I'm Hyper in the BrainI tread on beards of trolls of green
Who, from my haste, did squeak in pain
That while I listened to famous screams
I must check the pigeons again
The zoo with tiny cage and paper toys
Has shown no will to join my face
And so from gray balcony of scribbled joys
I see the outline of fallen bodies traced
The larger pants with pockets filled of treasure lost
Do drag their cries from boat to court
Yet their greedy souls is what I desire most
So that the gods may sale from port
And in the kingdom of fallen hearts
Where refined shape and familiar soul may lie
Though great, it may improve its parts
Should it give the bonded man a try
It reminds me so of links of fate
Whose hearts of black have lacquer taste
Tis great, and grows immensely by the date
I hope that time will not lay it to waste
At closer realms, with walls of white
Where eagles soar and bull dogs bite
I should never know if things need be set right
I never draw close to an eagle's flight
In one case home struck love in curls
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.
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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.
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.
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