My Guitar

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My Guitar

Sweet melody, is the music of my soul,  the songs I am stringing,  as my guitar gently steeps, the sounds of soothing jazz I pluck, to treat! Softly I strum the music of the good old days, the Etta Jamesy sways and the majestic  lady SANG the blues, like the ole time days! My strokes,  they float to you, the songs of love and feelings true! The echoes in the melody of my guitar, reminds you to SING your song and makes your day, remembering the blues!

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

naynay7’s Poems (34)

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Agony 0
IF 0
My Joy! 0
ON AN ANGELS WINGS 0
I AM 0
Je t' adore! 0
Sensual Kiss 0
Damn! 0
Tortured Soul 0
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One Last Time 0
POETRY 1
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My Hunger 0
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ONE LAST BOW 1
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My Guitar 0
ChristmasTime 1
THANKSGIVING 0
FAITH 0
GOODBYE 1
FRIENDS 0
New Jersey Rap 2
Erotical Heat 0
HEAVEN 0
EROTICISM 1
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VOICES 2
GOD 1
HIM 0
How Raw Is My Soul? 1