"drumroll" poems
*Italic drumroll...
imperial cavalcade with Roman horns, eagle standards raised*;
♪ ♫♪♫ ♪♪♫♫♪♪♫♫♪♪♫♫♪
ALL HAIL !
Ye screen-fed sacrificial citizens, seething simpletons and volatile voters:
attend now, with republican fervor, tempered by democratic zeal, to the golden-tongued orator of our epoch, gallant guardian of American greatness, avatar of avarice, the Jeffersonian gentleman, anointed autocrat and Sultan of Swell, windswept Wazir of Wonderful, emissary of towering eminence in empire, The Anti H-Rod: Donald J. TRUMP !
(Plebeians look up from their circus-bread for a second—)
And may Our Sovereign Savior & Almighty God also bless his worthy opponent and adversary *HILLARY ("H-Rod")*
(Patricians murmur, nod; a few salute)
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
There's a turning point on my tongue when I realize who you really are.
You appear to me in macaroni art, in fingerpaintings, in cracked iPhone screens.
I dream you in refrigerator word magnets / I read you in my favorite novel from age 13 and cry about it.
Your self-portrait is etched in my bottom-bowl bulimia at 2:07 AM. And guess what?
(I'm not entirely convinced that you didn't come crafted from the sea, slimy and sultry and green trails or tails surfacing to hold hands and jigsaw your human form.)
At night, I see lines of caterpillars leading from your belly button to be your matter. Excuse me? I am going through your life with a fine-toothed comb and knitting an afghan out of your DNA.
Drumroll, please! / I've got it -
You are 47 Autumns. You Are exactly as You Were.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
I've been rewriting our history
on the ripped pages of my notebook
with the cheap ink in my pen.
I've long forgotten
how we ended
I've long forgotten
all your goodbyes
or how you stopped saying goodnight
replacing them with farewells
how you barely even whispered
how your hand let go of mine
how your smile disappeared
in the back of my mind
stuck in my memories
imprinted in my brain.
Don't worry, Love
I've long forgotten these things
Don't worry about my pain
I've replaced this event
with the tip of my pen
Don't worry, Love
I've forgotten all the details
and only remember the story I've created
I've replaced this memory
with such an impossible fantasy
in this story you held on
in this story you kept your smile
in this story you hugged me tight
we had that drumroll before the happy end
Instead of walking away
you ran after me
Instead of goodbye
you said goodnight
Because, Love,
goodnight will always be different
from goodbye
a. gale
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
The magic in your eyes,
The "make my knees weak" smile,
The "my heart skipped a beat" moment.
The "world stopped turning" for a while.
That electric feeling,
when our elbows touch,
That comforting lie,
"I've missed you so much"
The heat of the moment,
When my hand wraps around your waist,
and I pull you close,
with the other hand on your face,
The "drumroll" leading,
to the firework kiss,
The warm embrace after,
that always makes me wish,
That if clocks could be broken,
Then so would be time,
And I wouldn't have to hurry,
In this paradise of mine,
and all these heavens,
that begin with a hello,
All disappear,
and time begins to slow,
and I try my hardest not to show you,
but no matter how hard I try,
The hell in hello,
is when you say goodbye.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
~
Hand over heart
*Hold on.
Please hold on,
Don't Fall in Love.*
You know how it’ll sound.
Love is a strong midnight coffee
that will make your heart palpitate.
A booming sound of drumroll beating
causes sleepless nights over thinking.
Elusive Dream of Love's awakening.
.
*Now
Hold onto your heart
And Listen,*
.
Listen to the whisper of aloneness.
Remember, it’s your favorite music.
A velvet blanket covering your body
under the unfathomable calm night.
Silence, isn’t it heaven to you?
Now, let it be that way,
*Don't Fall in Love.
Please hold on,
Hold on.*
Hand over heart
~
ELUSIVE DREAM OF LOVE
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Your pacing pulse beats a drumroll in anticipation of the unknown
Yet your soul remains silent in cries as an unborn
Singing lullabies in cries up to the highest note
Still you stand placid,as the calm of the eye in a storm
Mutely you hope the transition to your dreams
Is eternal separation from the real
You rather find harmony in nyctophilia in the night because,
Daily the sun's illumination reminds you of the light you miss in your life
Your salty pillow know who you are.
BUT you built a home in your mind..now you wore a smile,descended the heavens when you fed your subconscious with eternal light. It all sources of your smile.
