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Post by rbvbandrox on Aug 7, 2007 18:46:43 GMT -5
I have a great idea! I want to put a book of marching band poems from people together. Will you help? I already have one I can use for me...(look below)
MARCHING BAND:
The gravel under your feet walking in The smiles when you've seen your friends The moaning of us going out to the field The chant of numbers as we stretch The drum majors telling us to get our acts together The soft thud as we go down to do pushups The excited cheer as we end practice The nervousness as we load the busses The silent breaths we take when waiting The sound of our directors giving us a pep talk The noise of the audience before we start The audience giving us a standing ovation The coldness of our ears sitting in the stands The prayer that we got a good placement The hopefulness as the awards are announced The yelling and screaming when we get Sweepstakes The happiness we see in ourselves and our directors The hugs given to your friends and even your enemies But most importantly... The feeling of Achievement
[Catherine Rose Trotter] ;D ;D
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Post by trumellotonium on Aug 7, 2007 22:12:32 GMT -5
Here's my contribution. First Show
After months of preparation,
Sore from practice,
Full of anticipation,
Through the crowds,
Across the parking lot,
With trembling bodies,
In front of the stands,
Pumped with adrenaline, We March. Filled with fear,
Around the track, Behind the lines, Onto the field
We march.
To our opening positions,
Carried by practiced feet,
Bursting with confidence,
We march on forward.
Directed by the signal
From the drum major,
The first note is played,
And the show begins.
-Zach of the Shadow Armada
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Post by rbvbandrox on Aug 7, 2007 23:39:00 GMT -5
hey ppl! i kno u guys have great writing skills-maybe even better than me or trumellotonium!!!! so plz reply!!!!!
thanx (this MB poem book sounds really cool-i am sooooooooooo excited!!!!)
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Post by flouba on Aug 8, 2007 15:32:04 GMT -5
I said I can try but I'm not great at writting...
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Post by bandoforlife on Aug 8, 2007 16:45:08 GMT -5
I don't have any marching band specific poems, but I have a poem I wrote about the band room. Do you want that too?
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Post by friskylurker on Aug 8, 2007 20:13:55 GMT -5
yeah, do generic band ones count? ive got one thats band in general, not specifically marching (though i think it mentions it, id have to go find it)
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Post by trumellotonium on Aug 8, 2007 22:17:42 GMT -5
I'd say anything that goes with something about band or its values could work. Here's another example:
An athletic contest measures progress in the race for perfection. The duration of the game is short -- a few seconds, a few minutes, an hour or two. The training and practice in preparation for the contest extends over days, weeks, years. The real value of participation in sports is not in the actual game played in the limelight of applause. The real value is in the hours of dogged determination and self-discipline carried out on the practice field, often alone, under the supervision of an exacting conscience. The applause soon dies away, the prize is forgotten, but the character and strength built on the practice field remains.
-Marriam Graham Collegiate School Saskatoon, SK, CA
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Post by donaldtrumpet on Aug 8, 2007 22:23:07 GMT -5
Don't know if this is what you're looking for or not. I just wrote it right now, in 15 or 20 minutes or so. It's pretty stream of consciousness...
"You may take the field for competition."
This is it.
Snap up, adrenaline rush, don't fidget, think back:
Blistering hot sun melting our faces, our lips, our minds. Muggy nights drenched in beads of trickling sweat, get distracted, wipe forehead. Get yelled at, do pushups, get up again. One...more...time. Drama. Wild accusations: You missed your step-off, you cracked on the top note, you don't care about band. Run laps, more pushups. New friends, old seniors gone, new freshmen here, juniors are seniors now, sophomores are juniors now, freshmen are sophomores; the circle of life. The circle of fifths. Practice practice practice. Left, left, left. Just this morning, final run-through, roll-stepping through everything, blasting louder, more air, more sound, arms creaking and shaking, here it comes it's the end HIT!!! Sustain.....And DOWN!
Back to reality. Piercing stares of spectators, not a crowd but close, family members and band patrons wondering what benefits the raging sunburn and aching feet and violent ejection of bodily fluids in the heat, really bring. Deep breath, steady hands. Remember everything, do your best, don't look back.
