History Guitar Poems

The Greasy Saddle Resturant and Night Club!
I blushed as I conceeded: she wished to name her nightclub "The Greasey Saddle". I had been seduced and...

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I was doin’ all right, feelin’ okay
Was off to the start of a pretty good day
Seemed like a bounce was steppin’ from my shoes
But lo...

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Guitar
Acoustic, Electric
Strumming, Resonating, Soloing
Modern, Popular, Antique, Anachronism
Plucking, Projecting, Accompanying
Medieval, Baroque
Lute...

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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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Our roots run deep into the Philadelphia bells of acoustical waves of your musical melodies, sound in my distant ear, the sailors storm on the...

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Today's Sounds

Music rolls off the banjo, bluegrass
Active cheery sound, gland it’s around,
Folk music in little town passed down by word of mouth;
Family remembers and other...

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Yesterday

We 
that can remember
keep-alive
those that have been forgotten,
in the small room,
the place in our hearts,
where God 
plants the best flowers,
and no tears…
fall....

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Batteries

Included with your purchase, 
items of importance, 
things you might
have forgotten, 
at the last minute. 
Gifts that have…
no marked down price, 
no lesser quality, 
and...

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I had just retired to bed
Around midnight, perhaps
Soft strokes of guitar


First I got startled
It was a one room facility
Not a mouse in sight


I alone was...

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its makes you dance
and prance
its sing
and ping
to the beat  it gets underneat
no matter who you are
here or far
you listen to sound
you get down
to the...

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They sing; they bring
That Beatle-fab scream
Of love-change-spring --
New, quick-beat theme.

A change like Revolver.
My heart's Rubber Soul,
That gear autumn solver
I won with hand-in-bowl.

Predecessors who inspired:
Richard, Storm...

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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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In a bourbon shot haze, stoned delta blues man 
Sank bones in the rocker, hunched on the porch, 
Face parched of youth, cursed of arthritic...

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