Best Record Player Poems

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...

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The scent of your soul

a caramalized breeze of fruit odours

reverbrating softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade 

where we sat side by...

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The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your...

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A time I still remember- Christmas day
in 'fifty-three; I was age fourteen then,
and I recall those very special hours
at home, so cozy- warm with my...

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The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by...

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An orb of light flashes through the window 
and I see a new day arrive.
Reflections of yesteryears with Winters coming
and going before me. With each...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of...

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This Christmas started out just the same 
as all thee other one's I mean mom 
baking her famous fruit cake 
while my two aunt argue...

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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
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Words in e-ink
Suffocate dry throat;
Waiting to emerge

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Adopt that happy stance
Look cheery just for now;
Appease prompt bluff

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Books for the journey
To look and see and glimpse;
Suspect sheer...

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I can still remember
back when I was a kid
I had a friend called Millie
and we were made for each other
just like peanut butter and jelly
on...

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The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player...

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If you look at that picture
Far beyond the furthest points
You will notice the hills
Sitting in pairs, so still

There are footsteps all over the hills
Where both...

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    I said to Abigail Dolly, "will you have tea, dear heart?"
    Of course, she always said yes, oh...

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