Jimi Poems - Poems about Jimi

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 ...

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Tonight, I had a date with the mountain Tonight, I made those promises impend Tonight, behind the shadow of my fear Tonight —the devil smiled at me again (Seattle Washington: March, 2017)...

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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”...

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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...

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Tonight, I had a date with the mountain Tonight, I made those promises impend Tonight, behind the shadow of my fear Tonight, —the devil smiled at me again (Seattle Washington: ‘Something For Jimi’ March, 2017)...

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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...

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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...

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Author’s note: (This poem is true. Nothing in it is falsified or purposely omitted, even to protect the guilty. Written one day that I had to take a z pak and some crazy cough medicine (prescribed).) Here I sit, sick in bed, With Jimi Hendrix swirling in my head. Such anarchistic style, Topped off with a...

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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!...

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Made my name in Monterey BB,Muddy ,the key to how I play; Bell bottom fashion was my thing, Little Richard was my king like his voice,my guitar sings. Inspired by Raul's latest photo...

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Excuse me while I kiss the sky Seeking answers – why’d Jimi die? Perhaps it was the Burning of the Midnight Lamp Hey Joe! Don’t know? Revisit his amp Purple Haze shrouded by mystery Woodstock legend resounds in history Vietnam veteran’s soulful, haunting cry Excuse me while I kiss this guy * Written for Raul's Jimi Hendrix challenge...

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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...

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

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