Guitarists Poems - Poems about Guitarists

...I tell you my secrets through the hums Of buzzing, stringed bees The rumblings of my thumb I pretend to play it all with ease My memories seem to wane But my fingers know their place A screec......

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...A rock and blues guitarist and lyricist and singer, Whose harmonic music and songs, in environs, linger; One of the hundred guitarists of all times and seasons, Clapton's musical art surpasses all......

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...all other musicians held an instrument Karla's only instrument was her voice would it be enough? she knew it was when the audience went silent and the guitarists stopped playing......

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... He was born on a cotton plantation in Itta Bena, Mississippi. Among rhythm and blues guitarists, he was the best there could be. Riley B. King came into the world in 1925. Entertaining a......

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...Every one of my five brothers and I strive to create harmony. Our lives are lived in parallel yet at times we work alone. Other times we play well together - unity and coexistence is our ......

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... We're nearing the end of another year But this one feels different than before As we mourn our heroines and hero's Hearts of family and friends are sore There's Eddy, Pete and Peter G......

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...There was I in my early twenties sitting bored on a Sunday afternoon mu mum suggested, get a hobby but being a loner was well out of tune My mind was blank till mum said learn guitar, my son, ......

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...Great guitarists talents last a whole life long But that's not sufficient to describe Stevie Ray Vaughan In my estimation No other generation Produced such a talented guitarist, too early......

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...Ethan was determined to be the best, to put to shame all other guitarists, to rock the world in tight, leather pants, touring like a God across the land. So at thirteen years he learned three cho......

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...Doing is knowing, The sound of music permeates my being, My flesh longs to dance with the Ravens that speak of freedom, Maya spoke of the caged bird, But I say to all birds Fly! to the rhythm of ......

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...Frogs, toads, crickets lizards, cockroaches rats, owls assembled in the thick of the night, with half Angry Moon as the Choir Master A thousand melodies, and a thousand guitarists but no mus......

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...I sit, from Canal to 209 and back watching the doors open and close. I see glimpses of Times Square's neon lights, West 4th's man-made green, Columbus Circle's arrows to the park as the doors open......

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...Spanish guitarists... Highest evolution, OR Proof of the divine?......

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...At dawn stood a maiden quite fair Crown adorned with Apollo's hair Bright sunshine Golden rays paint black silhouettes While guitarists caress their frets At sunset She's trapped herself in......

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...The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice Typically for me, music comes first Below are my ten, please read and rejoice In alphabetic......

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