Musicians Poems - Poems about Musicians

A tuneful gorilla that they called a brute played both the recorder and the lute, while his elephant friend, refined, was of a different mind, and gave up the trumpet for flute....

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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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he leans against a street sign pole it is freezing cold he knows not to put his tongue on it a casual stance for he is a musician are they not all casual? life is simple tv is in grayscale the hippies have not arrived to color up the scene people walk toward him most do not see him those who do avoid his eyes not wanting...

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When he speaks transparently he feels co-passionate as long as s/he appears to vulnerably listen Without Me v We risks of retributive judgment, body shaming and mind blaming, when he aims to restore healthy cultures and wealthy climates of peace through win/win reassessment Which may be why music feels safer to sing resonantly when compassionate audiences dance engaging pleasure's peak resilience Co-empathic brilliance of CommonSensed communion rituals Wealth-enlightened minds empowering health-embodied love stories NaturalRoot/SpiritualCrown wisdom recirculations as old...

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“I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan I AM A STRANGER HERE without you I CAN'T EXPLAIN why I walk through this RING OF FIRE WHERE THE NIGHTIME IS THE RIGHT TIME- when out of the darkness I SHALL BE RELEASED from the...

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We dream, with eyes that pierce the veil, Hope paints a future, bright and hale. Beyond horizons, dreams unfurl, A tapestry for a transformed world. We light the path, where shadows lie, The human spirit, soaring high. We are the power. We teach, a lighthouse in the storm, Kindling minds, keeping purpose warm. Scientists delve in mystery's hold,...

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Meritorious lessons, verily memorable meant by organ grinder or street musician I virtually met move me to mention my meditations… Midst his marvelous music my momentous milestones are filled with hymns* magnifying the majesty of the Supreme Almighty… Musing about his magic my mind is mesmerized with charm of melodious minutes meandering toward merriment-mirth… Marked by his impact along what his messages...

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She sits in the corner Hair over her face Strumming her guitar At such an easy pace He comes out and joins her She begins to hum He sits on the ground And beats on his drum Then she starts to sing And I gently close my eyes Voices tugging at me When they harmonize In time with the music My heart starts to beat In tune with the...

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The accordion is my instrument of choice. This was stated by striped blue cat Joyce. My brother Adley is on the cymbals, nice and loud. Cousin Zaney plays the violin, he has a classical crowd. I asked, What kind of music do you like the best? Bluegrass, rock and roll, classical and all the rest. We are bongo playing cats...

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The great Elvis Presley stole the show When it came to music, fast and slow Patsy Cline could sing so sweet and fine Without a doubt, her voice would shine Hank Williams had a son with his name Like father, like son – they claimed fame Ray Charles played despite being blind His listeners knew he was one of a kind Aretha Franklin...

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My valued time for musicians: On-stage a class of magicians, Though their tunes not for theologian’s Who brand musicians logicians… It’s a reaching-out to people For stirring their dreams or ripple, Musicians for the route to love, Their tunes proofs of its being a dove “While living, bleeding and kicking A lip you conquered be licking, Even as time keeps a-ticking. And unsolved mad problems...

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"Crazy is as Crazy does" Crazy is as Crazy does poets and musicians come undonne fresh plots till the soiled, their artful passion twists a je ne sais quoi madness in the measure of their melodies - there "It" sits within, an articulate climbing ivy de Sadeness, when silence comes to this words paint a wall like flowers blooming tale feathers flying angels...

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The percent, one point three. Thirteen of each one thousand famous musicians will likely die at age twenty seven. The, so called, Twenty Seven Club. A tragic portent for young artists. The truth is Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison and Cobain died at twenty seven, yes,a sad event, but Rick James, Fogelberg, Roger Miller and Billy Powell didn't. They are members of a unique group, The Fifty Six Club. In truth, more artists leave us at age fifty six...

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Many musicians make music, Musical melodies mimic magnificent messages. Mostly material mentioning meaningful moments, Masterpieces march merrily. Millionaire music makers....

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Mindful/less music moves mad musicians save/lift/elevate Shreds of Song Diatonic drones dancing on the digital drums vibrate/move/inflate Fragments of Folly Percussive pianos punctuating points of peace inflate/inspire/infuse Elements of Exultation...

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