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Lying Steel Guitar
By lupus tenebrae
Play me off on steel guitar
coolness
in a centigrade,
sly and sleek as a lying tongue
Stood
at the edge of Eden,
wanting one last jamboree,
play me off
on steel guitar.
Fahrenheit descending
in a glass of crisp
nostalgia,
coolness in a centigrade.
Fiddle bows are slick
and sheen
when fraying through their love songs,
sly and sleek
as a lying tongue.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Tuesday, August 28, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Written a month or so back, I must have been feeling somewhat nostalgic again.Comments on "Lying Steel Guitar"
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A former member wrote:
Your writing is on very mature level...you have an old school way about your style but it is always fresh & relevant. I like the nostalgic pieces. Read with much pleasure, as always.
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On Wednesday, August 29, 2012, DarkAsh
(45)
wrote:
I like this one, mind you I'm a sucker for anything musical and well written...
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On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Last stanza was my fav, "while my guitar gently weeps (unk)". Cheers, no frets!
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On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, HeadpatSlut
(259) wrote:
the Guitar is the sword of the modern Skald
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