Short Mandolin Poems

Mandolin slicer

         rubbing my heart on its blade

Tomato red bowl...

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Flowers Key
Notes Yellow
I love

Green Mandolin
Angel

Flowers

In another life...

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Amanda Lynn had a mandolin
And would sing the sweetest song
That when you heard her singin'
You would want to sing along
And then with her go sinnin'...

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fine tuned precision
mandolin wheels slicers ect
you've been chopped - goodbye




Tribute To Fine Foods


Entry For 
Matt Caliri's 
The Job Contest...

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i have a pear
shaped mandolin
depression era
that has surely
sinned in
speakeasies
in the '30's
because my
fingering has
never been so
beautifully
dirty...

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Remember “Little Annie Orphan” way back when
Her faithful dog Sandy, who played the mandolin
Clever old mutt
Brains up his butt
A joy for all us kiddies from end to begin...

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Woke up this morning with a dirty big grin
Must have really enjoyed the dreams I was in
With chickies galore
Naughties on the floor
At eighty years old, should retire my mandolin...

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M ade of maple and spruce 
A lways ready for use
N ow is the time to play 
D o not put it away
O pen the case, take out
L earn a new song throughout
I t’s the way to improve
N ow you’re into a groove!...

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at one end
a finishing
crack actually
only a hair
line fracture left
of the sound
hole
of my old
mandolin

depression
era circa
1930's depresses
me even with
one string broken
soft pick
strumming her
pear
shaped body...

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Across the broken howls of pride
unmatch the dawn 
She will be there someday
wisdoms sweet mandolin
ran naked through the fields
Unbuttoned  two as one
Pleading eyes whispers alone
Emotions stalked inside
Drunk on gypsy violins
we burn like you...

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I am jealous of death
its resolute presence and confident action
Its darkened cool and its infinite existence

When I pass like whispered winds in forgotten winters 
death will sullenly play its monotone mandolin of time
...expecting no one to listen...

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Must have a banjo
To get that Bluegrass sound
The bass is needed
To nail the rhythm down

Fiddle plays a lead
Tingles go up your spine
Guitar keeps the beat
Or picks melody line

The Mandolin chop
Makes the Bluegrass whole
Greater than its parts
Music of solid gold...

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Call her Lucy
O'! For She once was all
Heavenly kingdom strung 
On her Mandolin song

Call her Lucy 
O'! For she had it all
Had she not fallen
Rising end-time eyes forlorn

O'! My poor Lucy  
Fearing the last judges
Hammer,gavel,fire......
Earthly kingdoms now torn...

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Banjo strings ringing
Mandolin singing
Bass beating out time
Harmonic guitar
Fiddle sighing notes.

Playing so fast
The strings will snap
Bows will lose hair
Players don’t care.

Playing’s fun
Many runs
Filling air.

No cares
Bluegrass

Rules!
...

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she stitched me
in
the
middle
her mandolin
had me at suppose
it
was
an
fiddle
violen
strung rose
oh how she whittled
me strung out in the snow
her flute how it pipers me
warm enough to breathe
caught another breath
harp strung for me
her lyrics sewn
through
my
chest
she stitched me
?...

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Fool of jesters
jester of fools
performs for fat
spindly legged kings
who slap their sides
in glee of his merriment
as around the court
he dances in his 
three cornered hat
and turned up shoes
which jingle with
tiny bells as
with gaiety he
plays his mandolin
and sings of
the indiscretions
of lords and ladies.....

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She bathes--
in the nighttime

in dream thickened honey.

Her mandolin cries
wrapping her chilled 
chords around the moon.

Hear the clocks ticking,
hands 
weightless on the surface,
as butterflies float away
to yesterday.

No effort required,
they sail on such 
sweet notes
that fall with the mellow 
mandolin rain....

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Gaslight room
you had it all
the laughing and dancing
You gave me words
but no tune
How time goes by
when you're trying to enjoy yourself

Doffing your head
its the madness without a glint
The gamblers are playing a winning game
They say your love cant fit
Playing the mandolin
The only crime is being blindfolded
washed down your stale wine...

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Metronome heart beats in 4/4 time while mandolin chimes in staccato voice.  In the background, guitar hums and banjo sings.  Bluegrass echoes across southern winds; blues and mountain music force a dance from tranquil feet; it’s a concert fit for country royalty, at the Opry.  The East coast clogs and smiles.

On the rolling winds,
Echo strains of the southland;
Gaia’s toe tapping.

...

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Music uplift my heart
Disperse distress,down cast depart;
Vivaldi on Venetian violin
In concerto,cello and mandolin.

Music enlarge my mind
Reminece and then remind;
In Mahler's opus strong
Adagio,lieder and song.

Music to suit my every mood
In valued secluded solitude;
Satie and Pachebel
Motifs that haunt and indwell.

Music tingling my spine
As emotions re-align;
Choral and slow requiems
In pleasing dulcet diadem....

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doo little doo little doo little doo stroking with fire
the strums of the sweet mandolin delight and inspire
with a dash and a splash you appear on the horizon alive
I hear your music, and I know that you are on your way Clive

I am pleased with your progress, I so adore your song
you listen with your heart, and you are rarely ever wrong
doo little doo little doo making music with bellows
I love hearing your progress, you delight me to my toes...

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My father is the drummer
They call him MR. Brooklyn Covington
Mike does most of the vocals
And man this guy's voice is amazing
Todd gets his groove on playing bass guitar
he have you flowing
Then Jim jumps on the scene
And start rocking his mandolin
They call me a groupie
and no I'm not stalking the band
I just love them all
Because I'm their number one fan
so clear your schedule and don't be late
You don't want to miss this band their called
ALDENS GATE...

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Maurie had been given worst assignments
But most had been easier than this one
They had saddled him with two sidekicks
Cats who hissed and spat at the moon.

The moon was not in the mood for it either.
He kept asking Maurie to take his leave.
But his task was to lull the moon to sleep.
He stayed, fighting off the annoying cats.

The mandolin is amazing for a minstrel.
It gave him the oomph he needed.
He remained calm, and the moon slept.
Also, the pesky cats. Mission accomplished....

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