Location: marengo, il, United States

Monday, March 28, 2005

Haiku for Guitar

Sharp pain nuisances
Tells me; fumbling, flats to fret
Sing secrets, you strings!


Blogger Gone Away said...

At last Blogger lets me in to comment! While I was waiting, I made a little haiku for you Harry:

There's a blog I know,
A Blogger site, you might guess.
Can I comment? No.

Of course, I know full well that when I've finished this comment, Blogger will dump it and I'll have forgotten to make a copy...

Very nice, Harry. The musician's agony in a nutshell.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

hey, make me laugh, why doncha?

8:36 PM  
Blogger Keeefer said...

Try air guitar, its less painful until someone sees you

11:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha ha!

6:29 AM  
Blogger Jodie said...

Keeef, did you know there's an air guitar competition?

Harry, is the guitar a new instrument for you, or have you been playing awhile? I've been considering drum lessons, myself. Although that would probably make the neighbors crazy. Ok, that would probably make the neighbors craziER.

9:21 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

LOL @ Keeef

Jodie, the guitarist in El Paso inspired me back in 1958. Oh, and see a recent post called Nothing in Moderation. No one "got" the title, btw. :p

9:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'The Traveler and The Stranger'

There once was a weary traveler
who could only do good deeds.
She could look at a passing stranger
and instantly know their needs.

Always ready and able
to spread some joy and cheer,
or to sit down at your table
and make your troubles clear.

One day the traveler, weary,
had wandered from the road,
and felt herself get teary,
and at once felt the weight of her load.

Stumbling around in her blindness,
she came to a dead end,
then felt the hand of kindness,
from a stranger who called her "friend".

The stranger knew she was weary
and offered her peacefull rest,
and when she could see more clearly,
she made just one request:

"I am a heavenly worker
sent by Him to do the same,
your reward for your kindness and mercy
can be great wealth and fame.

I have the ear of God
now waiting to know who to bless.
For restoring me to my road,
He will grant your happiness.

There is only one single way,
to recieve this wealth and fame.
For this reward to be bestowed
I need only to hear your name."

The stranger listened quietly
to all the traveler said,
and gave his response to the traveler,
before he bowed his head:

"I, too, am a simple servant,
and could use the wealth and fame,
but I'll go to my grave a servant,
before I tell you my name."

It took but one brief moment
for the traveler to understand.
Instead of pressing the answer,
she merely extended her hand...

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Who is the Stranger??)

4:00 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

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It has all guitar related stuff.


11:25 PM  

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