A guitar in Jazz B

Here is a funny limerick about a guitar in jazz B. If you have ever been in a big band jazz band, you'll find this funny. Just a heads up for those that dont, guitars are treated as the least important instrument and the bass as the king of jazz. Enjoy.

There once was a guitar in jazz band B

Who was tired of people who did not see

The guitar was missing during the concert, after the applause

When asked why the bad sound and what the problem was

The director replied, there was no bass amp for jazz band B

Heavenly Sound

Here is a cinquian about music. Short, simple, but encompasses what music truly is. Enjoy.

Music

Heavenly sound

Could listen forever

By harmony perfect bound

Melody

Autumn Shade (Excerpt) By Edgar Bower

Here is a lovely poem by Edgar Bower, talking about autumn and music. Enjoy this excerpt from Autumn Shade. 

Nights grow colder. The Hunter and the Bear

Follow their tranquil course outside my window.

I feel the gentian waiting in the wood,

Blossoms waxy and blue, and blue-green stems

Of the amaryllis waiting in the garden.

I know, as though I waited what they wait,

The cold that fastens ice about the root,

A heavenly form, the same in all its changes,

Inimitable, terrible, and still,

And beautiful as frost. Fire warms my room.

Its light declares my books and pictures. Gently,

A dead soprano sings Mozart and Bach.

I drink bourbon, then go to bed, and sleep

In the Promethean heat of summer’s essence.

This is a lovely, imageful poem about the change of summer to autumn, and then to winter. Beautiful imagery used captivates the reader and paints a vivid picture in his mind. "The cold that fastens ice about the root" an example of personification and imagery together. And at the end, nice allusions to greek mythology "In the Promethean heat of summer’s essence." Overall a great poem.

 

Music Heavenly

Another creative name for my poem. This time a vilanelle. Enjoy

O beautiful music heavenly

The world without you would be so cold

O music which I could listen endlessly

 

The notes that you play pleasantly

As the lovely song unfolds

O beautiful music heavenly

 

Now comes, flowing freely, the melody

Thy song so sweet, thy tune of gold

O music which I could listen endlessly

 

Thy song taking twists creatively

Thy song once meek, and once bold

O beautiful music heavenly

 

Thy music, played so affectionately

That any person should behold,

O music which I could listen endlessly

 

Though many unsung songs pleasantly

The music chamber holds,

O beautiful music heavenly

O music which I could listen endlessly

Music

Hey guys, so this is  a free verse by Sasha Dordzijev. Obviously it is about music, hence the uncreative title of music. It describes through imagery and appealing to feelings how a person listens to music with all his heart, his whole soul. Enjoy

Music

I hear it

Not with my ears

With my soul

I embrace it

Let it run through my soul

Becoming one with the music

Feeling it deep inside

Flowing through me

Its emotions become mine

I embrace it

Become one with it

Become engulfed

By Music

Look Not Far

Hey guys, here is an original poem called Look Not Far. This poem was a real challenge to me. Firstly, I wanted there to be an 8 6 8 6 rhythm, which after some dictionary work and grammar bending I was able to do. However I also wanted there to be a ABAB rhyme scheme. Now, the first stanza worked, however after that, the next two couplets just didnt look like the rhyme was going to work, without me saying less than what I wanted to say. So I just gave up, and got back to the rhyme in the last couple of stanzas, although yes I cheated and used the same words for the rhyme. But I think that this poem is more about the words and less about the rhyme scheme. Obviously this poem is about a musician wanting to write a song, but not finding any inspiration. Enjoy

Where shall I find my insp’ration

 To write my own own song,

So that I need no citation;

To me it will belong

 

Shall I up to the moon look up

Emitting light to me

Its light, reflected from the sun

To me no beauty holds

 

Shall I look up to the sunset

A fiery casting glow

This light, refracted by the sky

To me, no beauty holds

 

From where shall I then write my song

So that it will be true

Cuz all the things around me now

Seem stolen or untrue

 

So look not far, so look no not now

To things so far from you.

But rather look inside you now.

And search what’s inside you

 

For everything that comes from you

Will always be so true

So look inside your soul right now

And you’ll find feelings true

Ode to The Music Teacher

Here is a mock ode by Mel Wade. 

Ode to The Music Teacher

Though this poem attempts to feature
An adoring "Ode to the Music Teacher",
No mere rhyme can hope to reach
The essence of the ones who teach.
From history and from music glory
We'll cite just two from song and story:

First think about the "unsung" hero
Responsible for training Nero!
Isn't it a bit ironic
That as Rome burned he waxed symphonic,
And though the place was piping hot
They said the tune was not so hot?

Or mind the feat of Harold Hill
Whose music gave the town a thrill
Some say he preyed upon the masses
(And oversold the group on brasses.)
And what he did was pretty scary
With a simple song called "Gary".

These illustrations set the "tone"
So we can celebrate our own.
One maestro seeking to inspire
Formed a "sewing machine girls' choir"
(Without a 'Singer' in the bunch)
---They had to practice during lunch.

Yes, kudos to our educators
Creative guides and activators.
Teaching vocal, instrumental
For talented and temperamental.
Within each group there'll be one gifted
Per ninety-nine who'll be uplifted.
Accepting all who seek this art
(Though never sticking to one part.)

The post requires great restraint
Which tests the patience of a saint.
(Batons have shattered on some stands
But never on offending bands.)
What 'a-capella " means is surely
That the choir sang too early.

Surely mentors we admire
Are likely seeking to retire.
And when they someday meet their fate
The gift of music's their estate.
We're sure they'll lead the heavenly choir
Or accompany with the lyre.

And without doubt they'll know the score
And please us with one more encore.
Singing as they wait their fates
St. Pete will part the pearly gates.
But this time will not ring the bell
Because they've had their share of --- music.

(Please don't place a metronome
To check the meter of this poem)

So this is a funny mock poem. This poem starts off by mocking greek mythology, shown in the 2'nd and thrid stanza's, commenting on Nero and Herold Hill. Next it comments on the schools music programs and the students in it, punchily commenting on the amount of bad singers in a choir, and ending with a punchy rhyming couplet, fitting for such a funny and punchy poem. The lines here are short and to the point, which gives this poem that modern funny look. Although the author doesnt want the teacher to place a metronome and check the rhythm of this poem, it is fast and catchy, overall an excellent funny poem.