Short Guitarists Poems
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all other musicians held an instrument
Karla's only instrument was her voice
would it be enough?
she knew it was when the audience went silent
and the guitarists stopped playing
Frogs, toads, crickets
lizards, cockroaches
rats, owls assembled
in the thick of the night,
with half Angry Moon
as the Choir Master
A thousand melodies,
and a thousand guitarists
but no music came out!
Great guitarists talents last a whole life long
But that's not sufficient to describe Stevie Ray Vaughan
In my estimation
No other generation
Produced such a talented guitarist, too early he's gone
Harps play of their own accord.
The harpists sit serenly bored.
Guitars gently weep.
The guitarists have all fallen asleep.
Drums boom out in the silence.
Snare and bass burst in violence.
Sing out loud with all your might.
And incite all you meet to fight.
On day of the dead Daddy hired the guitarists four
to liven up November first a tiny bit more
they came to our house and sat on our couch
one of them complained of comfort yelling out “ouch!”
I know what you mean, I said. I hate that spring too.
They played me a song – “Rapsody Day of the Dead blue”
My mother told me to stop making fun of her furniture though.
By the November second, they had returned down below.
Heavens Gate the crowd to be
Blues-ed and Rocked
Lures me
Forgotten cream
Of our Music past
Down on Earth
It will always last
Hendrix, Kossoff guitarists so
Bon Scott, leader we all know
Phil Lynott bassist past
Cozy Powell their memories last
What these guys have left behind
Future players they will find
Its our right what we must do
Portray their sounds to me and you
What they have done
Is the reason why
They now are
The Great Gig in the Sky.