Spring Guitar Poems

My priggish plump fingers
frayed against
the fretless neck of a
thousand stringed lute
each chord I strummed
cracked open galloping
gaseous spheres of
scorching flame
my velveteen vibrato
commanding them into prostration

Lo! how...

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When Spring’s soft murmurs broke the stillness of the rolling hills,
He took his guitar outside to welcome days of daffodils.
His music wound throughout the pines...

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At the pink dawn, birds on a wing,
All nature in the glory of spring,
Autumn campfires under bright stars,
Thrilling summer sounds from guitars!

Hummingbirds in the Tuesday...

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she wore the sonnet as clothes
and was naked to all that saw her
she spoke in perfect diction
and pranced around to have all
who wish her well...

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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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"Church St. people of the abyss."

                 A pancake breakfast...

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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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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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Her freckled face and long hair are caressed by a gold sun;
Lydia loves springtime, her adventurous spirit breathes joy,  
and it seeks scented flowers...

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Sombre, blue mood
Pluck acoustic guitar strings
On the cusp of spring...

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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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