The essence of funk

The essence of funk

A Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

I feel that groove

The bass firing

The guitars'a screeching

The singer howling

 

Then the rolling beats

That Jazz drummer

Pounding the skins

Rattling the shells

 

The crowd in a frenzy

Free love flows

Hallucinations floating

Noone gives a damn

These halls

Are the essence of funk

© 2011 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry


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Energetic, vivid images, full of life in all it's jagged glory... well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Brilliant stuff! Alive with vital imagery, yet so sparing with words. Talented.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Time to dance ; )

Posted 13 Years Ago


Haha I like the last line. You get what music does to people.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nothing better then good music and wild and crazy people. It always feel good to be around people with the same goal. A excellent poem. Strong words made the poem come alive.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


nice! good imagery!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I felt like I could see everything you were describing. This was really great and I liked the flow. Great poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I felt like I was there...and wish I was today lol. Great write..x

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry
Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

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I am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..

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