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Post by friskylurker on Aug 19, 2007 17:13:57 GMT -5
^all but the first two are showing up as dsfsdfdsf and thats it...
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Post by dumb major on Aug 19, 2007 21:30:07 GMT -5
^all but the first two are showing up as dsfsdfdsf and thats it... Yeah, I realized I haven't put the rest up.  But I can if you guys would like... |
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Post by brokenmallet on Aug 20, 2007 1:26:55 GMT -5
I have one... but not saved on this computer so I'll have to post it later. It's in 6 parts and about Watching comps / romance... y'all know/will see.
someone remind me via pm to post it sometime soon....
oh, major props to donald trumpet !
Rebirth's last line is a little depressing
This is Beauty is great.
dumb major, please do!
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Post by trumellotonium on Aug 20, 2007 10:19:15 GMT -5
Oboe horn, I like your signature poem, too- we should use that.
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Post by oboehorn77 on Aug 21, 2007 8:03:07 GMT -5
oh, major props to donald trumpet ! Rebirth's last line is a little depressing This is Beauty is great. Regarding "Rebirth", the last line is referring to growing up/rebirth, hence the name of the poem. Shedding skin, in a way. I suppose if it doesn't read that way it's my own doing  but that's what I meant. Oboe horn, I like your signature poem, too- we should use that. It is called "Bane" (didn't fit in the siggy with my userbars ) You can use that too if you want. It's actually one of my favorite poems (that I wrote. I like other people's writing plenty) Although if I worry about cliche, the whole point of that one is to combine two about oboists... hopefully cleverly. ;D |
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trombonemeister
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True happiness can only be achieved with two words: MARCHING BAND!
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Post by trombonemeister on Aug 21, 2007 15:26:21 GMT -5
Hey guys... I gots a poem I wrote... It needs an explanation, though. See, my Band Director always said last year, "Give your soul to 9 minutes and 40 seconds! Give it to the show! That's all I'm asking! Just your soul for the 9 minutes and 40 seconds of the show!" and this is what came of it. The Band Field of Dreams Give your soul, she says Give your soul to 9 minutes and 40 seconds of pure exhaustion and bliss Give your soul to 9 minutes and 40 seconds of perfect music, perfect drill, perfect marching, perfect forms Give your soul to 9 minutes and 40 seconds of living life at its fullest Give your soul, she says Give your soul to the adrenaline of the marching and energy of the song Give your soul to the crescendo of the music, the smell of wet grass, and the ache of your calves Give your soul to the here and now To the crowd going wild And to our last notes echoing off the walls of the stadium Give your soul to only 9 minutes and 40 seconds Give your soul, she says... But I gave my soul to this Long, long ago To this 9 minutes and 40 seconds, I have given my life I have given my heart To this 9 minutes and 40 seconds, I have given my soul... And I do not regret it. Copyrighted by me... so don't steal it  |
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Post by oboehorn77 on Aug 22, 2007 9:32:06 GMT -5
^I like it!  I used to joke that I'd sold my soul to color guard but I was the one who had to pay. lol. Not quite the same thing, I know. Especially since I stole it back later. |
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Post by the_sousabone on Sept 13, 2007 5:14:45 GMT -5
snap
pop
and movement of lateral hips
explosion of vibrations
and a purging of sound
Roll
hit
and gave of an intensive crowd
measure of size
and cheers of family
lift
down
hold
turn
freeze
A Breathe is held and a heartbeat is skipped
one final lateral toward the future
and the shape is crushed
into once more symetrical lines
a past to be corrected
until finally correction is
stop
down
freeze
finish
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sakura11irving
Band Nerd
I <3 anime, manga, video games, and band.
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Post by sakura11irving on Sept 22, 2007 19:05:24 GMT -5
Here's mine that I wrote while watching our 06-07 show (search Crimson Regiment on Youtube and find the BOA performance)
"Why?"
As I sat there, listening to the powerful chords that changed my life,
I find myself on that field,
Playing the notes
And pouring my heart out
Into every note I play
And as the moment fades
With each passing beat,
I remember why I am in this program
...Well, I haven't really thought of a title, that's just what came to mind as I typed it up here.
(P.S. My poem! If I find you with it, you are DEAD!)
(EDIT: Thank you trumellotonium for the suggestion!)
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Post by trumellotonium on Sept 23, 2007 22:36:55 GMT -5
^Wow... I don't know what about it, but that poem just brought me to tears... twice. Personally, I'd cut the last two lines, but it's your poem. Awesome, though... let's keep these up, I'd like to see this book happen.
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Post by Clarisax on Oct 12, 2007 13:07:37 GMT -5
Here's one about our band. "North Pride!" is our band's cheer, and "uh-huh" and "wu-BAM" are part of our cadence(s). The first three lines are something we do after performances.
North Pride!
One, two, one, two, three, four
One for the money, two for the show
Nod your heads and let's, let's go
On your marks, get set, look out below
Here are the real stars of the show
Off in the distance, hear the drums
Get yourselves ready, 'cause here it comes
All in step, all in line,
Moving forward, marking time
Marching together as a whole
We may look robotic, but we have a soul
When we fall out to the stands
This precise and regiment band
Becomes individuals once more,
Laughing and cheering and shouting the score
We are people just like you,
But we have become something else, too
We've given up all of our free time
Traded it in for standing in line
Perfectly still in the burning sun
And marching and marching until we're done
The practice field is watered in sweat
But there's nothing about it that we regret
For when we do the halftime show,
If we're not perfect, we're pretty damn close
But despite our sacrifice and pain,
Some people still look at us with disdain
They think we're useless, but we say
It never was for them anyway
It's all about us and how we've grown
In the biggest family we've ever known
187 sisters and brothers
Who come together like no others
We've screamed and rejoiced, laughed and cried,
But it's all worth it when we shout, "North Pride!"
And from the first "uh-huh" to the last "wu-BAM,"
We will always be the Panther Marching Band.
HUH!
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Post by Sherri the Bari on Oct 17, 2007 12:19:07 GMT -5
Thanks and Giving
Thanks to the band boosters,
For providing food and comfort
At every game and competition
The callings of hand checks,
The hugs.
The motherness.
Thanks to the bus drivers
For tolerating our noise.
Our shouting,
Our singing,
From the girls and the boys.
Thanks to the dancers
The ones in our show
For being with us
And helping us grow.
Thanks to the directors
All nine of them.
For expanding our knowledge
For putting on the show.
The band gives...
The giving of our sweat
At every rehearsal and performance
The giving of our time
To make everything worth while.
The giving of our spirit
Our Pride
Our Attitude
Our Motivation.
The giving of our air
Without it.. where would there be music?
The giving of the Uniform crew
To make sure everyone is properly equiped
With the right uniform every week.
The giving of the Loading crew
For loading all the equipment.
The giving of our best
The striving to be better from the rest.
God,
Thank you for giving us
This oppourtunity
To perform.
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sakura11irving
Band Nerd
I <3 anime, manga, video games, and band.
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Post by sakura11irving on Oct 18, 2007 18:03:31 GMT -5
^ *applaudes* That one's awesome!!!!!
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Post by Jennnnnnnnnnnnnnn on Oct 18, 2007 19:07:21 GMT -5
I will try my best, but im not the best at poems....
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Post by oboehorn77 on Oct 19, 2007 13:21:04 GMT -5
Hey, I haven't seen the author of the thread for a good long time. Is this still going to/might happen?
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But I can if you guys would like...
but that's what I meant.
I used to joke that I'd sold my soul to color guard but I was the one who had to pay. lol. Not quite the same thing, I know. Especially since I stole it back later. 
