Best Disc Jockey Poems
A TRIBUTE TO PRINCE FROM PONTIAC, MICHIGAN
Driving a new Colorado Storm into the City with the radio disc jockey playing a song of Prince.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining.
I feeling good irregardless.
Of course, he will be missed.
It seems like life is leaving today with a mental preference.
Is it better to believe in immortality?
His [Prince...] body was found in a peaceful state.
It seems to be best and in a better place.
Walking into my place of business with a solemn face.
My mind is preoccupied with thoughts of life itself.
It seems like so many known travel a foreseen path.
Transgression is life expectancy destine.
A lifetime is never aged when you live life to its fullest and enjoy every day.
Even when sadness embrace, as all of us know, our life still will span the globe.
Existence is eternal to our souls.
Prince was a sparkle that true essence shown.
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Written April 24, 2016!
The sounds of the pipes and drums skirled still in my ears. I knew it was the kind of music that brought him to his knees in tears. "Sandwich?" "Sausage Roll?" Oh here we go again, that nosey little woman who lives at number ten.
Swishing by in her twin set and pearls, butter wouldn't melt but I can smell the mixture of sweat and talcum powder. White dust covering the floor of my bathroom a memory I have from many years before.
"Where was he when it happened?" "I didn't know he was ill". Well they know now don't they, my head still in a whirl. Funerals are such a strange occasion where we are all nice to those we've never kept in touch with for years, ok, so maybe that has been my fault, I do keep myself to myself a lot.
I liked him you know, he was that man with the highly polished shoes, back straight, shirt and tie and fond of wearing blues. Mysterious at times he was, he struck me as being deep. Fought in wars he did, well, so I do believe. Not many here for him and him a war hero too. Far too many new people in the street, he was known by very few.
That’s them, drinks out now, forget about the tea. The War Hero’s son is on a spending spree. Whisky, gin and vodka, the bowling club members are here, glasses are chinking and they’ve already had their beer. “He had a good turnout” “He’s at peace now and free” but all I keep thinking is what about me.
What’s this life all about? Ok sometimes it’s sad but then again when I am out with my pals it can be happy a little bit mad. “Swing yer tights” was our catch phrase when dancing on the disco floor. Screaming at the disc jockey to play that Abba song just one time more. Black, it’s black everywhere, is that what it’s going to be, all I can think right now is what about me.
What about me? Who will turn up at the crematorium door? What next for me, you know this funeral tea brings it all out in me. Makes me think, even if I have to put up with Mrs Tanner's stink. I've got it! Yes! Yes! A brilliant idea!
It is, it is. I am going to leave instructions loud and clear. My headstone - it should read:
Been there
Done it
Got the headstone
For I’ve been here before.
The staccato stammering of bass guitars
punctuated the flash of strobe lights.
Limitless vistas of black and gray;
smothering the crowd in ghoulish poses.
Framed, as if frozen, in a glow of acid white.
Some stagger, their movements mimicking,
the rigors of death or birth?
Others jerk puppet like
upon invisible, randomly clipped, strings.
And, as the music grinds to a halt,
driven by the apocalyptic pace of the Disc Jockey,
and the hard scratching sound of synthesizers;
the charmed, trance dancers disperse;
swallowed whole by the shadows.
*St. Vitus's dance was a social phenomenon
that occurred primarily in mainland Europe
between the 14th and 18th centuries;
it involved groups of people, sometimes thousands at a time,
who danced uncontrollably and bizarrely.
Men, women, and children would dance
through the streets of towns or cities,
sometimes foaming at the mouth
until they collapsed from fatigue....and the beat goes on....
Sixty years ago, Autumn was the season,
Seven minutes was all it took that dark night
Like a freshman, a little short of reason,
I had no clue what the future held in sight.
Maybe I would teach, or maybe I might not.
I could be a banker, wear a pinstripe suit.
Or maybe drill for oil, show 'em what I've got.
I could go to sea,now that would be a hoot.
October 4th, fifty seven, quiet night,
Radio played Elvis, dorm rooms hard to sleep.
Disc jockey spoke loudly, almost in fright,
He said "Listen to Sputnik...'beep beep beep beep' "
The first satellite was passing North to South
Seven minutes it was above us.."beep beep"
I counted each beep and every second with an open mouth
I came alive - I had my own dream to keep.
