Best Transistor Poems

I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together...

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Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie...

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People watching, on a park bench under a ripe sun, 
I sat, seemingly wasting time. My heart smiled the second hour when I saw John,
my...

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Fields of stars blanket warm summer skies
Songs of crickets and cicadas overwhelm the senses
In reply, fireflies dot the lawn
Full of dandelions and buttercups waiting for...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer...

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HOT AND SUNNY 
SUMMER, 
SWEATS RUNNING 
DOWN .
SITTING AND 
STUUDYING IN 
SCHOOL ,
WE GOT A GIFT .
A GIFT OF 
EDUCATION , A GIFT 
OF MANNERS,
A...

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It was like a whisper- 
My wife delivered the sad news- 
"Your grandfather was dead."- 
And so he was- 
Her eyes was awfully sad- 
Touched...

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Lost in Youth

Rainbows in the clouds, walking on  railroad tracks , locomotives up close 
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in...

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He was coming.
He was coming fast.
He was coming to pay us a visit.
A brooding, lethal monster 30 miles out.
He was coming straight at us
and nothing...

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Minimalism grape
Hyper secret neon ring shot
Transistor star life...

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was sitting in a crowd but felt so all alone
No communication, everyone staring at their phone
I just wanted to return to the life that I...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in...

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It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that 
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t 
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping 
for...

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My past sits on a shelf, in pictures, books and letters
Occasionally I take it down, to make the present better
Those youthful days back at home,...

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