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"drumline" poems
Please tell everyone your name, grade, And what instrument you play. We’re just going to go over some basics. You can have a break in ten minutes. Band, ten, HUT! HUT! Come to set! Attention! I said come to set! Heels together, toes apart. Check your posture! Guide to your left! No, your other left! Your steps are too big. No, now your steps are too small. You have to stay at set for three minutes; If anyone moves, we start again. Restart the time! Restart again! Get your feet in time, freshmen! Section leaders, I need to see you.  Now. Your water break is still ten minutes away. Drum majors, go get more batteries for the met. First competition guys, good luck! I don’t care if it’s late, we need to learn the drill. Someone go run and turn on the field lights! You’ll thank me later. First football game, good luck! Drumline, did I say you could put your instruments down? Trumpets, get your horns up!  To the press box! You’ll get it, don’t give up! Last competition guys, congrats! Give it your all and don’t look back! Guard, don’t **** anybody with your flags. GUARD! Last football game, congrats! Somebody please let the bass drums through! Everybody give me your plumes! Do NOT set your uniform on the ground! I expect all of you back next year. Thank you for giving me your best. I apologize for when I was at my worst. I love you guys.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Words of a Band Director
Friday night Beneath the lights The boys are set to go The scouts are out there watching It's time they got a show Football in a small town It's religion out of church To find something open Friday night You'd really have to search The busses all are lined up Down the street around the school Alumni selling t-shirts With old logos by the pool There's a game that rivals football That you can't see from the stands It's make out time beneath the bleachers While the fans are clapping hands No flags for interference Off sides, no way not here The players don't wear protection And in between they're drinking beer The quarterback he steals the show Making passes on a line The college scouts are hovering That must be a good sign The smell of deep fried everything It lingers in the air There's flasks of Jim Beam passed about without a single care The band performs a drumline Keeping beat for those below The ones not playing football The kids hidden from the show Each Friday night it happens Two rivals meet in church And somewhere beneath the bleachers Some poor kids left in the lurch There's a game that rivals football That you can't see from the stands It's make out time beneath the bleachers While the fans are clapping hands No flags for interference Off sides, no way not here The players don't wear protection And in between they're drinking beer
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
The game beneath the stands
Remind me, please Write me one more letter One like letters 16 through 53 The golden ages Write the last paragraph Like you don’t want it to end Squeeze out the lines You were planning on holding back Like you did For those 37 Teach me how to fall asleep before midnight Again Teach me how to wake up without hangovers How to wake up with ideas Show me everything Like our poetry collections Volumes 1 through 3 When we alternated days And submissions For 188 straight days Minus the 14 days We wrote four-letter poems Remind me, please When the bar was a date And 1.75 liters was a dinner party Not a Tuesday Make me pay you back The $65.00 in make-up That I used to paint “You’re too beautiful for make-up” On the bedroom wall Make me buy your little brother beer For painting over it Put 7,640 new songs on my itunes Because these 7,640 are played out Make sure we see every movie Nominated for best picture Before your cheesy award show party It’s up to ten now, you know Stay with me For nine more minutes While I hit snooze Awake and right at it Like ’04 Baby snores and blanket wars Like ’05 Up before the alarm Like ’06 Or at least in my dreams Like ’07 And ’08 Rub it in my face For the umpteenth time By taking extra good care of me When I’m sick Even though I never get sick Pose for me While I paint And stare Like that one time When you were feeling so brave Let’s spend our last $8.00 On yellow tail Our last $18.00 On Sebastiani Our last $38 On Veuve Cliquot Because every day is a celebration ******* Let’s reminisce on the 414 times Our bodies became one And the 671 times They were at least in the same bed Inspire me Call attention to my capabilities And caution to my chaos Instigate that ******* in me That made a jealous appearance or two At christmas parties and night clubs Hum me all 162 times I teared up in ’06 At the exact same time Like a drumline Of being lost Because baby i’m lost Point me Point me in the right direction Send me on the right path You know, the one with you at the end of it
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
...but who's counting
Remind me, please Write me one more letter One like letters 16 through 53 The golden ages Write the last paragraph Like you don’t want it to end Squeeze out the lines You were planning on holding back Like you did For those 37 Teach me how to fall asleep before midnight Again Teach me how to wake up without hangovers How to wake up with ideas Show me everything Like our poetry collections Volumes 1 through 3 When we alternated days And submissions For 188 straight days Minus the 14 days We wrote four-letter poems Remind me, please When the bar was a date And 1.75 liters was a dinner party Not a Tuesday Make me pay you back The $65.00 in make-up That I used to paint “You’re too beautiful for make-up” On the bedroom wall Make me buy your little brother beer For painting over it Put 7,640 new songs on my itunes Because these 7,640 are played out Make sure we see every movie Nominated for best picture Before your cheesy award show party It’s up to ten now, you know Stay with me For nine more minutes While I hit snooze Awake and right at it Like ’04 Baby snores and blanket wars Like ’05 Up before the alarm Like ’06 Or at least in my dreams Like ’07 And ’08 Rub it in my face For the umpteenth time By taking extra good care of me When I’m sick Even though I never get sick Pose for me While I paint And stare Like that one time When you were feeling so brave Let’s spend our last $8.00 On yellow tail Our last $18.00 On Sebastiani Our last $38 On Veuve Cliquot Because every day is a celebration ******* Let’s reminisce on the 414 times Our bodies became one And the 671 times They were at least in the same bed Inspire me Call attention to my capabilities And caution to my chaos Instigate that ******* in me That made a jealous appearance or two At christmas parties and night clubs Hum me all 162 times I teared up in ’06 At the exact same time Like a drumline Of being lost Because baby i’m lost Point me Point me in the right direction Send me on the right path You know, the one with you at the end of it
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You are driving your car Feet up on the dashboard Illuminated drops of rain Racing down your window Drumline marching ontop of the roof Dusty warm air blowing In my face Melting off the doubts That were plastered over my eyes Rennaisance twirling on My tongue and I want To tell you as you Drive through the Dark That I am happy
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
Night Drive
Out in the streets The machine guns rattle And the mortats explode Like som sick conductos Idea of a drumline. Rattattat Boom Rattattat The young rebels play With their fireworks While I drink my wine In the safety of The corner cafe. Tonight, I thought about you My dear old enemy And of how long its been Since we were ther at the Starting line of this war That still limps toward the finish. And already we have left Our mark upon each other. You have your scars, And I have mine. We've both grown old From waging our battles. Yet we still fight on, And that's what's amazing. Neither of us has given up And I respect you for it. My rival, to you I say. You are my brother. You understand the pain Of the wounds I've felt. You understand the goal I strive so hard to reach. We are brothers by The blood we spilt From one another. I sit in this cafe Sipping wine with pastries Lettling the younglings play Their most dangerous games, And I raise my cup To you my brother enemy. Though one of us must fall, I hope we'll get along In our many lives to come. I pray for you brother Who follows the same goddess. The waiter arrives With the check in hand. I look it over And tell her it's wrong. "Can't you see I was eating With my frined? This should read two Not just one." She looks me over And bids me farewell. "Be careful now, There's blood out there." I assure her that I know well of this.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
To you my brother enemy
he is brazen electricity along your veins and a sputtering drumline in your mind, he is tongue and teeth, skin and bone with his lovely notes scrawled on restaurant napkins and that half-smile on his lips which makes your knees shake; and he is perfect, he is lovers’ breath, entrapped and when your hands are cold, your sheets tangled, smeared makeup beneath the dark circles of your eyes, you can nearly taste his words on your tongue
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
live wire
Sprang out of bed the mess in my head there's a drumline in my chest I'm the one late for the runway there's a plane on it with my name on it I had everything planned so perfectly Who would have thought I'd find a knot in this coordinated plot it feels like a failed shot I get there in time i thank the airline find my seat A29 I'm in the air now unaware how my worst nightmare i'm in the wrong flight here I had everything planned so perfectly Who would have thought I'd find a knot in this coordinated plot it feels like a failed shot flight here Welcome to NYC this is not italy colosseum and museums will stay there in my dreams Is all this pain my price for not waking up in time
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
The Knot
i am a flat line drum line begging for a beat to feel alive silence makes me lose rhythm i must endure myself to survive
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
Drumline
I woke this morning and I questioned myself Was this all part of a dream? Or were you really here with me? Maybe your spirit guided you to meet with mine Maybe your heart followed the beat of the same drumline I felt you acknowledge my existence And the matter became real If only only for a short period of time Regardless, it was exactly how love should feel.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 9:15 AM UTC
DreamLess
Full freefall into bed. Notice every lumpy detail; every crumb not swept away. Head pounds like a drumline. Aches woven in every muscle fiber. Hot and cold flashes rotating through time. Dry sweat soaks my skin. Seconds masquerading as hours. Thoughts scratching the chords, choking to death.
