A Slick Gimmick

So we've been writing poems for English lately and my friends have apparently enjoyed them enough to urge me to put them up here on my blog. So here are a few I've finished up. I must admit, some did turn out quite fabulous!

This is my sound poem, where we had to bring in rhyming, onomatopoeias, consonance, assonance, alliteration, or, as I did, a combination of all of them. People who have read mine seem to like this one the most, tell me what you think. For the full effect, try reading it out loud. And yes, it shares its name with my blog. That's how awesome it is.

A Slick Gimmick
Faint footsteps fall
Onto the faded floor
The flick of a light
And now the sounds, taking flight
Mark the start of noisy night

A loud burst from the mic
Like a lightning strike
Then the bleak speaker
Settles itself
A quick test: “1, 2, 3”
The vocals are ready to be

The bass takes its place
Putting power before passion
A cord is caught
On the strumming thumb
Now the ground is riddled with rattles
A quick “ready” zips from his lips
The term affirms silence

A guitar from afar
Seems extreme, like some are
Its dulcet ring sings things
That no other could bring
Low notes and high lines
Soar softly

A tap-tap on the tom-tom
A proud pound on the big bass
Sticks click with a finger trick
Trimming the rim of the cymbal
The beat is broken by
A thunderous roar of wonder

They know the slow moment
Could captivate the crowd completely
So in an easy tease, they delay
And wait for the breeze
Then finally the unique union
Begins their gig with a song
And so goes the rest of the show
A slick gimmick without a doubt