Banjo Poems - Poems about Banjo

... Fall flourishes with flighty flair, a silent song upon the air. Melody of fading ember, all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre. In Her heart, a tenuous tune flirting with a bold maroon moon......Read the rest...

... Fall flourishes with flighty flair, a lilting song upon the air. Symphony of fading cinder all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre. In Her heart a mild melody flirting with a sweet revel......Read the rest...

...I hadn't noticed. Neither had he. No one had said anything. Then mum took note. Black spaghetti round the wheels. Where the lord's supper meets the road. Watching your child on a bike Crum......Read the rest...

...Retirement Poem Lionel Derbyshire Stop working now For a hopeless boss Who gives you no hope That nine-to-five grind Is over now Retirement Exit and excite Up up and away Banjo your mang......Read the rest...

...It’s Thursday evening, almost nine, foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time, with juke-box tales of love’s romance, the county jail, a second chance, for bourbon belles or backroad trucks, mail-box mot......Read the rest...

...We are the Black Crows the bluegrass band told us when we came by. Why in the world would they use that name? I asked my Uncle Sky. Let’s go see them play he suggested, maybe there will be a little......Read the rest...

...We are the Black Crows the bluegrass band told us when we came by. Why in the world would they use that name? I asked my Uncle Sky. Let’s go see them play he suggested, maybe there will be a little......Read the rest...

...Some called the radio station demanding they throw them out of the studio. Others called to brag about their talents, their arrangements, their sass. Boswell sisters had been singing together since......Read the rest...

...Jaded holiday in Frisco , Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour For a old dog tawg Rumble a chick Banjo medicine and black madness Eager paws or void in of contempt I can't roll dice ......Read the rest...

...Jaded holiday in Frisco , Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour For a old dog tawg Rumble a chick Banjo medicine and black madness Eager paws or void in of contempt I can't roll dice ......Read the rest...

...Bygones are again beginning. Big Nose Kate and Doc Holliday bang and toss China plates, bothering my ears with their blooming Southern inhospitality. Bedbugs, I never want em, because they bi......Read the rest...

... 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 Limelighter......Read the rest...

... Banjo man I'm a banjo man In banjo van Around the town I play Picking strings Singing things In my banjo way......Read the rest...

...As I’ve said before…in life…we never know what wonders will come our way… for instance we were blessed to experience a variety of mountain music… all in the same day. It all began with a morning......Read the rest...

...Ivory pilots night's idyllic sighs, like timely climbing sky--untying cries, lights espying irises gliding rise. Evening lean sleeping, beacon competing, concedes pleasing keen sce......Read the rest...