Now your pillow is dry.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Timeless rain, come carelessly, come
scour the furrows in the land.
You are most cathartic for the sky
and drop from fumbling hands.
Drumroll, drumroll - smiling, insist
yourself in grass and wood and fences
marked as Private. You are young snow
but with ambition. A stormcloud’s
in my head and you should know that
the world is drenched and wailing.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
ta-da!!!
the sun
has risen,
again
and so it
begins,
this days
descent
into night
i must
raise my
heavy head
and join
the
racing
rodents
i get
my joggers
on with out
alacrity
as i know,
from the
get go
i am only
going
to get a
participation
ribbon
today
another
to add
to the pile
ta-f#cking-da!!!
not a happy
camper, me.
¤¤¤¤¤
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
The air feels like rain again
I can almost taste it – damp and crisp
It’s something so familiar
And I can’t shake off this déjà vu
The sky is darker than his past
Which only seems ironic now
He kept his secrets buried so deep
But they’re about to come crashing down
He told me once that I was beautiful
And I wonder now if it was ever true
A smoke screen to hide behind
A wrong turning on a carefully laid road
I can hear a distinct rumble in my distance
Almost a drumroll for his inevitability
My deep breath teeters on the edge
Of my own hesitation
I am aware of the sound of my own breathing
Though he stands almost eerily silent
Entirely composed and arrogantly at ease
With the vastness of all his indiscretion
I’m unsure exactly how I knew
But when the heavens finally let go
I feel a certain comfort or even some relief
Knowing I now have nothing left to fear
And when the rain starts falling all around us
I am inexplicably warm and dry
While he is bathed in the fallout of every mistake he ever made
I can only smile, content with the opportunity of another day.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 10:18 AM UTC
The sky cried again today, it was sad and angry.
I wonder, if it was supposed to flood the earth and **** all living.
I wonder, if the raindrops are really tears of those, who cried today.
I wonder, how many must have cried today, to make the grass smell like it showered.
I wonder, if lightning is a photoshoot of the world, before it’s drowning.
I wonder, who is going to look at the pictures taken today.
I wonder, if thunder is the drumroll before the surprise.
I wonder, if everyone feels the beat in their veins.
I wonder, if the raindrops are afraid of landing on the leaves of the high trees.
I wonder, if the trees ever look down at us and think of all the better ways they could rule this world.
I wonder, if they ever scream at us, to stop ruining their earth.
I wonder, why we take this world for granted and call it ours.
I wonder, if we took this world from a better cause, to make the sky cry.
I wonder if I am the only one to see this broken world in the rain and,
I wonder, if I am the only one to hear the endless screams of pain, to see the tears of so many, covered up by an act of nature.
I wonder, if humanity has survived longer than it should have.
I wonder…
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
Love captures smiles
deep within eyes,
within hearts
reflections spiral
as mirrors expand views.
Sparrow sing
as footsteps dance
at doorways ajar.
love dictates
in breeze as bells toll
in steno-like heartbeats
eyelids fluttering in drumroll
in moments unfold like wind.
Love inside dreamscape
regenerates, awakens
Oneness is realized.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
You wallow in your soberless prison,
Clouds of misrey surround you like cobwebs in a long forgotton castle,
Your thoughts play the role of Judas better today than they did yesterday,
You try to escape from you self imposed exile like a fly from a spiders web, But you're trapped, like a curious ****** by her first kiss.
The drumroll of battle sounds in your head,
Today, the boot must go on the other foot.
(Breezy)
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
floating backward
on my back down a muddy river
at a cloud's pace banked by willows & sweet clover
with long branches of oaks stretching across to meet
hot sunshine burning spots on my face forearms & stomach
an invisible hand forcing my eyes to stay closed
& projecting dancing pinwheels of
curled peacock fire on my thin eyelids
i can hear the echo voices of everyone on
shore whirling in the soft wet part of my brain
so awfully warbled by the water in my ears as
i lay there with top water debris spurting playfully
from my lips with a pinched smile
carved between my cheeks
thinking what a shame it'd be to drown
no longer caressed by willow branches trailing
across the surface
to sink down
under a blue sky during a cloud race
into a quiet place where words no longer mean anything
& all i can hear anyway is the profound hiss
of a dying airbubble slipping away from my nose
open my eyes to look i can see it escape
& explode ascending into sunlight
refracting just eight feet away
how wonderful it is to drift down into
the soft silk blanket of dark water
with all the pain & piano music in the world
trapped in my pounding heart
as my friends dive bomb to save me
the drumroll kicks in with the dramamine
& sweet pear wine i had in a pack lunch
to keep away the eager panic hunger
it's accompanied by the soft indie
plink & pluck of violin strings &
someone in suspenders blowing a harmonica
as the nothingness struggles to enfold me
crawling over the shiny pores of my face
while my friends peel back
at it in layers
by re-breathing
their whiskey into my lungs
beating my chest
with their closed fists
& blowing my nose into a t-shirt in the sand
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Trusting you like this
Feels like sharing one breath;
The drumroll before the kiss.
