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I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
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Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
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She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,
She has counted six, and over,
Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried -
Oh, each a worthy lover!
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Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
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Pelican blues, jay walking on velvet souls
Somber and detach, mayhem
Pickering the night of pre dawn
The choir of your anger, screaming
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
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Once a great guitar contortionist
alluded to the Axis
He provided peculiar clues
to a mystery that still hadn't been solved
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Young and tender – like a green coconut with sweet juices
Soft skin – as soft as an infant
Red blushes face – as red as the ‘Red Sun’
Sweet voice – like a hungry Dolphin echo
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I work all day,
Said Simple John,
Myself a house to buy.
I work all day,
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A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
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It seems someone has cast a dark net
And the town has become a trout caught in that net;
It seems no morning has ever approached here, -
The town has sub-merged in an over-flowing darkness.
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This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.
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I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending,
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me-I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
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I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind.
Tennyson
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Genius is not a generous thing
In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover
And it resents fame
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Lips sumptuous you have in a way quiet,
Excites me to consume them with a kiss
To give my heart a sensational riot
Of penchant wild, draws me into its abyss.
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But your guitar,
You standing in a pose and posture
Making you an icon.
A guitarist,
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CROSSROAD
(MISSISSIPI,1938)
Play me some chords, my man, play me some chords!
Tell my friend, Willie Brown, / Lawd, I'm standin‘ at d' Crossroad, babe, /
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I taught myself to play the piano
And then I learned to strum a guitar
One two three one two three but no zero
The guitar has frets chords and those bars.
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As a gift I got a guitar.
So I started to learn to play,
Dreaming I'd be a movie star.
But this guitar had a weird way
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The other day I wrote a poem after being surprised to meet……
as I began my morning walk…a guitar stain in the street.
Well, it appears looking that a stain in the street is similar to looking at the clouds…
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Take you the guitar and sing you,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Rama-Rama, Krishna-Krishna,
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Six Different strings are strumming together
Shinning fretboard from the bulb in darker
Sweet melody is played by the player
Shadow of the dark has been gone forever
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In Bob Dylan
In Dylan
See I Blake,
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The guitar rattles making sounds
Sudden creation of music is alive
All the string dance to the guitar sound
Played endlessly - never shuts up
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Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
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