ratatat-tat, two ratty-soled shoes
tap to a tight track. a drum
slung loose around skinny hips, slack strap,
bounces to the beat of a city still standing.
bugles blow, loose-lipped boys grow blue in the face,
the bass drum boom-baps along, and bellies rumble
in sync with the sousaphone ba-bumming beneath
sweet sleepy-tongued saxophone licks.
vehement voices scream, screeching brass sings
songs of jumping jubilance, like dancing through the streets.
a pick-me-up beat lingers loose in fervent feet;
the feverish find feeling on fiery pavement.
A contest entry
- just about anything :) by nobodys-girl.
300 points, ended April 10, 2008, 56 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - happy thinking by second-born.
500 points, ended April 1, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow...I surely do 'heard' your poem...and it has lively and melodic sound...this such a captivating piece...thank you for sharing this!
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i love the picture you are able to create with your words. thankyou so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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fun
a very fun and clever alliterative poem that captures the mood wonderfully
nice.
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