A Hiatus
Rusts sprout on the strings.
Lying un-tinkered for months,
my guitar is mute.
poem by Mifael Llauderes
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Strings Of Freedom
walk with me..
you and me, not separate
our poem is totality
and our poetry,
is all months,
from january..
to december.
walk with me..
where to decide
the strings of poetry
mixed with both,
the guitar's strings
and the strings..
of all seasons.
walk with me..
it's me, who guides
to all strings,
which said no
and refused to sleep
but refused not..
to dream.
walk with me..
i'm still to wait
for all strings,
walking in time
and resisting,
being jailed..
in the guitar.
poem by Ahmed Khaled
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Strumming The Strings Of My Heart
I watch you play,
Making a beautiful tune
The strings of the guitar shaking
As you sit in the light of the moon
Your plucking the strings
With great ease
Making a flowing melody
A pretty song, just for me
I continue to watch
You playing your guitar
Making me love you
While your strumming the strings of my heart
These strings will never be touched
By anyone but you
You go where no one else can
Leaving a mark, like a tattoo,
Saying I LOVE YOU
poem by Katniss Everdeen
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My Guitar.
my guitar has six strings,
it gets lonely when nobody sings,
musical and magical,
my pick makes my guitar sound so magical,
and no matter were i go shes right there,
when i play my guitar people always stare,
we sound so good together,
i hope my guitar will stay with me forever,
my guitar has six strings.
but it gets lonely when no one sings,
my guitar is never out of tune,
it doesnt matter who i play it too,
wether you're happy, mad or feeling blue,
just remember my guitar will help you get thru.
1/11/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Simplicity Of The Music Of The Spirit
attuned
i pluck the strings of guitar
and music
is soothing as usual
my spirit soars
leaving a painful body behind
now it is
the song that plucks the guitar
strings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yellow Guitar
It’s nothing but me now and these strings
There’s nothing holding me in between
I bought this yellow guitar
And now its stole my heart
There’s nothing but your voice echoing in my head
And nothing to complain to
Yeah I bought this yellow guitar
To sing to you
Cause I got all these words circling my mind
Got to many nights I stayed awake to cry
There’s nothing but these strings now to prove who we are
Im left holding this yellow guitar
Cupids arrow has struck me hard
Surprised how much I am in love
With this yellow guitar
poem by Christy Harris
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My Sad Guitar (In Iraq)
When I play...my sad guitar,
With powered chords...of deep emotion.
I strum the strings...with such devotion,
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
In a bunker, built in the sand.
This war torn country, this desert land,
I miss playing...In a rock and roll band.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
My memories play,
Deep in my mind,
I try to find-
Our... wedding... day!
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
I think of my Harley...My hot-rod car,
Wishing I was home,
With a beer in a bar.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
poem by Philip Lore
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All gut strings. That's just the first kind of guitar I played, it was a nylon string guitar. And to me, it's the purest form of guitar making, and I just enjoy doing it.
The Fastest Guitar Alive
Orbison/dees
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
Singing pretty songs, knowing I belong
I am first and last, and always a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Rattling strings like a gattling gun
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Im rolling on like a rolling stone
Gathering no moss, I play a boss guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Strumming like a battling soldiers drum
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar alive
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Luve Rusts
Here I am now, somewhere on the highway
I just checked into some low-lit room
I call my service back in San Francisco
Tell my landlord, I'll be home by June
But what about me, boy, back in California
What about the blue-eyed girl, you're but a child
You held me for ransom, like some beautiful bandit
Going down for the third time, drowning in your life
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear blue day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened, the weather changed
I should have known better
you read just like a roadmap
Staying in one place
doesn't interest you at all
Maybe I don't move
as fast as I used to
But youth is something
we can't hold on to long
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Hailstones heavy on this empty heart
It crowds the window where I used to watch you
Down by the shoreline in the dark
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened and the weather changed
Something happened and the weather changed
Something happened
Then the weather changed
Ooh, I tell you we used to shine
(We used to shine,oh,how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh,how love rusts)
Ooh,we used to shine
Ooh, we used to shine
you know
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
(We used to shine,oh, how love rusts)
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song performed by by Starship
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Love Rusts
Here I am now, somewhere on the highway
I just checked into some low-rent room
I call my service back in san francisco
Tell my landlord, Ill be home by june
But what about me, boy, back in california
What about the blue-eyed girl you call a child
You held me for ransom, like some beautiful bandit
Going down for the third time, drowning in your life
Chorus:
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear blue day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened, the weather changed
I should have known better, you read just like a road map
Staying in one place doesnt interest you at all
Maybe I dont move as fast as I used to
But youth is something we cant hold on too long
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Hailstones heavy on this empty heart
