Upon the stage, where golden spotlights gleam,
“Down for the Count” began their dazzling art,
Their rhythms smooth as any midnight dream,
Each note a balm for every weary heart.
With horns that blared and vocals soaring high,
They conjured swing and jazz from days of old,
While feet would tap and spirits soon would fly,
Enraptured by their melodies so bold.
No finer band could charm both young and old,
Their energy, a wave none could withstand.
Their music into our hearts they did mould,
All marvelled at their unified command.
So raise a cheer, and let the rafters sound:
No group surpasses “Down for the Count” renowned.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2025 01:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Last night was the twelfth time we have seen the band "Down for the Count" and we are booked to see them again next month.
- Category: special-occasion
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Comments6
Good write Gold. There's a Folk Group I used to go to. Sometimes with Guest singers, solo or group; sometimes 'Free Evenings' when group members could read a poem, etc, or even sing. Argh! I sang and frightened them all off. They dreaded the Free Evenings cos they knew I would turn up and sing! heehee.
Thank you Orchi. I bet you had a good time though. LOL
A sonnet well written my friend about a subject we both enjoy, music. So glad you immortalized it in print. Good one Gold
So kind soren, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome Andy
I could just hear them. Lovely and entertaining piece.
They are supereb Katie, thank you.
Andy
Good stuff, Andy🙏🏻🕊
Most kind Rik, thank you.
Andy
Most welcome, Andy🕊️🙏🏻
This celebrates the band with warmth and precision.
The imagery makes the scene come alive for the reader.
So kind Thomas, thank you.
Andy
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