Fear Guitar Poems

The Physical qualities of the song ranged 
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing...

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Every day the man would 
Sit on the cold concrete in
The midst of a bustling city, weathered
Hands strumming a wooden guitar and
Watery blue eyes full...

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It’s been a long time since they’re rock-and-rolled,
but the music still remains what is was,
a broken levee of thunder and sound
so vital that it defies...

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It was just a broken stringed guitar
covered in dust and the wood bearing scars.
Long forgotten it lay in the run-down old bar.
Then one sultry day...

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Billy Dean was a famous man
A country singer – I was a fan
It happened that I met him
He was all handsome and trim

When he embraced...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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we saw nothing
but elbows
and heard the fist pounding 
the skin.
their long black and brown
leather coats hide what they
were doing
the cries of the men
on the ground
could...

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Dear Guitar,
As I'd strike you,
Please play my mind out for the world.
Give voice to that which can only be felt but not spoken;
Make it loud...

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Hourglass

Sand falls
Through the glass
Love falls
Within the past
Memories dance
They never last
Head in my hands
As I stare overhead
At the hourglass


Falling Down Stairs

Stairs broken
Wheels unspoken
I fell
Grasping for air
Are...

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Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter 
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did...

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Savoured roots at the tip of a spade
Dying leaves escape their own tree’s shade
We’re in a draught, spare me your tears
Unless you’re a portfolio full...

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Anguish,

fear, 

infidelity, 

caution,

heroism, 

exoneration-

death, 

discovery, 

attitude, 

angle...

Here I come,
angle your beast,

here I am on the run,

peddling with the mean-

I don’t need to hear words,

I can...

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In the warmest of seasons,
when the cheerless moon of a remote town
rises from beyond the fir and maple-covered hills,
in great suspense and silence,
a brief song...

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