Nostalgia Guitar Poems

This Old Guitar

This old guitar still longs to play 
his tender tunes of yesterday 
that crooned to lovers in the night
beneath the stars and moon’s...

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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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Sad guitar not played by anyone,
let me strike your dormant strings
and bring life where there was none;
where's that boy with plump cheeks
and auburn hair who...

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I recall June dreams beyond seasons' past
which bring me down lanes where old guitars  waft ;
his fingers twanging notes, our laughter screams  ...

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Psychedelic
Good times
Woodstock
Peace love
Long hair
Bell bottom
Jeans and beads
Guitars strumming
Hippies
Around a campfire
Singing
Free style
How the lovin’ was easy



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention...

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Sounds of an acoustic guitar..
Sounds are literally out of this world..
Strings of a guitar..
Deep and joyful..
Penetrates the soul
A soulful magical experience of pure delight

Transendence occurs..
Attributed...

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New jersey's
new sticks
anew way of thanking
or is it.
this note was attached to a rock
held on by some chewing gum
someone tossed it
on the rink while
were skating
the...

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Emerald eyes
Shy in disguise
She stole my soul
Made me lose control

Want to call her mine
She blows my mind
Nothing like I've ever seen
Straight out of a movie...

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In the corner of a pawn shop, blanketed in dust
stood a damned old used guitar; for a twenty, was a must.

Walking out the door with...

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teardrops appeared on my tablet
on both sides of the glass
mine on top
hers underneath,
shed from miles away

which was which
who was where
did not matter
any longer

real or virtual,
all...

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Somewhere, a guitar is crying.

All around is calm and quiet.

Only the guitar is crying.

The sigh of Silence is audible.

The guitar is crying,

and the last trolley...

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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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