Best Phonograph Poems

lost in the twilight hours
             the twilight years
longing for the past

a closet door...

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Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary...

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A Renga for Poetry Soup:


Meander

Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by

Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds

Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick...

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Forty three years of marriage and still you make my heart beat strong 
I never wanted to be anything else but your wife and loving...

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The small antique shop beckons to me as if calling my name
I hurry to enter with great anticipation
The chime above the door provides an eerie...

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~In A Day Like Today~
 (Sonnet)

 For winter,kind of cool here,yes,it was
 Very nice today,completed quite some,a bit
 Then just relaxed,reflected 'long,did sit 
 After...

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When the first humans walked the earth,
They all huddled in droves,
Hooted and cried to warn of dangers,
Lurking in the mangrove,

Loud voices and echoes, conveyed a...

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The Tender Weight of Her Sighs
by Michael R. Burch

The tender weight of her sighs
lies heavily upon my heart;
apart from her, full of doubt,
without her presence...

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the yuletide came
in the voice of crooners
Please Come Home-
I’ll Be Home-
Santa Claus, Santa Claus-
which placed me directly
in front of a speaker
the RCA Victor phonograph
with the...

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If, for instance.......you might imagine it all...
Do try,... if you can.......

Pretending, perhaps, that it was long ago....
And let's say,...that you were on the brink of...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic,...

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love sits
in that frozen phonograph of life
a broken record
playing the same bit of song
over and over and over
not knowing when to stop
not knowing when to...

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"Symposium"



where do you go 
when you try to 
dream your place

in my life 

gone now 
from your 
quicksand shores

once I rolled over 
placed my mouth...

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“We live on a placid island of fear 
in the midst of black seas of infinity
and it was not meant that we should 
voyage far”








"Intrepid...

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