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Metallic Thunder

by Chris Sorrenti


sitting in stadium chairs
anxious for the star to arrive
ten foot tall speakers
a hint to the faithful of what’s to begin
finally the lights go out
the band’s on stage
and they start to play

metallic thunder’s on the way

Joan Armatrading
crazy hair
crooning like a banshee
with a power to be shared
she says, "baby come abuse me,
won't you call me names"
the guitarist is a smiling
cause he knows her game
banging his strings rhythmically
into a tidal wall of sound

metallic thunder’s here again

standing with hands above heads
clapping and we’re singing
as the thunder hits our faces
while some may see devils in the music
evil in our songs
we already know the difference
between what's right and wrong
it's only the sound we're looking for
the volume in our ears

cause all our problems are forgotten
with metallic thunder

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08/22/2004

Posted on 08/22/2004
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/23/04 at 02:09 AM

The sound drowns out all else. Very hard on the eardrums as well! Quite the imagery, your writing flows with the music (fortunately there is no volume). ;)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/23/04 at 02:09 AM

The sound drowns out all else. Very hard on the eardrums as well! Quite the imagery, your writing flows with the music (fortunately there is no volume). ;)

Posted by Charles J Hannan on 08/23/04 at 03:39 AM

I love this one Chris...I feel the show rumbling in my chest..beating like a second heart!

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 08/23/04 at 01:55 PM

the rush before a concert is vividly captured here. Though not a metallic music fan, I can compare it to waiting to hear and watching the opening set of my favourites. well done.

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/24/04 at 01:32 AM

a hint to the faithful of whats to begin....what an awesome line to induce the visual of stadium rock. the thunder in our faces.... great reference to devil music, bringing to mind the events that spawned "parental advisory" labels. you make a nice time capsule of that era. i heard eighty thousand hooting fans in my head, holding their lighters while singing every line.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/27/04 at 03:29 AM

What did you say? I can't hear what you wrote. Good poem Chris....Charlie

Posted by Amanda L Marron on 08/31/04 at 12:16 AM

that's how i feel every time i attend a concert, it becomes addicting after awhile and right now i'm feeling the fiend

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