It crowds the window where I used to watch you
Down by the shoreline in the dark
Love rusts when it rains on romance
Thunder rolls in on a clear blue day
We used to shine like the eye of a diamond
But something happened, the weather changed
Something happened and the weather changed
Something happened, then the weather changed
Ooh, I tell you we used to shine (how love rusts)
(we used to shine, how love rusts)
We used to shine
Ooh, we used to shine, you know
(we used to shine, how love rusts, we used to shine, how love rusts)
(we used to shine, how love rusts, we used to shine, how love rusts)
song performed by by Starship
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The Guitarist
Strum the strings
From room to room
The sound will ring
Sealed in its case
Taking up space
I use a pick to play
The guitar, everyday
Playing a chord
Only when I'm bored
Strum the strings
From room to room
The sound will ring
Its base is wood
Its strings are not
When you cannot play
There is nothing to flaunt
Before you play
Tune the sound
Strum on and on
Until a rhythm is found
Strum the strings
From room to room
The sound will ring
I
I have nothing to say
No light to use
No music to play
I'm idle
For I have
No guitar to play
poem by Pete Rivera
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Music of the Stars
(to Johnny Alegre)
I heard you first as I walked by
Abelardo Hall
The faint strains of a lead guitar
I just could not ignore
Quietly I entered
the large dim-lit hall
Soon I sat there feeling
What I've never felt before
It was the sound of longing
through the strings of your guitar
A man surrendering his heart
A traveller soul-searching
reaching for the stars
A prayer from the heart
You didn't know me back then
But I can tell you now
The music that possessed you
Took me in its power
For on that day a wayward flame
Touched my very soul
And to this day it haunts me still
A song from long ago
It was the sound of longing
though the strings of your guitar
That echoed the longing in my heart
I know I won't forget
That mystical guitar
That song of timeless distant stars
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Look at us...
These signs of silence,
Are the reasons of urn absence.....
Yearning for your embrace,
And feel your sweet grace,
Resting by the fireplace..........
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
Sun is shining in the sky,
You're arms, that's where I’m gon' die...
Our love is so clean,
Unusual, nobody has seen,
I’m gon'nestle it & make it endlessly green....
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
You belong to me,
No matter where, we'll be...
You are always mine,
My love, my sunshine.....
Look at us, where we are,
So grown, and bizarre…
Look at us, what we are,
Like the strings of a musical guitar...
We’re in love, we're determined,
to our love, life and so defined...
poem by Neha Aradhye
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Learning To Live Alone And Be Happy
in my little Bisayan town
the guitar strings are loose
and the sound
becomes musically challenged
i will be having a hard time
with my lyrics
and choice of pitch
because of this faulty guitar
and this
hardheaded guitarman
one day i decided to sing alone
less the guitar
and the guitarist
and then i learned to live
and sing
without so much fuss
without
any need for a guitar
or any accompaniment
surprisingly
i can sing alone and yet
still be in tune
without things
without so many people
yes, it is this solitude
and the rest becomes mere surplusage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Genious
Little genious finaly learned to play the guitar
And it took months for him to learn how to play the guitar
But slowly he is learning
And he is practicing it everyday so he doesn't forget how to play the Guitar
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A Lyric to My Son and His Guitar
A Lyric To My Son and His Guitar
strum...
Strum the strings of your brown guitar;
Brings me to the music star lively as you are.
Far in the awful nights in an hour of silence
Plays me a song with ease and delight.
Plays no more a sad song,
Let the people hear only a refrain;
Of the imperial tune.
Strum...
Strum the strings of your brown guitar
Brings the world to the music star lively as you are...
poem by Elvira Marchan
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Selling the Guitar
The old strings of this guitar
they argue with my fingers
Perhaps the E string
with its proud tone
has better things to do
Maybe one night
this guitar
chose to become a piano
or speak other languages
Someone put the words
Out of tune
It no longer understands me
Now the songs refuse to be heard
Now things don't sound the same
And this guitar, I'm selling-
Perhaps has something against my fingers.
poem by Elvis Lantan
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A Guitar
A guitar is a big tennis racket
That has no socket
But has strings
And sounds like a ding-a-ling
A guitar is a big instrument
That doesn't come in packets
But is sold
And isn't difficult to hold
poem by Jacqueline AntwiDanso
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The Guitar Man
They call me the guitar man.
Cause I can really bend those strings.
I no longer play in a band,
But I can make my guitar sing.
There ain't nothing I can't play,
I carry music in my soul.
I play better than yesterday,
I can play some solid gold.
My acoustic Alvarez,
Can either sing or cry.
I thank the Lord, that he has blessed,
My guitar and me from on high.
If you're ever down in Texas,
Come and see this guitar man.
I don't look at all like Elvis,
But I do the best I can.
Ask around and you will see.
That I am not so hard to find.
If you hear music, thats where I'll be,
So come on down, if your'e inclined.
9/5/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Diary Of a Divorcee
And the words keep ringing in my head
She says she cannot take it anymore
She says she is losing her head
I feel I am the worst of all
We had thought of going from black to grey
But for our guitar strings cut in two
She wants the lines signed again
I think of smiles at the first sign
And hate to have it signed with hate
I feel I am the worst of all
We had thought the merger was till death
But for our guitar strings cut in two
poem by Kenneth Umunna
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