I became an engineer and it seemed that so soon
I entered the space race and a world of awe.
We spied in the cold war - put men on the moon,
And marveled for fifty years at all I saw.
I'm thankful for seven minutes long ago,
And for Russians who made the Sputnik go beep.
Elvis gets a mention for it was his show
That started all the memories that I keep.
2/13/2017
For contest "The day that changed my life....."
Hip-hop hooray !!!
GOD is the dj!!!!
what else can I say..he spins the needle of the record of my soul,
every other record gets old and cold...but this record, his record, is as fly as Gold.
I am on the life request line....o this song is mighty fine!! On the phone......Oh Mister
DJ keep playing my song!! Everybody else keeps gettin it wrong....disco club heaven
is bangin.....sho nuff where I belong!!!
Night after night.....getting tipsy off of virgin drinks.....I'm eyeing you LORD....praying
you give me just one wrink!! Yes, meet me on the dance floor...... so you can pour,
your love on me some more!!! You don't play heart hockey.....that's why you are the
flyest disc jockey!!! I am thankful that you introduced me to your music!! Can't get
enough of this stuff! Can't stop moving to the rhythm..... sent evia email from the slain
lamb.....this is my jam.....I ain't never goin to stop listening to this holy program!!
You do your job so well...the vibrations of this track breaks every spell...it enulled our
appointment in hell!! No more captivity...cause I'm singing along with the son of
liberty.....loving his diversity.....delivered from all captivity!! I'm free......cause you put
it on me!!! This world is full of hocus pocus......but you have all my focus!!! All
theses other so-called jocks, can kick rocks!! My mind you fix....with an daily dish of
salvation remix!!! Can I join your band? Cause I'm your number one fan!! It's
destiny....i got your lyrics/autograph tatooed within!! I'm over-va here like ruth....on
the threshing floor...kneeling down at the dj's booth!!! Most high I exalt thee....I vow
to carry on this soul-ish legacy!! I got the key and it's your cd!!! I pop it in the radio
of eternity. It's playing from coast to coast..I offer up a toast.....as I boast...about
your name...... this album right here is on flame!!!! So,I say...hey hey, Mister Dj
Wonderful mints, delicious cookies, my roses simply dazzle your eyes on wedding sheet cakes,
Yes, I am a baker, a mighty mighty baker, and I get up early to delight customers I make.
Bright entertainment, exciting melodies, lyrics that please and delight,
I am a disc jockey that plays music for the nightclub crowd, sometimes all night.
Whistle, thistle, butterflies and buffoons, I am the one who sleeps like good slobs.
No work for me as my elderly parents are idiots and still have their jobs.
I think what chumps they are, as they get up early, and go to work,
Buying into a system that makes me poke fun and smirk.
No job for me,
No job today.
I am a forty-year-old with issues,
And I like to play.
Gemini seeks a new job daily
In summer she might be a disc jockey or a landscaper
In winter possibly a substitute teacher or a nurse.
Fall is for growing pumpkins, so she becomes a grower.
Spring is for releasing dogs from pens, so you will find her
at the animal shelter.
If you cannot amuse her,
confuse her or bamboozle her,
you will not keep her long.
Gemini seeks a new job daily.
There was no better disc jockey than J. J. Wilson.
In the Big Apple, he was considered number one.
Over the radio waves, his listeners called him the best.
His agent gets him a new job out west.
What radio station starts broadcasting at the midnight hour
with only five thousand watts of power?
Here was J. J. in an odd place so dark and cold.
His surroundings were a small building with equipment quite old.
His agent named Sid had Emily for a wife.
A short time before, Emily took her own life.
Any involvement in her death J. J. would deny.
Out fishing with another friend was the disc jockey’s alibi.
The broadcasting was planned with no deviation.
Mr. Wilson had to play certain records at the station.
The sounds were the callings of the evil masters by name.
They congregated to sacrifice their victim in a crucible’s flame.
J. J. saw some framed images on the wall.
What he noticed was something that would appall.
The pictures were disc jockeys who worked at the station.
Each one was employed for only one night’s duration.
J. J. Wilson soon joined this deceased group of elite.
Satan took Mr. Wilson’s soul as he went down to defeat.
Based on the Night Gallery episode “The Flip Side of Satan”.
My resolutions have been so great, so terrific, and terribly nice.
I have liked them down to my toes, the first was to be a cop of vice.
