So many ladies
Cover the walls and floor
Finely tuned to a precise ear
Played with expertise for sure
Hour glass figure
Like a seductive womanly lass
Attracting talented hands
To be caressed with loving class
Tenderly played
Lifting you aloft
Brings a relaxed atmosphere
A comfort pleasingly soft
Music so sweetly heard
Superlative Heavenly sound
To sooth the savage beast
Sure to cure any frown
Pick up the rhythm
To a lively rocking beat
Feel a certain kick in your soul
Sudden movement in your feet
A room full of these ladies
Almost makes me weak in the knees
Such beauty to behold
Even the dismal to appease
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Author:
Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm attempting to learn to play the guitar. This poem was inspired by my visit to a music store to buy a guitar stand and a beginner's book. I was mesmerized by the gorgeous guitars in the room.
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Comments4
Well, it can't about KP, this! lol.
The poem attempts to convey the beauty and power of music, the objectification of women detracts from any positive message it may have.
Good words AP, learning to play any instrument is the start of a wonderful eternity.
Andy
Thanks Andy, for me it can be very overwhelming with all the different cords and keys. But I'm going to give it my utmost determination to learn it. I already bought a Yamaha guitar to motivate me. And I've seen how some people name their guitars. Mine? What else, The Rose of Sharon. 🌹
May you and Rose of Sharon produce some beautiful music AP.
Andy
😉🌹
thank you! dear Poet
such a tender, poem
(I too tried learning guitar, once
I have my own curvaceous, blue
and back treasure, somewhere
abandoned, but never forgotten)
Have you thought about picking it up and giving it another go? I've decided to take it slower this time and one step at a time. The music is calling me and I can't resist. 🎸
I think about it, every time I here a song
with an irresistibly plucked or strummed spine
or one of those memorable riffs
that has you playing air guitar at the train station...
lol
i tried it all, from piano to flute to drums to trumpet
in another lifetime, I'll play my heart out
in this one, I fear scribbling is enough artistry for me
(famous last words)
lol
Understood, but I'm sure you'll continue to hear it calling you. 😉
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