This Poem was Submitted By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2004-07-24 16:00:36 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!

Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!

Parade

I love a parade, drums and majorettes A strut in their tasseled boots Mini skirts in gold and satinette In the back and to the left The tuba goes oompha, oompha, to the clarinet Down Maine street and right on Elm The cornets sound a deafening blare The high hatted major at the helm The base drumbeats fill the air The tuba goes oomph, oompha, with flare I love a parade with a trumpet fanfare Sunrays glancing off a brass saxophone Marching feet turn left at the square The notes slide off the big trombone The tuba goes oompha, oompha, o'er the throughfare My toes tapping on pavement Remembering my twirling baton Innocent times of contentment Music, marching, a blue cordon The tuba goes oompha, oompha, in pompus song
Copyright © July 2004 marilyn terwilleger

Additional Notes:
So few poems posted this month... so posted this one for fun!

This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2004-08-06 00:15:34
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.30303
This one is for fun....ha ha. Loved it....have guests, so just a quick note to say I think this is just the cutest...one question? Where are the clowns? Or are they the musicians? I GUESS MOni and I could spend a bit of hot air on a tuba or two... Ha ha...have agreat day.

This Poem was Critiqued By: G. Donald Cribbs On Date: 2004-08-01 09:47:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.88235
Marilyn, This is certainly a fun one! I can picture the band marching down the street lined left and right with onlookers like the narrator, tapping her foot to the beat. I thought I saw you in a majorette uniform waving flags and twirling batons, and such. At least, that's what our band called them...drill team majorettes. And, I marched in the band with a saxophone. I remember the hot suits we had and then the new fancy suits we got and all the fun times. Thanks for sharing this poem and evoking those memories. A fun romp down memory lane. Very well orchestrated, and your structure is a rhythmic toe tapping read. Warm regards, Don
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jana Buck Hanks On Date: 2004-07-28 14:30:23
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hey Marilyn! I'll grab my baton and twirl right along with you...cause I love a parade too. This poem is fun and the cadence and rhyme is delightful...you have captured the marching band to a "T" and it made me smile. I am not much of a critic....but had to grin and share it with you after reading this one! Thanks for submitting this on a whim...it is great. Bright Blessings Jana
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joanne Duval Morgan On Date: 2004-07-24 22:37:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Marilyn, Fun is right, poem caught my interest right away, I was to play the saxophone in the Hight school band, as a former Marine parades always impact my memories and emotions, guess a big rooter of the parade, but it's never a parade withoutout the band. Like, and was interested in your take right away, you're right on, you caught all the sensation, the color, the movement for me. Nice descriptives, but the poor calarinet is out there all alone I'm afair, everything else is more then described except that the clarinet, ha ha, but it is darn fun and from my personal insight you are right on, caught it nicely for a fun poem, and that alone deserves creit. I know the scale of poems is low, and want to thank you for the foresight in contributing to the link. I appreciate it a lot, and love the impact your poem carried to me.....Mybest, Love, Jo (Boy this poem causes memories of long ago)
This Poem was Critiqued By: Patricia Gibson-Williams On Date: 2004-07-24 19:36:05
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.66667
Hi Marilyn, This was fun… It takes me back to the parades where I grew up. OK, so I only lived there until I was six, but my grandparents lived there until they passed, when I was in my 30’s. The town was built based on an Arabian nights theme (can you imagine) and almost everyone came out in costumes. The town hall and many of the building looked like Arabian castles and after the parade they had all kinds of fun and games. I remember one year they had a watermelon eating contest, I had eaten about 3 bites when the whistle blew telling us they had a winner. I looked around and hardly anyone had eaten more. I couldn’t figure out how anyone could have swallowed a quarter of a watermelon in that short a time. Apparently the Judges didn’t think it was possible either, because they were looking under the table to see if he had scraped it off onto the ground. Not a drop, not a seed, could anywhere be found. I got to enjoy the rest of my watermelon in peace, and my brother got the little gold cup. We still tease him about it too this day. I loved going to these and they all started with a toe tapping, horn flashing, baton twirling, oompha, oompha parade. Thanks for reminding me of something I loved. Patti Oh yes one comment... you left an a off one of your oompha's, just in case you missed it.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Wayne R. Leach On Date: 2004-07-24 18:54:51
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.89474
I'm sure you caught the missing "a" on the oompha in the 2nd line of that nice creativity, and check the spelling of "thoroughfare". Thanks for marching us down memory lane. I played trumpet/cornet in high school band and bugle in the Air Force Drum and Bugle Corps. This piece brought back so much imagery and was a very enjoyable read. Nice form and the rhythm is super. 'Nuff said, except "thanks" again. Peace. wrl
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2004-07-24 17:53:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Marilyn--I love a parade myself and this one is no different. You've included all the good and "major" parts: onomatopoeia of tubas, assorted instrutments via apt end rimes, gestures/turns and other festive behaviors associated with marching. Nice allits (their tasseled; high hatted; toes tapping) combine with true end rimes (majorettes/satinette/clarinet; Elm/helm; blare/air/fanfare/flare/square/throughfare; saxophone/trombone; pavement/contentment; baton/cordon/song) to create vivid imagery while producing a rhythmic musical ditty. Thanks for sharing and bringing out the kid in all of us at TPL. TLW
Poetry Contests Online at The Poetic Link

Click HERE to return to ThePoeticLink.com Database Page!