Your exhale becoming my inhale.
Your forehead on mine.
Our eyelashes grazing each other.
Our proximity is electric and charged,
but innocent and patient.
Only taking what we are given,and
Worshipping every broken piece like the
Promises we made that beautiful day in November.
I know we aren’t together,
But this can’t just be friends.
My heart is a canteen,
carrying the entire ocean.
It’s salty, and the tide is always high.
The waves are where ships go to wreck.
But when you saw it in its entirety, you recognized its depth.
And you called it amazing.
You said you would cherish it always.
I want the lifeguard to reel you in and lock you out,
I do not trust my current, you will be torn out to sea.
But you said you’d always protect me.
And the absurdity of that makes me want to believe you.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
We don't pause for stars anymore
not that they're less amazing,
no, it's just knowing they'll be back.
But do you ever hold something so tight
because you know you'll miss them soon?
You learn that all you can do is be in that memory
before trying not to forget everything about it.
We learn the hard way that what makes a moment precious
is that it's always fleeting from our fingertips,
being chased by the next thing that's going to happen.
It is always only somebody's turn to smile,
before it is somebody else's.
One day Ted knew Victoria's soul—what makes her cry,
the drumroll before the kiss
and what she thinks about cats,
all before they become nothing but a part of each other's past;
two people who only shared the same good memory before.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Children’s voices crying out
and laughing loud and clear
Like an orchestra of sound
for everyone to hear
The bass starts first, parental leave
gives go ahead to play
The marching beat as kids go forth
and out into the day
A trumpet hail for company
is raised from door to door
The flute returns, the oboe too
accompanied by more
The fun begins on strings and swings
go back and forth with speed
All cares and woes are flung away
percussion takes the lead
A drumroll raises up the stakes
a dangerous new move
Chromatic scales, gymnastic fails
the cymbal’s sharp reprove
The roundabout reveals the chorus
repeating the refrain
The highs, the lows and all between
All voices sing again
The seesaw conversation starts
bassoons begin up high
The oboes and an English horn
ascend into the sky
A far away note penetrates
the happy symphony
A lone voice trills with increased speed
and calls out ‘Time for Tea’
As kids go home the conductor
Bows and takes his leave
The park is left in quietness
notes floating in the breeze
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Stewing in his cave
Never alone said the bad one
He wept at his life, incomplete
Over a hill in the distance went the sun
Resting headaches on the bloodred horizon
Awaken the bad one
Stop dreaming bad one
Far away
Never alone said the bad one
Caressing the distance with his watery eyes
Peeling the scars with his gritted teeth
Warming the bones
Never alone
Oh
Never alone
Said the bad one
Where have they gone?
A flicker behind him
A memory
An unquenchable thirst
Chasing a the end of a dying drumroll
Never alone said the bad one
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
It is cool, dry and very early
on this crisp September morn.
The General’s orders were quite succinct:
This man must die at dawn.
We’ve erected here a gallows
On the street for all to see:
This man will die a traitor’s death
For what he calls” Liberty”
With the Parson in attendance
He is brought here, grave and pale,
This spy posed as a teacher
His name is Nathan Hale.
I placed the noose around his neck
The knot was tightly wound
The condemned was then allowed to speak
before the drums would sound.
“The cause for which i am dying for i did not take up in an idle moment
i was born it as are all my countrymen
if the belief in man’s right to freedom is held on any other place on earth
i have not heard of it
i am proud to have lived in a country where freedom is a reality
living it has been my privlege to fight for it
in death i shall hold it forever
if i were to be born a thousand times i would choose no other life
but service to American freedom
i have only one sorrow
i only regret that i have but one life to loose for my country”
At that, I heard the drumroll sound.
