Paul S Eifert Jan 2013

I can't play no saxophone
but I can hear it played.
Sometimes it's a lady sighin;
sometimes it's a workin man.
But when it is an orphan cryin
I wish I could hold that child
and play.

I can't hold that child
in these dirty hands of mine.
I can't stop his cryin.
I can hear it way down here
on the sidewalks of the streets he's a child of.
Why, Lord, can I hear that saxophone
but never play?

Ethan Lima Jan 2016

Oh saxophone
Sweet saxophone
Let your music flow
Oh saxophone
Oh saxophone
Play that rhythm
Play it well
Let the notes fall
From the bell
Saxophone
Sweet saxophone
Play a little jazz
Oh saxaphone
Saxophone
Play a little jazz.

I play saxophone, and I decided to write a poem about it. More upbeat than most of my poems.

I love to watch you play
Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
A lovely melody

You don't always see me
I listen all the same
Such lovely skill
escaping in the form of sound
coming out
of that wonderful saxophone

Maybe it's not the sound
That enchants me so
But the handsome player
Whom I get to call my own

My gorgeous love  
Smart and talented to the end
<3

I love my saxophone playing boyfriend, It's nice to date fellow musicians, even if the instruments vary.
Woody Feb 2016

Out over the bay
I can hear the moon
in his black beret
playing a dark tune
on the blue saxophone
of the wind as the rain
cries down my window.

In honor of james' black beret.

http://hellopoetry.com/Imrie/
Alexis Willis Jan 2013

Every noise he makes
every screetching noise he plays.
Louder and louder
i cover my ears.
I close my eyes tight
and think happy thoughts.
Its too loud i said.
All i want is for it to stop.
I cry every note he plays.
I want to bang my head
against the hard ground.
I want to see the blood flow out
as he plays his song.
It hurts to think
i cant even finish this poem.
It becomes more and more loud
even his song cries out for help.
We been through so much
even beaten by a clutch.
Although he plays till night
i am still in fright.

Omar Abo Shama May 2013

The concert was about to finish ..

And now it's her turn ..

With her instrument ..

With her golden saxophone ..

The lights were diminished ..

And she started playing her favorite musical note ..

With her heart that is full of feelings ..

And her closed eyes ..

In her special world ..

The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears ..

And the great audience feels every tone ..

She doesn’t see them ..

She doesn’t hear their clap ..

Only his soul that is around ..

And Only his voice that is heard ..

Then his beautiful smile ..

With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best''

Then she looked at her saxophone ..

And remembered years ago ..

At one of their nights ..

During one of their phone calls ..

- You know babe , I adore the Saxophone ..

- Really ?

- Yeah , it's my favorite instrument ..

- Hold on ..

- What's this noise around you ?

- Nothing just my family ..

- Hmmm , didn't they sleep ?

- No , gonna call you after sometime ..

- Ok no problem ..

And after sometime he called her back ..

- Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone ..

- Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before ..

As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping ..

She doesn't care about any stories ..

She just loves listening to his voice ..

She stays silent ..

To listen and feel ..

Every single word ..

And while listening , The call was over ..

She did a call again and again ..

No answer ..

She called his home ..

No answer ..

Again and again ..

No answer ..

The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house ..

Without his family noise that didn't exist ..

Among a lot of people ..

In his crushed car ..

Between his dead body ..

And

That New Golden Saxophone

Silverflame Aug 2016

Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone

I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun.
I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
Michael Kagan Apr 2016

My old vintage saxophone
Previously owned
A form of metallurgic assembly
Common atoms define
A soul much like mine
She tells lies sometimes
Makes me sound better than I should
Short memories grow longer
With time
Lying lonely shut up in her case
When I walk past she whimpers
We haven't touched for a while
It's important these conveyors of emotion
Know they are loved
She's waiting for me to blow
The warm breath of life
Through the complex curvature
Of her cold brass pipe
The way G-D blows life into me
My reed is split in half
One side copes
The other side cannot
At times I lack the will to express
I take her gently out of her case
One of us is trembling
I wipe away tears and shine
With a polishing cloth
Woven of my fallen gray hair
In a sobering sentiment spending many years
Growing together
Does she think of the one that played her first
Was he better than me
To feel her free response as my spirit cry's out
She sings with her reedy voice
In the marvel of invention
A beautiful form
Sharing burden and joy
The art of expression
When they pry her out of my cold dead arms
Will she remember
In a saxophone afterlife
How smooth we played together

