Long Yamaha Poems

Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed with golden keys. Her voice called to me the first...

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I wish I could speak my mind without judgement
I've got a lot of pain to deal with, can I put my ink on it?
You haven't been through anything if you didn't learn a thing from...

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Corina's piano
played in Waterbury
on Tudor Street;
that's where a small crowd
would gather by
her open window,
and hear her new song
with a 3/4 beat
and happily sing along...
despite the sizzling heat.


I've moved back to New York, this past May,
and...

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4.22am 27-1-04
I met this little lesbian 
She rode up on her bike
A Yamaha 350 from Sydney she did hike
So the two of us got talking
And we went down for a beer
And while there we were...

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4.22am 27-1-04
I met this little shiela 
She rode up on her bike
A Yamaha 350 from Sydney she did hike
So the two of us got talking
And we went down for a beer
And while there we were...

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To The Man Who Fishes At The Beach 


This is to the man who fishes 
At the oceans.
The beaches
With wooden boats 
Equipped with Yamaha engines
Well crafted to keep the salty water out.
A fisherman's most prize...

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Arise O sons of the Shining stars!
Arise and speed like your fish-like cars.
Tan your sorrows and pains with ease
And sway in delight like your Sakura trees.



Arise O sons of the shining stars!
Thorns' scratches on elephant...

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His piano is not played often
as yesterday was, and when it does, the happy sound of Yamaha
lets him enter a fascinating world made up of time clefs, of notes
and chords that imagination 
creates on instant...

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Curious 

Yaam yaam ati vasam 
Taam taam ati pojanm 

I'm am curious to know how I 
Will die suray putram taam namami Yamaha garjanam tam namami sri sani charay give me the pain after death...

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not looking to left, or right, another rider drove 
straight into her, knocking her off her blue Yamaha 
and out into the asphalt sea,
then…looking quickly round, (for steam rollers) 
she jumped up, like one of...

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(This is a fictional poem)

When I won a Yamaha motorcycle, I was really thrilled.
But I've had some wrecks that nearly got me killed.
Yesterday I went flying over the handlebars and my head hit a horse...

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