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
Opposite of Deposit
I want to scream, Twist and shout like a primal pop hit. An atomic tango plays in my head, Angry, loud, hot. My lead heart wants to Fall out, weary from the Saturday night fever. COME ON, BABY, DO THE LOCOmotion. Wait. Don't let the chaos reign. Contain it. A drumline rolls and then the rimshot and his face Doesn't go away. Is he on the dance floor where I need to SLIDE TO THE LEFt. Stop. Good things come to those who can Why? The love hurts a downpour a flooD. the music is so loud the fear the anger the luv luve love gentlehearts in need of WELL UR WALKIN ANDA TALKIN
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
The Sunshine Boogie
Sardonic savory armors against midnight shift, Scrapbooks made from scrawny writings, Wherein science is religion, Some are hit and miss!! Scowling, surely overcrowds happy intentions, Noone mentions the fetal positions overthrow!! Window peepers gaze between one another, Serpent sermons drumline strong to song's of shipment sufferance, Where thine utterance is grieved more than thou has ever felt!!! More than the fall membrane beneathe your feet you shall blow! Doth thou roll amongst forge stone? Amongst the shows that made thou the mime thou art today../ A smile upon your cloak, Yet thy finest of coats is in all disarray... Perforaters try harshly to subdue our mother like peons, Formulaic bringons, Or turn one to sickened ones alike!!!! Chasers of cognizant, bringers of fatality, For doth thou chooseth to have life?
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
The discoverers
On a summer's eve I heard your call Hearts beating faster than a drumline Speechless with overwhelming joy Everything became brighter You have your pains and your past I have your relief and your future Time will ultimately heal you Until then I will tend your wounds I know you feel for your past lovers It does not waiver my love for you The past is something we must all carry I'm not here to make your load heavier. I fell in love the first time we met Though I was too ignorant to realize it Your beauty is unmatched by any in my eyes And your heart is where mine belongs. I am making a commitment A promise for the ages I will hold on to you my whole life You are what I was put on Earth for. It may be hard to comprehend I'm not entirely sure I do Love doesn't have to make sense Love means I am here for you. Through sorrow, pain, happiness, and life There I will be, with your heart in mine There I will be, your pain is mine There I will be, forever, my wife.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
You're not alone.