I've been playing my old saxophone since I was a kid...This horn is closer to natural expression of the human voice than any other instrument
In some ways they do seem to come to life...
Olivia Frederick Oct 2016

one two three with fire
heavy with your memory
thick silhouettes peer
&
the sax next door sings
you, blown away by fusion
of my tongue to you

Josiah Wilson Mar 2014

Under the shining lights
Horns and trumpets blare
Take in all of the sights
This city has come alive

People stroll down the street
Rain splashes on the sidewalk
Tap your foot to the beat
As the music fills the night

Get on the floor and dance
The sax man does his thing
This could be your chance
The swing band's letting loose

RAJ NANDY Apr 2016

THE  SAXOPHONE STORY
          BY RAJ NANDY

The Saxophone is perhaps the most expressive
instrument next to the human voice.
Was made by Adolphe Sax, a Belgian, through
a deliberate choice!
He wanted to offset the tonal disparity, -
Between the string, wind, and brass instruments,
with musical clarity !
He felt that the strings ones were overpowered
by the wind instruments.
While the wind instruments got overblown by
the brass ones instead !
Now what would happen if the best qualities
of these three instruments types,
Could in a fusion blend and coalesces into a single
instrument type ?  
So finally at the age of 20 years, in March Eighteen
Hundred and Thirty Four,
Adolphe Sax created a magical instrument for the
World to hear and adore!
It had the power of the brass, the flexibility of the
strings, and the woodwind’s variety and tone;
Which got christened after Adolphe Sax as the
SAXOPHONE !

Adolphe’s famous composer friend Hector Berlioz
in Paris City,
Gave this new instrument wide publicity!
In 1844 the Sax was presented in the Industrial
Exhibition at Paris;
And subsequently got patented on 20 March 1846.
It soon got adopted by the Bands of the French Army.
Making other instrument makers to become green
with envy!
The Sax was 80 years old when it became part of the
musical instruments of the Jazz Band.
A small bore mouth piece was created to suite the
varying tonal qualities required by Jazz.
Initially, 14 different sizes of Sax was created by
Adolphe.
Today only five types are in use for us to hear and
see;
The Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass and the Baritone
Saxophone.
They now form a part of our Jazz music's backbone!
                                                      - By Raj Nandy
FOOT NOTES :
Adolphe Sax (1814-1894) , son of famous musical instrument maker
Charles Joseph Sax of Belgium. Woodwind Instruments = Flute, Clarinet, Bassoon etc. Brass Instruments = Trumpet, Tuba, Cornet etc. String Instruments  = Violin, Guitar, Harp, Banjo etc. The Saxophone today has become the very backbone of Jazz Music!
* ALL COPY RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY: - RAJ NANDY *

Those who have read my Story of Jazz Music in Verse, are likely to like this true story also. Best wishes, -Raj.
LJ May 2016

Tethered at the end
with no hope to amend
seduced each other to appease
your love flow in me with ease
Darling, don't look back on you
The days when the rainbow was lifeless
The ultraviolet was in hues of grey
The sunrise reflected back on the skies
The multitude of sorrowful rainy clouds
All cried out and behind our front
My soul laid and screamed aloud

NOW
The shell of the loneliness undone
Chase of the summerly winds donned
The day beckoned with clarity
All hate erased, our love not charity
Un-crippled chase, the healed ails
Un-rippled wavelets,currents and sails

THEN
I unmask the casket
Claim the frozen confusion called life
On this walls are our sacred scripts
The prints that reads indelible
Of how our love nurtures the nests

Jo Fo Aug 2013

I saw you there
And the neon signs and your tears
Reflected in your irises
Made you more beautiful
And the alcoholic haze made me believe
If just one night could work
You could come with me
We could have our happy ending
We could leave this life and place
And your dress bloody from engineers schemes
And I love that forgotten woman
More than the orange trees and John
But for our child she gave her life
And I still love her
That Vietnam Bride

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