Best Dolby Poems

I am a silent movie,
a corny melodrama
played in black and white
with an observable flicker.
A little tramp
accompanied by ragtime piano.

You are pure A-list 
Technicolor, 
Dolby digital
THX, IMAX laser, 
Oscar winner
3D blockbuster.

And yet you love
me.


Written 26 Apr 2020...

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Screen of Awareness

Look up!
 From tedium uncertainty - 
  Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
 And the veracity of a changing diorama.

Pause
Before the imagery in reflections
Of history’s emotionless mistress
Moments hidden...

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one short score and five ago
it wasn't so - that streams
flowed in airless wires

that Dolby heard symphonic
on hand phones was absurd

that art could be a part of everyone's day
meals smartly delivered - have it your way

cookies cooked on every chip
bits for sales cooked to look...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as the waves crash and the clouds boil. 

The dark horizon grows as the lightning lances. I feel the coming tomorrows,...

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Oh how I wish they would be patient with me,
I need to be upgraded can’t they see.

Maybe a new motherboard and processor is what I need,
since everyone is interested in core clock speed.

Possibly a high definition video card would do,
with 3D quality to improve the...

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It’s Sunday morning, my watch shows that it’s 33° and 5:58 am. Surprisingly, half of us are up and motile. My excuse is that I’m scheduled to volunteer at the hospital this morning. 
Leong just came up from the basement fitness center, she’s all sweaty....

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                              TWILIGHT’S OWN  

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Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.

Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and...

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Long years back writing just was a job,
To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob,
It then turned to hobby—
To numb noise my Dolby,
My life’s passion by now consigned FOB
Of an unpaid cabby,
A do-not-so hubby,
A horse in harness, show-off doorknob.
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FOB: Free on board as in shipments
Reflections...

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Yours truly snapped, popped,
and cracked his crown out cervix
(I'll spare ye the bloody graphics),
whence obstetrician able, eager, and
ready underscored with italics

to pass (think football) garden variety
wrinkled newborn asthma
noggin heralded lix
plus deux orbits ago
sported an ordinary

uneventful, nonetheless miraculous
biological secrete reproductive tricks
immediately screaming
without assistance courtesy
Gran Prix (now...

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Happy Lxiv birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem.

A gangly, measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as a lad
(way to skinny to appease wicked witch)
came out kicking...

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Yours truly an aging baby boomer
long haired pencil necked geek
trademark disheveled characteristics
whipsawed ever faster around sun.

He (best buddy and alter ego of mine) 
snapped, popped, and crackled 
firstly his crown out cervix
subsequently skinny arms and legs
(I'll spare ye the bloody graphics),
whence obstetrician able, eager, and
ready...

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January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem, 
where earth, wind, and fire doth usher 
hootie and the blowfish
on a green day
and a...

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When I was a young boy, we had rabbit ears,
got ABC, CBS and nothing more.
If we would wrap the antenna in tin foil,
we’d sometimes get NBC on channel four.

Then along came something they called UHF,
if you put that little round thing on your set.
Then you...

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