War is such a beautiful thought to the insane A large scale asylum with all of us inside Crazy, we sit quietly as they talk about war World war lll is said to be upon us Yet we normalize it, nothing is awkward As if the toxic gas will recognize the nostrils of the good; As if the nuclear bombs only burn the guilty and dodge the innocent Black, white, yellow, red skin Doesn't matter All will be affected by the terror Terror that was put into effect by few Three score and ten years was promised to us Yet the idea of some people in countries making it out their adolescenses is foreign God save us all War is such beautiful music to the greedy They love the sound of the drumline Whistling sweet beats into their ears Snare and bass drums booming Pap! pap! pap! Boom! Can you invision it? We are all now a part of a 'jumper' church We can't help but dance to the sound of the music The choir of the innocent Sing to the sound of their demise Hands lifted above head as they shout and run Giving praise to the heavens As God's children fall to the dirt As the dirt rises to the heavens God save us all Why are the good going out to **** and be killed? In the name of their country While the bad cloak their deep desires with a vision of peace All for personal gains Not for the people If it were for the people every life would matter No one would be sent to die And no bombs would be delivered Because peace would be the only option To save all lives and not just some at the expense of others God save us all
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
God save us all~ j. Neely
War is such a beautiful thought to the insane A large scale asylum with all of us inside Crazy, we sit quietly as they talk about war World war lll is said to be upon us Yet we normalize it, nothing is awkward As if the toxic gas will recognize the nostrils of the good; As if the nuclear bombs only burn the guilty and dodge the innocent Black, white, yellow, red skin Doesn't matter All will be affected by the terror Terror that was put into effect by few Three score and ten years was promised to us Yet the idea of some people in countries making it out their adolescenses is foreign God save us all War is such beautiful music to the greedy They love the sound of the drumline Whistling sweet beats into their ears Snare and bass drums booming Pap! pap! pap! Boom! Can you invision it? We are all now a part of a 'jumper' church We can't help but dance to the sound of the music The choir of the innocent Sing to the sound of their demise Hands lifted above head as they shout and run Giving praise to the heavens As God's children fall to the dirt As the dirt rises to the heavens God save us all Why are the good going out to **** and be killed? In the name of their country While the bad cloak their deep desires with a vision of peace All for personal gains Not for the people If it were for the people every life would matter No one would be sent to die And no bombs would be delivered Because peace would be the only option To save all lives and not just some at the expense of others God save us all
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War is such a beautiful thought to the insane A large scale asylum with all of us inside Crazy, we sit quietly as they talk about war World war lll is said to be upon us Yet we normalize it, nothing is awkward As if the toxic gas will recognize the nostrils of the good; As if the nuclear bombs only burn the guilty and dodge the innocent Black, white, yellow, red skin Doesn't matter All will be affected by the terror Terror that was put into effect by few Three score and ten years was promised to us Yet the idea of some people in countries making it out their adolescenses is foreign God save us all War is such beautiful music to the greedy They love the sound of the drumline Whistling sweet beats into their ears Snare and bass drums booming Pap! pap! pap! Boom! Can you invision it? We are all now a part of a 'jumper' church We can't help but dance to the sound of the music The choir of the innocent Sing to the sound of their demise Hands lifted above head as they shout and run Giving praise to the heavens As God's children fall to the dirt As the dirt rises to the heavens God save us all Why are the good going out to **** and be killed? In the name of their country While the bad cloak their deep desires with a vision of peace All for personal gains Not for the people If it were for the people every life would matter No one would be sent to die And no bombs would be delivered Because peace would be the only option To save all lives and not just some at the expense of others God save us all
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
God save us all
