Here they come - the finest in the land,
Known from Argentina to the plains of Kazakhstan;
They can make the school-boys cheer,
Or the haughty ladies weep –
...
(To Bailey, an incredible child)
You are my compass on stormy seas,
Pointing the way when no land is seen -
...
The waves roar, “Change! ” in their violent undulations,
As day reveals a difference in each burst of morning rays.
Though static as things seem to be, revel in this certainty:
As much as some may wish it – nothing ever stays the same.
...
The angels wailed in sympathy
For the possibility.
(Some things went, some things came,
Many stayed the same.)
...
Dancing under soft, warm rain
I stop to watch it whiten to snow,
Pondering the inevitable cold
And wondering when?
...
I just need one more kiss.
There isn't electricity except in lips like this.
You make me hate the airplanes,
Taxis, and trains, and ships.
...
Take a day, any day
(Not the one with cake and candles.)
Just a day, anyway,
Declare it for yourself.
...
It burns amongst the breathless whispering nights,
Representing all that is held forth -
Again emitting all remaining light,
In the cobalt of a fatal course.
...
At an early age, I was born in the USA. I am presently living in Australia (a short stroll from the Indian Ocean.) I work as little as possible, and often write poems.)
The Onomatopoeia Marching Band
Here they come - the finest in the land,
Known from Argentina to the plains of Kazakhstan;
They can make the school-boys cheer,
Or the haughty ladies weep –
When they do the thing they do
While strutting down the street.
(And they go)
Boom-katchung, boom-katchung, boom-katchung,
Ding, ding, ding!
Boom-katchung, boom-katchung, boom-katchung,
Ding, ding, ding!
Shoom (lackalackalaka) Shoom (lackalackalacka) Shoom (lackalackalacka)
Beep, beep, beep!
Shoom (lackalackalaka) Shoom (lackalackalacka) Shoom (lackalackalacka)
Beep, beep, beep!
They can do a wicked Wagner,
Or a cool Nutcracker Suite -
While bundled-up like Eskimos in the desert heat.
They could even make The Pope shout, “Damn, who was that, man? ”
Who is it? (I think you know)
It’s The Onomatopoeia Marching Band!
(And they go)
Zing (zagzag) zing, zing, zing (zagzag) zing zing, zing (zagzag) zing, zing,
Ching-a-ling-a-ling!
Floom (blatherblatherblather) floom (blatherblatherblather) floom (blatherblatherblather)
Rinkydinkydink!
Zippy-dippy boink-boink, zippy-dippy boink-boink, zippy-dippy, boink-boink,
Ringa-dinga-ding!
Boom babba loom loom, wink, wink.