Music, blurr, loud, hit halt, count, go, up, down, 13, 14, 15, 16, HOLD, go, next song, music, solo, count, guide, backwards, forwards, up higher higher higher, 8, 9, 10, louder, faster, cresendo, decresendo, hit halt, go, 2, 3, 4, hold, slow down, speed up, guide, fix, avoid collision, go, stop, hold, count, louder louder almost done almost there almost! HIT!!! Sustain. No more air no more air no more...And DOWN!
Rating: II
Doesn't matter.
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Post by bandoforlife on Aug 8, 2007 23:13:08 GMT -5
okay, here's the poem (it's really a song) I wrote about the Mesa High Band Room. It is entitled, "This Place." Here I am home In this tranquil place I feel that I belong, Here I'm at peace In this healing place my heart is at rest, Here I find joy In this place that I can't wait to be when I'm not there, Here I am free to be me, Here I am Home.
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Post by rbvbandrox on Aug 9, 2007 0:13:46 GMT -5
OH MY GOD! those are really, really good.
~bandoforlife:that's great, but if a person who read it didn't know what you were talking about, they would think it was about anything-the others poems (urs is awesome, don't misunderstand, ok?) even if ppl didn't know what marching band is or something they still kno wat u are talking about. ugh. its hard to explain...! do u get wat i am trying to say, tho?
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Post by rbvbandrox on Aug 9, 2007 0:24:49 GMT -5
OK. I need your real names (first and last) your band, city, and state.
Trust me...ok? I'm not a perv or anything. I just need to know that info to give you credit for your work.
EDIT: i need to know the title of the piece if you have not posted it already...
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Post by trumellotonium on Aug 9, 2007 17:52:30 GMT -5
I'd say first names and our band ought to suffice.
I'm Zach of the Shadow Armada of Oregon, WI
My poem (the one shaped like a forte) is called "First Show"
And to Donald Trumpet: I got chills reading that, I really like it! Good job.
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Post by lightningflute2010 on Aug 10, 2007 11:44:25 GMT -5
I'd love to contribute to this, you guys. I'll probably have something up sometime within the next week. I'm not too good at writing things off the top of my head, so I have so sit and think about it.
And just as another idea, it could be a book like the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" books, and have both poems and inspriring stories and such in it. Just an idea to throw out there.
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Post by oboehorn77 on Aug 11, 2007 9:06:30 GMT -5
I'm not sure I want to give so much info on myself even without my last name. Maybe I could pm you if I come up with something? I don't know that I've written much or even anything about marching band, but I love writing so I could. However, it's been a while and I'm not returning, so is it ok for me to write about a) other band related shtuff b) watching my band/feeling isolated/pride etc. EDIT: here, I have a couple poems, you can tell me what you think. I found the first one I wrote it last year. The second I wrote after reading this thread. I don't think that one's as good, I kept running into cliches. Rebirth
Fingers tremble, breath is held Then both rush forth in a mighty sweep Music bursts forth triumphantly The notes playfully dance and leap
Fingers remember a ferocious battle And obediently fall into place Carrying out illustrious phrases With perfect rhythmical pace
Heart pounds in determination And bleeds through to the musical splendor Giving notes the weight of emotion Lets them fly free clear and tender
The orchestra crescendos Gives way to thunderous applause A tear wiped hastily away A helpless child forever lost
This is Beauty
This is beauty Swirling flags Sparkling music Flowing forms
This is power Thunderous drums Building dissonance Rapid drill
This is splendor majestic horn calls soaring unison company front
This is beauty Bound as a family By endless sacrifice A marching band
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Post by dumb major on Aug 16, 2007 21:32:45 GMT -5
Back when I actually liked/respected marching band ( ), I wrote this collection of semi-true anecdotes. I realized I never posted all of them, but I can upon request. www.geocities.com/soundofmusic0155/band.htmlthe password is "pancake" without the quotation marks. Again after re-reading them, there are also a lot of wordings/mistakes that I don't like. If you guys are interested in any of them, let me know and I can fix them.
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