My captain gave a nod.
I pushed the brave young traitor
to his meeting with his God.
We left him hanging several days,
As a lesson to the town
Of the fate awaiting traitors
Who take arms against the crown.
At dusk last night we cut him down
When no one was around
And laid him in an unmarked grave
which never will be found.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
What do you know
Didn’t work out for you and Joe
What can I say
Did I mention he was gay
Still, what about you and Di
Brought a tear to a glass eye
It was your mum who asked the question
What’s a Bi ,,,,,
Had to laugh, my oh my
Still, these things are sent to try us
Sorry about Gus, and the bus
Just not fare, oops sorry, meant fair
Your mother tells me you’ve met the one
Drumroll please, he’s Japanese
Strange name though, Harry
Okay just got an update, Hara Kari
What are you doing with these guys, never mind Di
Your mum says its been a week with the Greek
I’m over the moon
Spoke too soon
Fell off his horse
Was it wooden
I’m hearing you’re in Finland with some geyser called Stan
Already I’m thinking, poor man
Okay, your mum’s going on about a bear
Now Stan’s no longer there
It’s a nightmare
Where will it end
What, you’ve found a friend
Setting a new trend
Well, now I feel at ease
You’re kidding, deadly disease
Your mum says you want to try again
*** have you gone insane
I’m heading for the hills
Taking pills
Throwing myself under a train
Missed the bus
Playing Russian roulette
Oh no, I've just realised
This is how it all begun
You've won.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
Eventide had blushed listless. Its once slick pink lips chapped filmy white until faded darkness claimed the screen. Crouching shelf clouds growl. The distinction between cloud and breath is long lost.
Bedroom-jailed for pre-teen misdeeds, I break out to watch the sky. My slack-jawed shutter yawns wide enough for a grateful, lithe-graceful, exit. I land dully on dust-crusted, dinner roll earth, too dry to crunch. Each damp footfall collects another coating of soft, fine flour, congealing into ghostly pedicure foam. Outside is airless, closer than my detention. There is no freshing comfort here.
As the prescient cumulus towers, the earth and I expect. We are storm-primed, desperate for the great release. We sit torrent-wired, tongues out to taste the fat rain drops. Our tardy Robin Hood will come to steal the pressing moisture from the air and send it groundward. We are alert for his redistribution. His deeds will turn flour puffs to glueing paste, and free wheezing chests in sweet, wet, relief. Low thunder is our drumroll with intermittent cymbal crashes. We wait for the splashes in slick, fuggy, discomfort.
The earth is waiting to breathe, and so am I.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 9:18 PM UTC
The first rays of watery light
The birds strike up a chorus
And the flowers tilt their faces towards the sky.
Little cherubs in their cots
Roll plump fists over sleepy eyes.
Dreams pack their bags ready to depart
And stars blow kisses towards
An iminent exit.
The world holds its breath
In eager anticipation.
The sun, in all its blazing glory
Announces the dawning of a new day
A day full of hope
A day full of love
A day full
A day.
All that's missing is the drum roll
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
In the dim light of the street lamps
On a warm fall night
We spoke until we were spinning
On the wonder
Of how this hasn’t happened yet
Laughing until our faces hurt
Over everything and nothing at all
Passing back and forth
Stories of past adventures
And perhaps we’ve told them before
But this time seems different
There’s a spark in the air
Or maybe a gentle breeze
Either way we inch closer
Until we’re inches apart
Knowing this can’t happen
But enjoying the drumroll
Remembering
That we’re in the company of others
We sigh secretly
Not here
Not now
But maybe someday
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
does the air smell fresh at the root
of all histories where rhythm and heart beat
still merged as a pulse from the core
of the earth and the sun is closer
to the heart of all things
life giving and dangerous
warm and eternal in the face
of a fly with a universe inside
does your heart sing when the foot
kisses the dirt that nourished your tree
do you swirl with the drumroll and
discover your right to be free?
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
I escape !
The eyes close,
My brain, a barn on fire
Burning; numb the sore
Sweat, tracing it's track
Swoop, the drool flows
Heaviness in the head,
Flash, ran the fly across
Light sways tumultuous,
Drumroll; a fleeting close
Lucid acid dreams,
Sweet almonds,
Thought of you.
And suddenly nothing.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC