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I tried to teach her guitar
wrote down tabs, chords
but we didn’t go very far.
She hated the red of her fingers,
the strumming of the string,
and most of all the plucking.
I hate guitars she blurted,
my eyes were bloodshot red
doesn’t she know they’re worth it?
I rolled my eyes, told her to leave
shaking my head
my sister was starting to be a peeve.
She wasn’t having fun,
I understood and sighed,
she did say all she wanted were drums.

poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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I Hate The World

I hate every hair on your head
I wish you were dead
I'll burn your house down
smash your car
sell your rims and go to the bar
I hate this place
despise the human race
I hate your laugh
I hate your eyes
I hate your lies
I hate everything
hated my schools
hate my job
but more than anything else
Its me
I hate myself
I hate this poem
I hate right now
I hate this computer
I hate my fingers
I hate you
I hate movies
I hate tv
go die

poem by Matt Cervantes
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Fingers

I see your fingers
touching tenderly,
reaching out in love
and with great care

plucking at strings and chords
strumming with great skill
and sometimes setting fire
to a tune on your guitar

floating over the piano keys
touching here and there
like a butterfly drifting in the air

tapping keys on the computer keyboard
writing poetry, sometimes songs
singing them along

brushing strokes on a canvass or board
mixing colours to the exact hue
painting images from your head

spreading emotions from the depth of you
magically giving life
dancing along with a rhythm of their own.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I Love The Sound Of Crashing Guitars

Mao mao mao...
I love the sound of smashing guitars /
I love the sound of crashing guitars /
Red guitars against the wall / big guitars can turn so small /
I love the sound of crashing guitars / show it!
The 6-string kick inside / the 6-string kick inside /
The 6-string kick inside.
I love the sound of breaking guitars /
I love the sound of crashing guitars /
Hey you long haired vintage jesus /
Break the guitar into 1000 pieces /
I love the sound of crashing guitars / dont you?
The 6-string kick inside / the 6-string kick inside.
Dont you love the sound of crashing guitars? /
Dont you love the sound of crashing electric guitars? /
Dont you love that sound, drivin in your car /
Dont you love the sound of crashing electric guitars? /
Dont you? / dont you?
I love the touch of watching the stars /
I love the sound of trashing guitars /
Custom made, townshends ace /
Smash the axe and break the case /
I love the sound of crashing guitars / crashing and crashing!
The 6-string kick inside / the 6-string kick inside.
I love the sound of crashing guitars / mao mao mao...

song performed by by Roxette
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Keep On Strumming The Guitar Strings

my dear
keep on strumming the guitar strings
on this lonely night

where are the stars
are dead and gone

keep on strumming and let me simply
hum a tune for you

keep on strumming until your fingers
bleed until i stop singing until

the two of us become one
breathing soul
in our chosen spot
of silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twice As Hard

Clean as a whistle
Smellin like a rose
She got no dirty little fingers
Bloodshot eyes are gone
Tell me Im wrong
Twice as hard
As it was the first time
I said goodbye
And no one ever wanna know
Love aint funny
A crime in the wink of an eye
Your sister always singing
She play the step child
A broken little memory
Her heart was never kind
Tell me Im blind
(repeat chorus)
Yeah, bloodshot eyes are gone
Tell me Im wrong
(repeat chorus 5 times)

song performed by by Black Crowes
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Just a Little Guitar Dot Com

I got this beginners electric guitar...
No! I didn't want to become a rock star..

I just loved the guitar too much...
I wasn't satisfied just by its touch...

I went to justin guitars.com
Like a kid getting lessons from his mom..

He teaches well, i dont deny it..
but i just cannot commit...

I dream of learning it all overnight...
but in reality it just gets farther away from my sight....

Great guitar gods out there....
i heard u play guitar just by moving fingers in the air...? ?

Teach me some cheap tricks...
A few guitar licks..

Teach me how to shred...
Till my fingernails are dripping blood...

Teach me how to get my god damn pinky moving...
I swear...it f**king doesnt show any scope of improving..

My friend is so obsessed with gilmour...
I cant stand him anymore...

He's been trying to bend those strings of his acoustic..
Trust me he could have done better with chicks..! ! .
This is our situation...
We need an upliftment now...
We need some musical rain..
Falling from above..

Great guitar gods out there...
I say, this is not at all fair...

U get to bend it, hammer it, pull off with perfection..
and we dont get even a tiny bit of attention...? ?

i mean we're noobies...agreed
but we are trying...
and i swear...
I am not lying..

Just what's the secret..?
I wanna know...
Learning may take time..
But i am miserably slow..

Great guitar gods out there..
Help us now alright...
Inject us with ur poison..
Shoot us with ur love gun..

Again, we are just noobies...
We dont dream for joe sat or malmstien..
We just wanna play some decent music..
So please help us before we fall sick...

All we are asking for is..
Just a little guitar dot com.

poem by Harihara Sudhahar Ramamoorthy
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Rock And Roll Band

1968, Van Morrison guitar & vocals
[false start]
We just sat there
[Rock & Roll Band]
We just sat there
never ever thinkin'
we'd get much older.
Layin' out on the beach
with our heads on each other's shoulder,
and we flagged the highway drivers down,
and get a ride to nowhere.
That means sit somewhere out of town,
we never ever had a care.
Wasn't that a time,
yeah, so wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
wasn't that a soul time.
And we stayed out all night long,
and never ever wanted to go home then.
Crossed the fields and streams,
in meadows we did roam then.
And we did not wanna question,
and never asked for why,
and we look back in sad remembrance
and we softly sigh.
And wasn't that a time,
yes, wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
yeah, wasn't that a soul time.
And we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock & Roll band.
And we danced, we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock & Roll band
with the three guitars
and the drums
and the saxophone.
And we just sat there on the beach
never ever thinkin' we'd get much older.
So far out of reach
with our heads on each other's shoulder.
Flagged the highway drivers down,
and we get a lift to nowhere,
somewhere out of town.
We never ever had a care.
Wasn't that a time,
yeah, wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
wasn't that a soul time,
when we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock and Roll band,
and we danced, we danced, we danced
to a Rock and Roll band
with the three guitars
and the drums
and the saxophone.
[at fade out, LOUD, click of tape recorder/player button pressed to stop]
(Transcribed by ear, so corrections are welcome)

song performed by by Van Morrison
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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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Let There Be Rock

In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didnt know about a rock n roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But tchaikovsky had the news
He said -
Let there be light, and there was light
Let there be sound, and there was sound
Let there be drums, and there was drums
Let there be guitar, and there was guitar
Let there be rock
And it came to pass
That rock n roll was born
All across the land every rockin band
Was blowing up a storm
The guitarman got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a super star
With a seven year itch
There were fifteen million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear the fingers picking
And this is what they had to say
Let there be light
Sound
Drums
Guitar
Let there be rock
One night in a club called 'the shaking hand
There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band
The music was good and the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd -
Let there be rock

song performed by by AC-DC
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Father Spoke in Code

Father spoke in code
Mother understood.
She would cry
once he went to bed.
I never understood the code.
My sister didn't either.
As we got older, we quit
asking Mother what he said.

A feral cat claimed our yard.
It would leap the fence
when anyone appeared.
Except, of course, Father.
When he came out to walk
around the garden after supper,
the cat would sit straight up,
then rub against his leg
and look at him as if it understood
what others never could.

My sister used to say
the two of us were proof
Father and Mother
got together twice.
I told her I wasn't so certain.
I looked a lot like Mr. Brompton,
the next-door neighbor.
He used to buy us sugar cones
from the ice cream truck.

My sister, by the way, didn't look
like anyone in the family either,
but that was 40 years ago
when I last saw her.
I went away to college
and she got married.
We were never close after that.
Not even Christmas cards.

Forty years is a long time.
Now, we plan to get together
for a weekend this summer
before one of us dies.
I suggested we wait
till one of us is terminal.
What's the rush, I said.
But my wife told her
I was only kidding,
that we'll be coming
and not to make a fuss.
Burgers and hot dogs
will do just fine.

I know what Sis and I
will talk about that weekend,
the two people we'll always
have in common, no matter
how many years and miles
may lie between us.
Father and Mother have been
dead for decades now
but they're still alive in us.
I talk in code, my wife says,
and my sister cries a lot,
now that her husband's dead.
The one thing I want to know
is if my sister knows
what happened to the cat.
It knew the code,
may have had some answers.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Thirty Two

I see, you see, well get a guitar,
Yeah, well get a guitar
And, oh, well get, well get three guitars,
No!, no!!, well get four guitars
And well get herbie lovelle to play drums,
And well do, the
Sha-la, sha...
Well do the sha-, sha-la bit.
Sha-la, sha-, sha-la, sha-la, well do it,
Well get together, uunghh, well get
Uunghh, ttcchh, uugnhh-uunghh-uunghh, like that,
And well do the sha-la bit and then,
Then, then, and well get, well get sixteen guitars,
And then, then well play it,
And then well do that one, yeah.
Let me hear ya do that again.
Over and over, bert berns song, over...
[clack, clack-clack, clack]

song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Boy With His Guitar

Putting his little fingers,
on the strings of his guitar,
a serene boy looked to the sky,
pointed his eyes to stars,
while the night growing in dreams,
he brought his art to extremes,
and notes began floating to the heavens,
the empty silence filled all,
with sweet rhythm of his thought,
and dew drops coming down like mists,
and musk of heavens,
soothing around,
he paused for a while,
and told me with a smile,
my mother is living with stars,
she loves my guitars,
when i play my guitar,
she makes tears of dew,
i see her in colors and hue.

poem by Rafique Farooqi
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If God Made You

Hey Kid Your time has come to change
Though I need you more than I've needed anyone in any way tonight
Hey Kid I know it won't be long
The Captain's callingcome to see you back where we belong
Something inside me is breaking
Something inside says there's somewhere better than this
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you he's in love with me
Hey KidDo wishes count at all
Can you give me a signgive me anything I won't tell a soul you told
Hey KidWill you hold me when I sleep
Will you find me when the tide decides that I got to leave
Something inside me is breaking
Something inside says there's somewhere better than this
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you he's in love with me
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in your eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you he's in love with me
Something inside me is breaking
Something inside says there's somewhere better than this my love
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in her eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you he's in love with me
Sunset sailing on April skies
Bloodshot fire clouds in your eyes
I can't say what I might believe
But if God made you he's in love with me

song performed by by Five For Fighting
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You Happy Puppet

[ music: robert buck/words: natalie merchant ]
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery?
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
Is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you cant leave?
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
Is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head?
A dullard strung on the wire.
When the masters gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless.
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string?
How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin?
A dullard strung on the wire.
When the masters gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless.
Tell me something, if the world is so insane,
Is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden head?
Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins
All wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way.

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Stars In His Eyes

Teen wearing cool shades while he waits,
waits at to learn electric guitar to be great.
Be a great guitar player with 'Stars in his Eyes'
his guitar glows on stage late at night.
Teen waiting at Marathon Guitar Center store,
learning guitar from Rich,
to be better than before.
I told teen as I went out the door.
'You are in inspiration to me, '
as we both held on to our guitars,
'You will one day be a great rock star'.
Teen smiled and then Rich added,
'He will give you tickets to the front row-
to his sold out 'Rock Guitar Show'.
Teen smiled to Rich's reply,
I knew this teen could reach for the skies,
and be the 'Guitar Player with Stars in his Eyes.'

