Short Electric Guitar Poems
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A musician resting in a spar,
Was playing his electric guitar,
An almighty spark
Plunged his home into dark,
He was left with a musical scar.
Star
Singing
Purple haze
Put spell on you
Electric guitar
The star spangled banner
Another overdose done
Poetic lyrics mesmerize
Waves of tunes that do misplace the mind
Music of his replayed, this very day
Rorie the rock star mouse ordered a big electric guitar
He was in a band in Wisconsin, but was Minnesota far?
Many begged him to join them, was one band enough?
Rorie’s head exploded with pride, he felt like hot stuff.
piano rocket
jazzy orchestra sprockets
no electric guitar
no electrical sockets
careful where you dance
might get hit with a lover's locket
no security here
no need to empty your pockets
bumping to trumpet prophets
Carry Me Away
Banging of the drums,
The cry of the electric guitar,
Breathes life into my fire tonight.
These electric currents seize through
My body constantly.
I get lost in the music,
Lost in your eyes,
As you make my hips rise.
I wanted to be
an electric guitar,
to vibrantly run my screams in
melodically riffs and solos...
Turning my pains into art...
But I'm just that... lone cello
how bitter and silent
dies of thirst in a corner
without performing any blues.... !
soft caresses sit on no evil stars
gently fall down like electric guitar rain
rhythmic motion of rainlike caresses
beat to a drum
rhythmic motion of rainlike caresses
gently fall down like electric guitar rain
soft caresses sit on no evil stars
.
He could really play
That electric-guitar fine
Left-handed groovy
she double
parked in
new york
city running
with a hundred
dollars into a
music store
told the man
behind the
counter what
electric guitar
and amp can
i get with this
showing him
her money and
he showed her
the goods that
now i'm glad
i have after
she gave me
what she
got
Form:
the constant
music in my mind
melodic loops
and melodies
transposed lines
juxtapose the left
brain video that
could be a photo
of you
for you
to me
your face filling
the screen but only
your eyes blink
as your silver smile
stays the same
all the while
my soundtrack
plays back around
again and again
the electric guitar
synapse riff of
Crazy Train
Form:
Broken heart like broken bones
Life is hard from a broken home
Amplify my feelings I cry alone
Cat in me reeling black cat moan
Kicking my habits except guitar
Cat has to have it near not far
A rock song stronger than my heart
Tell me you’re over the hard part
Maybe I’ll see you again someday
Only crazy men can understand my ways
An electric guitar screams heart ache
Neon charge and scars why I play
Newport 1965
(Or Dylan Goes Electric)
This was the dream concert
folk was at its peak
Pete Seeger, Joan Baez,
Odetta, Peter, Paul and Mary
Bill Monroe, Johnny Cash,
Gordon Lightfoot, Ian and Sylvia
But the prize, the dream was
to see Dylan play Blowin’ In the Wind
acoustically.
The folkie purists were shocked,
the dream had died.
Dylan played Maggie’s Farm with an
electric guitar and their world came
to an end.
Encapsulated inside lyrics that glow,
fire this hot will never be assuaged.
Love insists on the beat of drums
backed up by solid electric guitar.
Fire this hot will never be assuaged,
turned on and turned up to purple
every speaker sticks to your blood.
Love insists on the beat of drums
to drown what sits inside so thick.
Once its held can it ever truly fade?
Backed up by solid electric guitar,
our story shines for a crowd to feel.
In the burning ballad hides its soul.