Guitars Poems

Love Night

Song by Forro Cedez and 
Arriere Assai and Composed by
Ausdruck Zu Lieblich
of Jingle Dheeze Music Fame LLC
a Soothing Music Company



In the absences of choice
I raise my voice
I kneal to proclaim
asking you this
the only one on my list
I am in love and not ashamed
I wanna be
your man
your husband
say you'll marry me
we'll say I do
to start ah-new
to

Rizumu Uta and Moog style Orchestra

Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw

the odd one out
just tagging

Guitars and Add Lilacs

Whence didst craft stopped the Winds of War,
and bring forth peace, forevermore.
Exact it is a slumber hence,
awaken sorts some recompense,
weary minds do not ask for more.

Sub base, Washington, in Bangor,
breaths a sigh scares I, what they store.
A misty boy loss -- skilless, thence.
            

Clever Guitars

From His startling brush, blaze stars,
We save them like fireflies in jars,
Ours are in photos or memoirs,
Played in songs by clever guitars.

From His light, flow blessings galore.
It’s His sweet grace that I adore.
Nought compares to the love that’s ours.
Played in songs by clever guitars.

By His still, small voice, He assures,
He lives in our hearts, mine

Follow Guitars Lead

Follow guitar's lead daddy said.
in a calm, omnipotent way.
a jazz guitarist, he was revered.
His death was a shock.
She followed the lead of his guitar
through grief.

Good Ole Boys With Guitars

They’ve all gone those singer songwriters of yesterday 
or are in the process of leaving 
But their songs remain in our hearts and psyches
their words forever embedded in our souls

They came like a breath of fresh air churning our souls
dressed in dirty blue jeans, muddy boots with smelly sweat
rough bearded faces extruding love for the

Moonlight Ensemble

From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.

Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers,
A summer night

Saturday Nights At Barney's

Saturday nights at Barney’s
Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk,
Our band sang soulful love songs
That cried while our guitars wailed.
We oozed moods for fresh lovers,
And throbbing hearts on the mend,
Through those timeless tuneful nights
While Gus wiped his rosewood bar.

After crowds slunk off with night
We sang our most heart-felt songs
To the posters on the walls.
We sang for the fallen stars
Who

Bars and Guitars

Tap and tabs overflowing
escaping from everyday life
you come home undergoing
a feeling of safety from the night life
you feel lost in the hustle
wishing you never left her at home
for one moment of bustle
with freedom you need not to comb
so one day you wake up
and realize what's it all for
quietly you stumble to stand up
as you walk

Warrior Poet

Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet

Guitars and Music Jam

was a day of gun
was amusic run
we came to play
it was guitarist day
we had chesse and ham
as we
GUITAR AND MUSIC JAM

Gutsy Guitars

Whilst Bruno Mars ascends new stars
Elvis Presley haunts old boudoirs
Second to none
They both have fun
Just strumming their gutsy guitars.

Guitars In the Night

Guitars in the Night


There is a place I have not been,
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.


I woke up this morning after another dream;
I was late for work in my mind

Guitars Are Sexy

Guitars are sexy;
Like a woman's waist, curvy,
Held intimately.

Guitars Mating

Guitar, Bass Guitar,
Sharing one vertical stand.
I think they're mating.

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