Write Guitar Poems

Disturbed  over what she had planned
for tomorrow. Often times she refused to
me as included with her plans.

What sweet sonnets sing ye
the sound of togetherness
tangled...

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I play so you can hear
I write so you can read
The things held deep inside my heart
Not for the world to see
I'll play a melody
I'll...

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Serenader
Free Verse

The Serenader strums his guitar
Under the light of the silvery moon 
And the starry night sky so bright
Singing a melodious song to the maiden...

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durning a Congraulation ceromony
a guy dressed in tights and  glittring
robe, came out complaining about
 doing all the chres, while
the others had more
time to be...

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“Hello….uh, umm…Have we met?...Yea, that's right…Sure… Karen?”

Well I don't know you well but you seem like the kind
That might join me for coffee at the...

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key players started pursuing new
and more qualified persons to become partners
they sought better public relations persons
they needed better communication relations
and found that creating a new...

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HEAVEN’S  GUITAR—


Play for me O angel the string instruments;
The book of life is His to write;
God’s creation, His plan won’t you understand;
What is your...

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( THE VOICE) IF YOU ARE HEARING THIS, YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT THE YEAR 3119. YOU ARE A TIME TRAVELER, YOUR NAME IS BISTON BAUSH....

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I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy...

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In a window down on Main St.
Sits an old pawn shop guitar
Its strings are like a slinky
And its finish has been marred

But when a dreamer...

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My spent colors still speak with my environment
Gray frost seeking a golden sun however little
Dulcet sounds if any come out of this interaction
When words like...

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So much for my ideas of slowing down,
Taking it easy just sitting watching TV.
I moved to a peaceful seaside town,
Since then I have found a...

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The artist knows of what they preform
The gift they have is embedded when born.
Each travelling show they take a bow
The everlasting applause they receive is...

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I heard the say from a mile away,
I’m sitting on the avenue seeking god forgiveness, 
Look to sky it a stormy weather,
If I pass bury...

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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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