Best Guitarists Poems

Every one of my five brothers
and I strive to create harmony.
Our lives are lived in parallel
yet at times we work alone.
Other times we play well...

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Spanish guitarists...
Highest evolution, OR
Proof of the divine?...

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The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my...

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Ethan was determined to be the best,
to put to shame all other guitarists,
to rock the world in tight, leather pants,
touring like a God across the...

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Doing is knowing,
The sound of music permeates my being,
My flesh longs to dance with the Ravens that speak of freedom,
Maya spoke of the caged bird,
But...

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At dawn stood a maiden quite fair
Crown adorned with Apollo's hair
Bright sunshine

Golden rays paint black silhouettes
While guitarists caress their frets
At sunset

She's trapped herself in these...

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I sit, from Canal to 209 and back
watching the doors open and close.
I see glimpses of Times Square's neon lights, West 4th's man-made green, Columbus...

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A rock and blues guitarist and lyricist and singer,
Whose harmonic music and songs, in environs, linger;
One of the hundred guitarists of all times and seasons,
Clapton's...

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Heavens Gate the crowd to be
Blues-ed and Rocked
Lures me
Forgotten cream
Of our Music past
Down on Earth
It will always last
 
 
Hendrix, Kossoff guitarists so
Bon Scott, leader...

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Frogs, toads, crickets
lizards, cockroaches
rats, owls assembled
in the thick of the night,
with  half Angry Moon
as the Choir Master
A thousand melodies,
and a thousand guitarists
but no music...

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He was born on a cotton plantation in Itta Bena, Mississippi.
Among rhythm and blues guitarists, he was the best there could be.
Riley B. King came...

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There was I in my early twenties
sitting bored on a Sunday afternoon
mu mum suggested, get a hobby
but being a loner was well out of tune

My...

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We're nearing the end of another year
But this one feels different than before
As we mourn our heroines and hero's
Hearts of family and friends are sore

There's...

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Harps play of their own accord.
The harpists sit serenly bored.
Guitars gently weep.
The guitarists have all fallen asleep.

Drums boom out in the silence.
Snare and bass burst...

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all other musicians held an instrument
Karla's only instrument was her voice
would it be enough?
she knew it was when the audience went silent
and the guitarists stopped...

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