Best Record(A) Poems

Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful moods in mahogany frames
     melancholy painters with undiscovered names
     rearrange reveries in...

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Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed this ballad as a tribute to his newborn second daughter...

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After we're gone.....
do we turn out the light -----
or will we hear our names whispered upon the wind?

After we're gone.....
does the midnite moon still stir the soul,
or the seasons still invite us to never be alone;

Do the birds still sing in the trees.....
Do harmonies of...

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SUNDAY
by Sandi Hoot

Sunday
A DAY TO REFLECT
all excited newness to be planted with our creators love
like a sponge absorbing energy from above
reflections of light twinkles in eyes
with roots connected in our humanly ties
A DAY TO CONNECT
cooking outdoors on the grill
kites in the air oh what a...

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Reflecting on the broken past,
All I see is smoke and flames.
The million bridges I left burning,
This house of matches that I made.
An obvious flaw in the design,
The blueprints were drawn to fail.
Sketched with a ink,
A shade called failure.
On a boat named "Going Nowhere" with no...

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Not long ago, some tragic soul, a young man, 
Accidentally fell into the well (an 18-foot drop) 
In the Delhi zoo,
Where a white tiger was resting cozily
In the warm September sun.
The stunned young man,
A poor Androcles,
A gladiator without a sword,
Pitted against the six-foot wild animal,
Held...

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After dark, the prosaic comes alive
morphed by a klieg lit stage—
at once, both peaceful and kinetic.

A neon world of predator and prey,
through my viewfinder
garish greens and vivid reds
play with the afterglow of twilight sky.

I try to capture saccharin sweetness
and the promise of forbidden fruit.
I thrill...

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I was travelling. I still am, but 
once upon a time I was on my way through 
a particular place. It was north of Wantage 
that I stopped and stepped out 
of my car to survey a white 
				canyon.

They'd been cutting through the chalk, 
the...

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I look for a pen to record a line,
but the pen I find is an inferior design.
Not the pen I wish to use,
to write a line for you to muse,'
or send a love you may refuse....

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Ollie Hynd MBE is a first class swimmer, 
And has neuromuscular myopathy et all, 
He broke his brother Sam’s WR skimmer, 
Which was set in Beijing 2008, his gaul.

Ollie debuted in 2011 at the IPC Euros,
Where he won the 200m individual medley,
Setting a new European...

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My real name is Leah;
Yesterday my name was writing lyrics,
Today my name is record a CD,
Tomorrow my name will be best singer ever,
In my dreams my name is Kelly Clarkson....

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The ideal time to record a citing is when you see it,
Because it seems that everything out there in God's                         ...

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The rest of the world sleep at night
The dead too, unless there are errands to run.
& this is why dreamland is a clumsy place to be.
But the best time to hibernate the tongue
& let the nose do the snoring is early morning
When the length and...

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A lantern to spill the flaming way
Unmeshed milestones, flooded today
You always record, a thousand things to say
And now, as your wall-paper, their curling away

I’ve left this lantern
An encore to a siren, droning, beneath a factory of glass
To the frowning, reading, repeating what they say
While not...

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When I feel lonely,
And I miss you,
I listen to you sing,
To help carry me through.
I close my eyes,
And pretend you're here,
I listen to you sing,
Everywhere.
Then I open my eyes,
Because the song is done,
So I close them again,
And begin a new one.
Your voice carries me away,
From...

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