Best Recorders Poems

God is great,
     God is good;
     Let us thank Him for being here;
     And remember, just remember it's Him whom died for us;
     Remember, oh, remember He embodied Jesus...

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Then I knew what lay over the distant horizon
For the sun dared me to follow it to the other side
Where light took shape in a proud day’s kaizen,
Morning accompanied yesterday’s journey inside
The frolic of the night where dragons had come to hide.

I awakened to the...

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I have never been to a point in my life;
Where I've been so all alone;
No one,
to love me;
No one who cared;

I have never been to a  place in my life;
Where I've been so all alone;
NO one,
to love me;
No one to share. . .

so alone
alone...

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Electromagnetic spectrum, forgive us of our transgressive Trojans, 
as we forgive those for sending viruses, malware and spam to us.  
The configuration of inert wisdom begins with a point and click, 
the encrypted biological commands are configured to obey.  

Will the 30th century...

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times ‘r changin’ rearrangin’
     everything here to mars
stars, bars ‘n cars rollin’ 
     trains, planes ‘n internet games 
farmin ‘n cyber space
     races ‘n places r
leaving no traces of who or
  ...

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Space Hoppers, Power Cuts, Texan Bars & Playschool,
Record Players, Tiny Tears, Ford Capri’s (I thought were cool),
Bag Puss, Mrs Thatch, Wonder Woman, Rainbow,
George, Zippy, Rod & Jane, Bungle - have I got them all?
 
Dial A Disc & Rotary phones, Vinyl Records, Space Dust,
John Travolta,...

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Whispers as the trees gently swayed,
Each leaf having their own story to tell,
Millions of voices quietly Jabbering,
Incomprehensible to human ears
They prattled to each other,
Sometimes as people walked by,
They would rustle their leaves,
As to draw attention, 
Seemingly very interested,
People often got scared, 
Looking all around as...

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At three a.m. the annoying telephone rings
“Hurricane Kate will soon be making landfall;
Drive to Panama City, start collecting your things” 
Microphones and tape recorders, I pack them all

Just one week till the end of hurricane season
“Thanksgiving’s coming,” I grouse as I hit the road
Scrub pines...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our life’s sojourn in the shadowing times
we spend here on this parcel of what is
An example of planetary creation;

And we Poet-Griots...

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Into the tunnel we went
In search of danger, black deeds and terrifying mystery
Armed as the Romans for this ghastly adventure
With EMF*, night vision and digital recorders
Prepared to capture in these haunting sepulchers
Disembodied voices, and hair raising caresses.

Dust
Crumbling rock, spider webs
“Aaaaamyyy,” her voice whispered to me
Batteries...

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Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum,
Forgive us our transgressive Trojans,
As we forgive those who send us viruses, malware, and spam.
The configuration of wisdom starts with a simple click,
Encrypted commands obey at the flick of a switch.

Will the 30th century be fully automated,
With digital newspapers and magazines synced to...

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Rewind
By Julia Shaw

At seventy-two my life has been so very fine,
That I'd like to push a button and just rewind.
I'd go back to my wedding day so exciting
And marry again the man I found so inviting.
He's been all things to me in every way,
And I'm...

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A 'Good Old Days Market' sign seen
With arrows that point to the scene;
     There hidden by wall
     Of stone, very tall,
I ventured and found behind screen,

Some tables with items arranged...
Such irony...somewhat deranged!
     There...

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Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;

My life is in such a mess;
Somehow now, I don’t feel it;
Could you come here a while;
Will you be my guide..
Can you...

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I love my mom 
with unabashed cliche,
                    when we hug, when we 
             ...

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