoses are red, Violets are blueHigh Maintenance5 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!
South ParkSouth Park5 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
You're A Band GeekYou're A Band Geek8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You Know You're A Marching Band Geek When...
1. You walk in step with whoever is walking next to you.
2. You could play your cadence twice as well as your drumline.
3. You laugh at the concert choir for their awful flute posture.
4. Nothing is more fun than discovering your band and the opposing team's band know the same cheer--then competing to see who can play it faster.
5. You named your instrument.
6. You would seriously consider your options if it came down to destroying your instrument and losing your right pinky toe.
7. Your marching band is like your family: You feud all the time but you love most of them to death.
8. All or most of your friends are in your marching band.
9. You love banging people's drums.
10. You can play most of your cheers on more than one instrument.
11. When you hear a whistle, your first instinct is to shut up and get to attention.
12. However, when your drum major blows the whistle, you tend to ignore it.
13. You rarely date outside of band.
Recipe For A Marching BandFind a school of any size,Recipe For A Marching Band7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Add a band director with some instructors.
Combine cups of veteran students
With some freshly picked members.
Pour some instruments,
New and old.
Don't forget the flags, rifles, and sabers.
Sprinkle some pep music,
And of course the show.
Stir as much as needed.
Add a dab of drama
Pour gallons of love.
Put a dash of spice.
Mix in all the hopes and dreams.
Stir some more
Roll out the dough
Til' it reached it's desired firmness.
Cut it into many pieces,
As much as you want.
Decorate them with uniforms, drillmasters, shakkos and costumes.
Dress them up with pins, gloves and plumes
Remove any doubts and regrets
And add the final pinch of luck and faith.
Set them out on the field
And watch them rise and shine.
Marching Band PrideFriday nights from the end of August to November, you know where you are.Marching Band Pride7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your field of dreams.
Your life in the summer.
With some of the greatest people you've ever met.
With Some of your best friends.
This is where you remember who you really, truly are
This is where youc an be yourself without all the stereotyping
Changing on that bus in 3 minutes flat, stumbling over your instrument, trying
to find a legible seat.
You love this. This is who you are.
Some people reject it,
others support it.
But, you know who you are when you walk into that football stadium, beaming from
ear to ear.
THIS is what you worked so hard for in the summer.
THIS is what you have been waiting for.
The first game of the season, against your school's rivals. The big game.
When your band director screams from the top of his lungs: "BAND! A-TEN HUUUT!"
and you reply with "HUT!" You take in a deep breath, get into formation, and wait.
You watch the drum majors do their handshake, watch two run back, and one climb
Marching Band Is MagicalDuring the marching band season everything is magical.Marching Band Is Magical7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You have practices over the summer and you get to know everyone in the band that you hadnt before.
Band camp comes and all of a sudden you are so close. Spending thirteen hours a day, five days in one week doesnt make you fed up with them like you thought it would. The bond that you had somehow becomes closer. You are a huge family, directors included.
You couldnt imagine how things could get any greater. The bond that you have is as strong as it could ever be. Everything is wonderful.
Then practices become shorter to get you ready for the inevitable: school hour practices.
Now, you can only practice after school. Less time with your band.
That once magical bond that you had suddenly breaks. You dont see everyone, everyday anymore. You were lucky if you saw them passing you in the hallway. Those friends that you were inseparable from you dont have one class with.
The magic fades.
Football games are onc
Marching BandddThis is when you can tell that you're in marching band...or you're just obsessed with it. XDMarching Banddd7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Bolds are ones that somewhat fit me. XD
Italics are comments
1. When you don't mind changing on the bus.
2.When being mauled by a drum is a normal part of life.
3.When your instrument has a name. BOB~ XD
4.When your friends know your instruments name
5.When your non-band friends know your instruments name ...lol. XD
6.When you name your plume We don't get our own plumes...but I just call mine 'Plumey' XD
7.When you accidently call your band director "Dad"...or 'Mom.'..oops Did that once...or twice. To a few band teachers
8. When your front teeth are chipped by your instument. That just happened not too long ago! XD
9.When you have a neck strap tan line or a flutist friend tan line.
10.When you still have concert music from 3 years ago memorized.
11.When you listen to the r
Marching Band PrideWe get on the field,Marching Band Pride5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marching in beat,
We're called into attention,
And we all scream "One",
We don't lean too forward,
Or even smirk a smile,
We only concentrate on the drum majors.
Parents smile and whistle,
While children looked confused,
Why would we answer to them?
And react so quickly,
They gain our tension.
The drum majors start
Our halftime show,
Let's give them a show of a lifetime,
Let's give them a mouthful; a meal,
Let's give them pride.
Our instruments parallel,
We march in concentration,
Our show mesmerizes them,
Like a gun or a pestle.
When we finish,
The crowd cheers,
Our breathing is rough,
We fight smiles,
And march off the field.
We gave them our life,
We gave them our heart,
We gave them our pride,
We march onto the track,
And strait to our seats.
When we head off for food,
We'll remember our seniors' last game,
People say we were great,
Smiles and giggles,
We will not give up.
Out on the field to people,
Marching Band"Marching band isn't a sport!"Marching Band8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I beg to differ.
What makes Marching Band so different?
Some say it doesn't match the definition of sports.
Well let's see what the definition is.
Sports: An activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of
rules or customs and often undertaken competitively. An active pastime;
So... the way I see it,
marching band is no different from a sport
The Marching band uses maybe
twice the physical exertion then a lot of other sports.
Sure football players get tackled while running up and down the field;
swimmers swim so many laps they feel as though they can't move their legs.
And other sports are similar
But the marching band runs across the field to a fro,
and our only break is a two minute ballad
where we are still moving but at a slower pace
And I don't see any of those swimmers holding a instrument
and playing into it while doing what their doing.
And Marching band is an activity governed by rules.
Obsessed with Marching Band...1. *You walk in step with people around you in the hallsObsessed with Marching Band...7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. *You find yourself humming the music during a different class
3. You can name the first marching band music you played
4. *All or most of your friends are in band
5. *When youre listening to any other music you tap your foot in time or walk in time with it
6. Your uniform is your favorite outfit (kinda for me)
7. When naming off all of your friends you realize that they all are in some sort of music class
8. You memorize your concert band music
9. *You argue with people that Marching Band IS A SPORT!!
10. *You name your instrument (my clarinet's name is Jun and is gay with my friend's sax named Bridget from Gadget Gear)
11. *You have a handshake with people in your section (the clarinets before a game we get in a big circle and count to three then do a big grunt/yell)
12. *You criticize other bands you hear on you tube
13. *You get made when your friends arent in step with you
14. *You always say psh, m