War is such a beautiful thought to the insane A large scale asylum with all of us inside Crazy, we sit quietly as they talk about war World war lll is said to be upon us Yet we normalize it, nothing is awkward As if the toxic gas will recognize the nostrils of the good; As if the nuclear bombs only burn the guilty and dodge the innocent Black, white, yellow, red skin Doesn't matter All will be affected by the terror Terror that was put into effect by few Three score and ten years was promised to us Yet the idea of some people in countries making it out their adolescenses is foreign God save us all War is such beautiful music to the greedy They love the sound of the drumline Whistling sweet beats into their ears Snare and bass drums booming Pap! pap! pap! Boom! Can you invision it? We are all now a part of a 'jumper' church We can't help but dance to the sound of the music The choir of the innocent Sing to the sound of their demise Hands lifted above head as they shout and run Giving praise to the heavens As God's children fall to the dirt As the dirt rises to the heavens God save us all Why are the good going out to **** and be killed? In the name of their country While the bad cloak their deep desires with a vision of peace All for personal gains Not for the people If it were for the people every life would matter No one would be sent to die And no bombs would be delivered Because peace would be the only option To save all lives and not just some at the expense of others God save us all
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My words be plenty wise, Yet people only wanna listen to garbage, Like lil skies. Afterall, the rap game has shown it hates logic. Maybe I’d be rich, If I bragged that I could have plenty wives. Maybe you’d ******* listen, If my words were sadistic like pennywise. Maybe I’d be signed, If I sold my soul to the demon goat with three eyes. However, with fame comes leeches, That tell pretty lies. Getting hooked to the fiction, Compromising morality to get between some thighs, As well as wine and dined, With bells come the whistles for the blind. The frame of mind, Through space and time, Has begun to unwind, With evolution on the decline. What was once filled with clarity, Is now filled with mumbling. What once expressed challenging themes, Now all sounds the same to me. It’s so sad to see, A Grammy list that nominated lil baby, But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy. I think I need to down me some communion wine, Cause people have lost they minds, Acting gangster but we know they lying, Pulling a gunna out from behind, Yet if caught, pull a 6ix9ine, **** I swear music is confined, Instead of bumping to Tech N9ne, They pop lil xan’s while watching drumline, Makes me wishing I could reincarnate as a slime, Because it’s just so uninspiring, Young wannabe thugs thinking they lions, Are just lying to themselves, Wanting be like *** But ending up a body full of gun shells, POW POW POW POW, Can’t you see the parallels? Too busy believing in the fairytale, Thinking ya can set sail, Like a lil yachty boat, But even the titanic thought it could float, It’s funny that these SoundCloud rappers, Think they the goat, Trying so hard to attain some cloat, By calling Eminem a joke. But the only joke I see, Is you folk. What was once filled with clarity, Is now filled with mumbling. What once expressed challenging themes, Now all sounds the same to me. It’s so sad to see, A Grammy list that nominated lil baby, But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy.
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Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
The Purge
My words be plenty wise, Yet people only wanna listen to garbage, Like lil skies. Afterall, the rap game has shown it hates logic. Maybe I’d be rich, If I bragged that I could have plenty wives. Maybe you’d ******* listen, If my words were sadistic like pennywise. Maybe I’d be signed, If I sold my soul to the demon goat with three eyes. However, with fame comes leeches, That tell pretty lies. Getting hooked to the fiction, Compromising morality to get between some thighs, As well as wine and dined, With bells come the whistles for the blind. The frame of mind, Through space and time, Has begun to unwind, With evolution on the decline. What was once filled with clarity, Is now filled with mumbling. What once expressed challenging themes, Now all sounds the same to me. It’s so sad to see, A Grammy list that nominated lil baby, But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy. I think I need to down me some communion wine, Cause people have lost they minds, Acting gangster but we know they lying, Pulling a gunna out from behind, Yet if caught, pull a 6ix9ine, **** I swear music is confined, Instead of bumping to Tech N9ne, They pop lil xan’s while watching drumline, Makes me wishing I could reincarnate as a slime, Because it’s just so uninspiring, Young wannabe thugs thinking they lions, Are just lying to themselves, Wanting be like *** But ending up a body full of gun shells, POW POW POW POW, Can’t you see the parallels? Too busy believing in the fairytale, Thinking ya can set sail, Like a lil yachty boat, But even the titanic thought it could float, It’s funny that these SoundCloud rappers, Think they the goat, Trying so hard to attain some cloat, By calling Eminem a joke. But the only joke I see, Is you folk. What was once filled with clarity, Is now filled with mumbling. What once expressed challenging themes, Now all sounds the same to me. It’s so sad to see, A Grammy list that nominated lil baby, But not Denzel Curry, now that’s a tragedy.
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