Banjo Poems - Poems about Banjo

I Love music love to listen rock, folk, blues, bluegrass, jazz poetry and music share the same roots music I love to play banjo and mandolin I’m not very good but it soothes my soul ...

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“play it by ear” no wonder I cant play banjo I’ve been playing with my fingers...

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Banjo if you want to bruise your ego try to learn the 5-string banjo I’m trying to learn Scruggs style and it definitely is a real trial three fingered right-handed rolls is a complete shock to my soul getting the timing down so, I don’t sound like a clown somewhere old Earl is having a laugh at every time I make a gaffe if ever I...

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Days at the Bayou Playing the Banjo Sit awhile and listen Volume of harmony Morning Dew My Banjo and me In song and refreshing friendship Beauty of tone epilogue The Sun brings the warmth The Banjo embraces the joy Memories of the Deep South Storytelling mouth North doesn’t know such tail The Banjo forthtelling without fail Dancing by the river banks A look out in giving thanks Skies wise Heart of Gold Banjo...

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Bear with a banjo tree hugger Beneath the Banyan tree Barely beeps his bitterbugger Beyond barley’s bruised knee....

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When I sit alone with my memories My mind drifts back to the early 60s When folk music was all the rage The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio The Canadiana Folksingers... who????? A six member group called The Canadiana Folksingers Included myself and my first wife Linda Along with two guitar players, a...

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Banjo man I'm a banjo man In banjo van Around the town ...

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Now gather round this here campfire y'all kind good folk Sit down get and make yourselves real comfy and toast a marshmallow Because this is a Freestyle Hoedown ain't it all of us here have come to see and i am about to get this party started So here's a little ditty im about to spit if you follow my...

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I knew a Luke Banjo, Who loved to see D’Jango And often wore bongo… A Nigerian Banjo With craving for Tango; A Tallying Bongo And Packs of Sweet Ringo: Guess his dog’s name: Bingo! So, it’s A Luke Banjo, In his life lots of - go And a single lone – jo!...

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There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels down These two old warn out feet get a little draggy, the way I get around ...

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Banjo was a little boy Not an instrument Banjo spread lot's of joy Everywhere he went He was full of mischief With a cheeky smile Even though he was small He knew how to beguile He loved music and also liked to sing As Banjo was his name You would imagine he would like To play an instrument with strings This was not the case He practised the...

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"Gonna shoot a little dice Play a little cards Drink a little beer and shoot out the stars Gonna dance with the girl in calico dress Live to raise hell, ain't no time to rest" Sittin' at a table playing five card draw Losing money faster than you ever saw I looked at the dealer said, where y'all from He smiled real big and...

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I'm coming back to this town It's been years since I've been around Ain't much changed in the time since I've been gone I went to the same old bar Where I played like I was a star That same old place you said that we were through I asked all the people there If you were here and where They all laughed...

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my banjo is broken and i don,t know what to do, i played all day and all night when i am with you, i plucked it hard, i plucked it fast, till it broke i had a blast, i am sad my banjo is down, can,t play with it when you come round, i played with it for many a...

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YOU SHOULD CALL ME BANJO YOU’RE ALWAYS PICKING ON ME. YOU SHOULD CALL ME BANJO IT SUITS ME TO A TEE. I’M TIRED OF ALL YOUR PICKING, IT’S DRIVING ME INSANE. BANJO SHOULD BE MY NAME. I REMEMBER WHEN I MET YOU WE HAD A GREAT ROMANCE. BOTH OF US WERE HAPPY WE LOVED TO SING, AND DANCE. THEN...

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