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Hendrix Experience

Guitar strings pinched tightly
quiver as a songbird warble.
Soothing sweetness changes to
throbbing pulse virbration on stage.
Groupies inhale the excitement as
the stratocaster cries to the crowd.

They scream and weave their bodies
dancing on air. His fender takes its final
gasps as it plummets to the floor.
The poet burns like a candle consumed on
alcohol and drugs. Jimi Hendrix's left hand
caressed strings leaving a legacy unclaimed,
while youthful gyrations coax "Purple Haze".
If you could ride the wind, breath the fire,
and drink the earth as a storm in rememberance. 

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Prompt: If you could ride the wind, breath the fire, and drink the earth

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  • Life Is A Game
    August 1, 2008

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    interesting

    There was an interesting twist on the quote here. Not exactly what I was looking for but I liked it. Thanks for the write and keep it up!


  • penman gold member
    July 26, 2008
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    excellent

    What a great take on the prompt. It truly capture his essence. Best of luck in the contest.


  • Room without doors gold member
    July 21, 2008

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    Outstanding

    A great take on the prompt. I am a huge Hendrix fan- I have got all of his albumns. You go from strength to strength. This poem is a great reflection on Jimmy's ability to shine on stage and his raw talent and energy. Best of luck in the contest- I think this poem could do well.


  • Sandygram
    July 21, 2008
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    Forgot the applauses. This deserves more then three.

  • Sandygram
    July 21, 2008

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    Wonderful Poetry!!!!!!!!!!!

    Well my friend, you have captured what he was all about. I remember those times so well. This was a pleasure to read this morning. What a fantastic ending to your pooem. Great imagery. I love it!....

    If you could ride the wind, breath the fire,
    and drink the earth as a storm in rememberance.

    EWell best of luck in the contest with this wonderful poem.

    Bless You,
    Sandy


  • individuality gold member
    July 20, 2008

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    a good piece of poetry, ah hendrix - a true master of his craft, shame he burnt out way too quickly due to all of the excesses that took hold on him when he was not playing, mind you saying that, he was often off his head whilst playing.

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