Best Record Poems

What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged knock out, with a ballerina's step..     
In huge Cape Cod two story where dreams took form.

My mom hummed a tune as she ironed my best shirt..
Fumbled...

Continue reading...

I'll be honest, 
I gave into anger,
I gave him what he desired,
But I played the roll of the looking glass,
Only to realize, he was blind.

Oh and if I could be a recording instead, 
I would not want to be his record player,
His words cast wounds that might break me, 
for breaking beautiful things is what...

Continue reading...

Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears

Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.

Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief, consuming time and stealing
the 217 kisses, the 32 chocolate milkshakes shared
in his old Porsche,
the 3 ice creams in December and...

Continue reading...

Fossil on the floor…
On his BMX he’d roar
Free style dinosaur...

Continue reading...

For the Record
We are Guilty of Loving 
We are Guilty of Believing 
We are Guilty of Trusting 
We are Guilty of Hope
We are Guilty of Dreaming
 
For the Record 
You are Guilty
You are Guilty
You are Guilty
You are Guilty
You are Guilty 
 
For the Record
My Baby still Cries at Night
 
For the Record
You Will Not ...

Continue reading...

Scars on her wrists

They never to seem to fade

This will be how it is the rest of her days

A broken record, 

Still trying to force its self to play

What kind of life is this

A smile on her face

But secrets hidden deep

If they knew their opinions would change

"She's crazy"

"She's a freak"

"Pathetic"

"Stupid"

All of those things they'd say

They'd...

Continue reading...

April sixteenth is known as “The Record Store Day”,

The old “seven inch” vinyl type of music way!

Drop by those old Record shops and take a quick look!

Memories of old stomping grounds of a cool nook,

Join the groovy “nostalgia seventies” sway!...

Continue reading...

Forecasters are predicting the mildest winter yet
Won't hear ME complaining, on that you can bet
Much milder for sure
More snow which is poor
But after eighty long years, I surely won't fret


© Jack Ellison 2015...

Continue reading...

Graphite
Highlight.

Small mat
Found that.

Multi
Holey.

Life verse
Diverse.

Now found
Impound....

Continue reading...

It's Record Store Day,
A nostalgic past visit,
Browse, look or purchase.

**support the local shops in your area on April 16th
for Record store day so they can still be around!...

Continue reading...

It is a record nature keeps                                                 ...

Continue reading...

My father was exceedingly
intelligent and well versed
and worldly wise

Despite and inspite of his
humble working class beginnings
and lack of formal education

He used to say education and
common sense are completely
different

Smart people are often said or
are refered to as being well read

But my father was not a great
reader he drew or the source
of his knowledge

Was reading newspapers and
watching...

Continue reading...

A record of how it is
May suggest how it will be
A record of how it was
Shape how you’ll perceive

In this world of information
In this recorded time of day
You can review the situation
And receive a little say

I’d rather not know how it would end
Even if history repeats itself once more
I’d rather create something new
Then bow to...

Continue reading...

The bar-tailed godwit
caught birddom by surprise
When word got out
just how far this bird flies

A juvenile Limosa lapponica,
satellite tag 2-3-4-6-8-4
flew nonstop from Alaska
to the Tasmanian shore!
13,560 kilometers nonstop,
eleven days and nights
A new world record for
marathon bird flights

"From Alaska to Tasmania?
The devil, you say!"
cried ravens and crows,
"Every bird knows,
claiming to fly 8400 miles
To the Tasmanian isles—
is the...

Continue reading...

You’re like a long playing record
You go on and on and on
Why don’t you give it a rest
You’re playing the same old song



Let me tell you something
I know you’re never change
You're like a long playing record
Your put me an early grave



Do I have to listen to this
Every single day
You sure know how to give it...

Continue reading...