I wanted a fire truck, and clang the bell, and drive myself to the Y
Where I would swim sixteen miles a day, and end up incredibly fly.
The cops would not take me as I was one month and six days too old.
So I applied to be a Disc Jockey, so brassy, and cute and bold.
They had advertised for an enthusiastic, talker, and a go-getter,
This resolution now off my list, because I could not get a sitter.
I resolved to see my best friends once a week for coffee and a snack.
But out of the six I called and texted, only one called back.
She said, my resolution is to stay home and eat healthy this year.
A veggie meal which I had to invite myself to was my greatest fear.
I would stop spending excessive money, stay away from the mall.
I disposed of this resolution as my only hobby is shopping after all
As my friend, I must let you know, in case it is not decidedly clear
This year's resolutions are the exact same ones I had last year.
I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!
It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!
I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!
" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey,
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "
His fans amounted to a plethora.
He appeared on television in Philadelphia.
Happy the Clown made watching the tube fun.
Many children considered him number one.
Some clown makeup was worn by a disc jockey.
It made him garner immense popularity.
His program aired in the morning five days a week.
Channel six was what I used to seek.
With his marching sticks and his buddy Mr. Mike,
he became someone a generation of kids would like.
Happy is but a memory of a previous day.
As so many others have, he has gone away.
I am Eisenhower builds the
Interstate highway.
I am polio vaccine that
Saves the day.
I am the energy of civil
Rights.
I am the first transcontinental
Flight.
I am the Rosenbergs guilty they
Get the death sentence.
I am Elvis rocking,
You can feel his presence.
I am a disc-jockey who terms
The word rock n roll.
I am NASA created, can we get
A drum roll.
I am the baby-boom era at
It's peak.
I am Rosa Parks not giving up
Her seat.
I am the first episode of leave
It to beaver.
I am the TV remote control
Receiver.
I am the first passenger jet
Airline.
I am Winston Churchill when
He resigns.
I am Barbie and the hula
Hoop.
I am DNA discovered the
Double-helix loop.
I am the first credit card
And solar-cell.
I am super-glue and the
Birth-control pill.
I am the new rhythm
And blues.
I am Elvis in Blue suede
Shoes.
I am a fender electric
Guitar on scene.
I am Chuck Berry and
Maybellene.
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What a catchy tune she said.
Lying because she thought it was nice.
He went nuts with this compliment.
Told everyone what she had said.
His relatives called to thank her.
She felt guilty because it was not a good tune at all.
He went up and down the street playing the tune.
He broadcast it with a loudspeaker out his car window.
Her grandma called and asked what to do because he wanted a comment.
Tell him it is great, she lied to her grandma.
So her grandma did.
His relatives also called her to thank her.
She felt smug and happy about it.
He went to the next six counties, playing the tune.
A disc jockey invited him to speak on the radio and play his tune.
He spoke and he was funny; people liked him.
The tune was not great, but he was hilarious.
Other radio stations called him to come speak and share his tune.
His tune went to number one in the county,
then the state, and finally the nation.
All of the people were happy for him, because they liked him.
Most had lied about the tune.
It was not catchy at all.
Leon Byner has left the building
After 23 years of people bargaining
He was the people’s voice to be heard
And on most things he was undeterred
I remember him spinning discs in the 60s and 70s
As a radio disc jockey so cool you see
Before shifting to talkback radio at 5AA
Where he would take on the issues for SA
So like everyone he has reached his
final show
And today 1/12/22 it was his time to go
There will be people now taking a sigh
As South Australians we wish him well and goodbye.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I see demons
I see ghosts
Staring at me from the bedposts
Gargoyles of grotesquery
Statues of misanthropy
The Prince of darkness has come for me
There's evil in this room
I can smell the sulfur in his perfume
A fiendish foray into Axe body spray
Wedded with used ashtray
Trade name The Devil's Bouquet
Why me why me ?
why today?
Because poets die tragically?
Remember Shelley drowned at sea
Where's your humanity?
In the voice of a late night disc jockey
A silky deadpan delivery
"I lost it the day the world began.
You may have heard not my game plan.
God made Adam and Eve
I made beggars and thieves.
See Milton Book Ten
Are you not well read?
The blood immediately drained from my head.
Beg pardon what was that you said?
I'll have you know I'm quite literate
I have a ing doctorate!