Written Suzae Chevalier on January 28,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Rock & Roll Band

[false start]
We just sat there
[rock & roll band]
We just sat there
Never ever thinkin'
We'd get much older.
Layin' out on the beach
With our heads on each other's shoulder,
And we flagged the highway drivers down,
And get a ride to nowhere.
That means sit somewhere out of town,
We never ever had a care.
Wasn't that a time,
Yeah, so wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
Wasn't that a soul time.
And we stayed out all night long,
And never ever wanted to go home then.
Crossed the fields and streams,
In meadows we did roam then.
And we did not wanna question,
And never asked for why,
And we look back in sad remembrance
And we softly sigh.
And wasn't that a time,
Yes, wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
Yeah, wasn't that a soul time.
And we danced, we danced, we danced
To a rock & roll band.
And we danced, we danced, we danced, we danced
To a rock & roll band
With the three guitars
And the drums
And the saxophone.
And we just sat there on the beach
Never ever thinkin' we'd get much older.
So far out of reach
With our heads on each other's shoulder.
Flagged the highway drivers down,
And we get a lift to nowhere,
Somewhere out of town.
We never ever had a care.
Wasn't that a time,
Yeah, wasn't that a soul time.
Wasn't that a time,
Wasn't that a soul time,
When we danced, we danced, we danced
To a rock and roll band,
And we danced, we danced, we danced
To a rock and roll band
With the three guitars
And the drums
And the saxophone.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Skater Boy

He was a boy
She was a girl
Can i make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can i say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes

He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth

5 years from now
She sits at home
Feeding the baby she's all alone
She turns on tv
Guess who she sees
Skater boy rockin up MTV
She calls up her friends
They already know
And they've all got
Tickets to see his show
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down

He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?

He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?

Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see

song performed by by Avril Lavigne from Let Go
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1. Sisterly Love

the indian woman is
a tormented soul
weeping secret tears
ink that writes lines
of anguish all over
her countenance

her large, sharp and slit eyes
pour longingly into the
the jasmine she strings
everyday for hours
in india street

pure, white, dainty
a softness and scent
that two days from now
will be nothing more than
a dehydrated mess
a mere sore to the eyes

a transience fills the gap
between the flowers
a string of luxury that helps
her to keep a sister close
to her hands, her heart

first jasmine, a sister's
smile, second jasmine,
a sister's promises,
third jasmine, another
sister's smile, fourth
jasmine.....every gap she feels
a loss, a love her fingers will no
more grasp and a sister
her eyes will no more hold

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mum And Dad's Silly Sayings

If you keep looking that way your face will stay,
Said my mum when I pulled a face one day;
What made her say it, how could it be?
It seemed so very silly, would it happen to me?

I have eyes in the back of my head, was it true?
So my sister searched for them, but no can do,
Where would a second pair of eyes ever be?
No, we couldn't find them, wasn't that funny?

I think of another saying she said to us three,
When we asked for her to give us some money;
Do you think, that I'm rich, or money grows on the tree?
So why would she say that, we never ever did see.

There was another one, when we asked how they met,
Was told in the cabbage patch, but was she a bug or a pet?
And then dad said to our surprise, we met in when in the cot,
But when we asked them how, it seemed to put them in a spot.

So! Why do parents go on with such talk, it doesn't make sense,
Like if we wanted take away,, let's do window shopping it's no expense;
But looking and not buying never filled us at all, we still were hungry,
And when we asked again and said I'm hungry, she'd say hello hungry.

I glad I don't go on like my mother and my dad,
The silly and ridiculous sayings, sure made me mad;
How could they say them, when they were not real,
Mum's say we are stupid, and don't care how we feel.

poem by Margaret Haig
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My Lonely Guitar

At a corner my guitar waves her hand
inviting me to pick her up, to strum her
strings, to find out if all her chords
blend in harmony with my fingers.

It is waving her hand before my eyes
as in those birthdays, meetings, teaching,
and parties where her strings were made
busy to play melodies to people around.

Tonight she waves her hand again
calling me to play with her our common
game of songs which others can sing along.
But I just cannot play with my guitar today.

For whatever reason let this lonely night
find out; let me sleep and let sweet melody
sleep with me in my dreams and
let my guitar help me find the right chords
for my lonely song.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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