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Drums 'n' Guitar

Tho' right-handed
instruments the two do play
yet one is downside up
left-handed musicians both are they
or seem to sup
from a similar southpaw cup
and if you follow the trail of crumbs
they lead to Jimi
the Starr of guitar
and stick to Ringo
the Hendrix of drums

Categories: hendrix, fun, guitar, humorous, music,
Form: Rhyme

Hendrix Is In the House

Voodoo Chili Blues
Hendrix is in the house
Hear my train a’comin
We are rocking too hard to grouse

Let’s set this guitar on fire!
And sing the Catfish blues.
Time is precious to this artist.
So young! His life to lose!

Categories: hendrix, music,
Form: Free verse

Picture Frame

Bare are these walls...
I now stand before,
that were once adorned with picture frames.

The brown boxes are loaded,
and these frames of which I speak wait within.

The door frame, the frame of the home,
the borders that surround my garden,
and the walkways I meander in the mornings,
frame my memories, of a time once not bounded.

And time... the time

Categories: hendrix, remember,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Hate Is Love

Hate is Love

You did everything
And I only let you know 
When it was wrong
Anger builds
Fights happen
Hate is everything
I hate you
And you left

You did everything
And I never let you know it
When you were right
Happiness is around us
Life is good
Love is everything
I love you
Please come back

Inspired by Jimi Hendrix’s  “The Wind Cries Mary”

Categories: hendrix, hate, heart, love, love
Form: Free verse

Sixteen Days

days that brought me to worship
sounds of deity echoing through my room
music that deftly captured my ears and dreams

all we needed to release the discomfort 
of war and plastic cages
was the experience of his Fender Strat
the feedback from that Marshall amp
her Big Momma Thornton howls
Ball and Chain, Ball and Chain

long may we love the real

Categories: hendrix, appreciation,
Form: Free verse

Jimmy Hendrix Stamps

My Jimmy Hendrix stamps
        are colorful.
They are not mine, for I cannot
        buy them,
but I will use them
        in my mind
        just the same
Whenever I wish to

Categories: hendrix, childhood,
Form: Free verse

Ode To Jm Hendrix

James was pretty good at his job
Left- handed nonetheless
Most thought it was not music
The kids just could not care less.

The feedback always washed him clean
The crowds breathed purple haze.
At 27, he died on Paisley satin sheen
Too much talent, he just ran out of days.

Categories: hendrix, absence, music,
Form: Ode

Tribute To Jimi Hendrix

He came from a distant galaxy
On his way to planet Earth,
he stopped over to visit Mars
but didn’t like the atmosphere
No clubs, outdoor concerts or studios
and just a few microscopic life forms,
thus the audiences were rather sparse
They were rather small-minded as well
and did NOT appreciate his music…

He couldn’t stay here very long either
The Polaris Council advised

Categories: hendrix, music, planet, science,
Form: Narrative

Jimi Hendrix

Electric poems reverberated,
Within the walls of a London abode.
A psychedelic haze fueled the gift,
That a creative heart was bestowed.

Far from his broomstick days,
Passionate strums…electrified the room.
Emphasizing the pain from within,
Recalling the days he strummed the broom.

Acid rock...illuminated the winding path,
That led his creative heart to fly.
Good intentions laced by corrosive thoughts,
Inspired the work…from his daily

Categories: hendrix, historyheart, heart, london,
Form: Quatrain

Jimi Hendrix..Rock Star and Legend

J	imi, a talented guitarist
I	n the world of Rock
M	ade young girls cry 
I	n his world, how he shined!

H	ard wired to play
E	arly love for guitars
N	ever found Nirvana 
D	ying each day, endless pain
R	iding strings of his music	
I	n his mind, demons taunted	
X	iting  too soon, young legend!

Categories: hendrix, dedication, history, life, music,
Form: Acrostic

Jimi Hendrix

From the Festival at Monterey 
Through Woodstock and his anthem play
His Experience and Band of Gypsys days
To his icon hit, Purple Haze 

We remember Jimi even today
His wah-wah pedal and feedback ways
It’s so sad that he ended his days
Far too young to hear the praise.




Entry in the Jimi Hendrix contest

Categories: hendrix, music
Form: Rhyme

Jimi Hendrix

Discovered so young
waiting for nothing, but found
love the little things

Categories: hendrix,
Form: Haiku