The Marching Band

Floating like fog in the night,
It lingers.
Banging its drum,
with its frail undead fingers.
On an empty chord song,
marching into our lives,
Grim Reapers gonna get ya,
with its sharp seething scythe.
A percussion so constant
We live fast to deny
You can run boy,
but from death you can’t hide.
Hovering around you,
it surely does exist.
That drummer is coming,
Angel of the Dark Abyss.
In the peak of twilight,
At the stroke of midnight,
To your dreams it will follow,
Draped in a black fright.
Gliding on the roads,
Pacing In our homes,
Dwelling and rotting
deep inside our bones..
Death is present and it takes when it wants.
Leaving nothing at all,
A somber response.
I feel its rhythm,
Telling me ,”Don’t be scared.”
This Angel taunts me daily
Mallets beat to a snare.
For it’s walking quickly with you,
And there’s no turning back
Knees pumping to its chest,
a base building to attack.
Black sockets glaring at you,
A close peripheral view,
Just waiting for the second,
You lock eyes with it too.
And in those last moments,
It takes your heart beat,
Throws it down on its drum,
Continues on with its fleet.
The drum line has begun,
Getting hard to withstand,
And it’s growing louder,
With each beat it claims man.
Let this be a warning,

to those refusing to understand,

your day is coming,

Ye who yield the Marching Band.


This was my first art project ever my first year of college. And that was like 12 years ago…. My sculpture called, “Ye who yield the Marching Band.” Also I got much better. haha

Feature photo from Google and My Chemical Romance🙄 lol


Published by Stephspoetryandsuch

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10 thoughts on “The Marching Band

  1. Nice work friend. Have you ever read Appointment in Samara?
    There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me.  She looked at me and made a threatening gesture,  now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate.  I will go to Samara and there Death will not find me.  The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went.  Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?  That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise.  I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samara.

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    1. Yesssss!! I like, I like, I like. I’ve never read that one but it’s good. There is no escaping death. Where we end will be where it wanted us all along. Creepy almost. Thank you for reading Jim and sharing that story!😀❤️ Also I just creeped your Instagram HARD.😆

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    2. 😆😆 you may or may not have 96 new notifications from me.😂 JK But your family is lovely! Discovered a new side to the Jim I already admire dearly!☺️ Also you have a poetry blog!? Holdin’ out on me Jim!!!!🥺🥺 😝

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    1. Thank you so much Simon! I appreciate that as I had little to no experience in this first project. ❤️❤️ While writing I always try to paint a good picture. I want the reader to feel and visualize the same thing I do when creating it!

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      1. I’m quite a visual person too – I like to have what’s going on in my head so I can communicate that to the reader.


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