Disc Jockey Poems | Examples

The Devil's Bouquet

I see demons 
I see ghosts 
Staring at me from the bedposts 
Gargoyles of grotesquery 
Statues of misanthropy 
The Prince of darkness has come for me

There's evil in this room 
I can smell the sulfur in his perfume 
A fiendish foray into Axe body spray 
Wedded with used ashtray 
Trade name The Devil's Bouquet 

Why me why me ?
why today?
Because poets die tragically?
Remember Shelley drowned at sea
Where's your humanity?

In the voice of a late night disc jockey 
A silky deadpan delivery
"I lost it the day the world began.
You may have heard not my game plan.
God made Adam and Eve
I made beggars and thieves.
See Milton Book Ten
Are you not well read?

The blood immediately drained from my head.
Beg pardon what was that you said?
I'll have you know I'm quite literate 
I have a ing doctorate!

Everything Is Peachy Keen

Peachy Keen was thrown into the ether by a young disc jockey
His name was Jim Hawthorne, and it was nineteen forty-eight
Hailing from Pasadena, California, he was loved by the teenage crowd
Always making up words, like Hogan, intriguing and delighting them

one of the few slangs that has to be taken in by tone of voice
It either means something is really excellent, and you love it
or it means it is not good, and you despise it,
so when you hear it, listen for either playful admiring tone or sarcasm

1950 To 1959

I am Eisenhower builds the 
Interstate highway. 
   I am polio vaccine that 
Saves the day. 

   I am the energy of civil 
Rights. 
   I am the first transcontinental 
Flight. 

   I am the Rosenbergs guilty they 
Get the death sentence. 
   I am Elvis rocking, 
You can feel his presence. 

   I am a disc-jockey who terms 
The word rock n roll. 
   I am NASA created, can we get 
A drum roll. 

   I am the baby-boom era at  
It's peak. 
   I am Rosa Parks not giving up 
Her seat. 

  I am the first episode of leave 
It to beaver. 
   I am the TV remote control 
Receiver. 

   I am the first passenger jet 
Airline. 
   I am Winston Churchill when 
He resigns. 

   I am Barbie and the hula 
Hoop. 
   I am DNA discovered the 
Double-helix loop. 

   I am the first credit card 
And solar-cell. 
   I am super-glue and the 
Birth-control pill. 

   I am the new rhythm 
And blues. 
   I am Elvis in Blue suede 
Shoes. 

   I am a fender electric 
Guitar on scene. 
   I am Chuck Berry and 
Maybellene. 

   Turbo1904

Leon Byner Has Left the Building

Leon Byner has left the building 
After 23 years of people bargaining
He was the people’s voice to be heard
And on most things he was undeterred 

I remember him spinning discs in the 60s and 70s
As a radio disc jockey so cool you see
Before shifting to talkback radio at 5AA
Where he would take on the issues for SA

So like everyone he has reached his 
final show
And today 1/12/22 it was his time to go
There will be people now taking a sigh
As South Australians we wish him well and goodbye.

© Paul Warren Poetry

I Like Shiny Glitzy Fun-Loving People

I’ve moved thirty-seven times, been employed in four hundred jobs.
People love to hire me; I am enthusiastic, fun-loving, and high-energy.
I do well on job interviews. I am also tenacious and persistent.
They think it’s hilarious that I stalk them; I cannot let my interviews go.

Been a truck driver, waitress, word processor, disc jockey, stockbroker,
teacher, cashier, writer, poet, cartoonist, painter, and I liked them all
Fifteen hundred social media friends, and I probably know half of them.
I like shiny glitzy, fun-loving people. I am a Gemini.

Catchy Tune She Lied

What a catchy tune she said.
Lying because she thought it was nice.
He went nuts with this compliment.
Told everyone what she had said.
His relatives called to thank her.
She felt guilty because it was not a good tune at all.

He went up and down the street playing the tune.
He broadcast it with a loudspeaker out his car window.
Her grandma called and asked what to do because he wanted a comment.
Tell him it is great, she lied to her grandma.
So her grandma did.
His relatives also called her to thank her.
She felt smug and happy about it.

He went to the next six counties, playing the tune.
A disc jockey invited him to speak on the radio and play his tune.
He spoke and he was funny; people liked him.
The tune was not great, but he was hilarious.
Other radio stations called him to come speak and share his tune.
His tune went to number one in the county,
then the state, and finally the nation.
All of the people were happy for him, because they liked him.
Most had lied about the tune.
It was not catchy at all.

My New Years Resolutions Have Been So Great

My resolutions have been so great, so terrific, and terribly nice.
I have liked them down to my toes, the first was to be a cop of vice.
I wanted a fire truck, and clang the bell, and drive myself to the Y
Where I would swim sixteen miles a day, and end up incredibly fly.

The cops would not take me as I was one month and six days too old.
So I applied to be a Disc Jockey, so brassy, and cute and bold.
They had advertised for an enthusiastic, talker, and a go-getter, 
This resolution now off my list, because I could not get a sitter.

I resolved to see my best friends once a week for coffee and a snack.
But out of the six I called and texted, only one called back.
She said, my resolution is to stay home and eat healthy this year.
A veggie meal which I had to invite myself to was my greatest fear.

I would stop spending excessive money, stay away from the mall.
I disposed of this resolution as my only hobby is shopping after all
As my friend, I must let you know, in case it is not decidedly clear 
This year's resolutions are the exact same ones I had last year.

Gemini Seeks a New Job Daily

Gemini seeks a new job daily

In summer she might be a disc jockey or a landscaper
In winter possibly a substitute teacher or a nurse.
Fall is for growing pumpkins, so she becomes a grower.
Spring is for releasing dogs from pens, so you will find her 
at the animal shelter.

If you cannot amuse her, 
confuse her or bamboozle her,
you will not keep her long.

Gemini seeks a new job daily.

I Am

Wonderful mints, delicious cookies, my roses simply dazzle your eyes on wedding sheet cakes,
Yes, I am a baker, a mighty mighty baker, and I get up early to delight customers I make.
 
Bright entertainment, exciting melodies, lyrics that please and delight,
I am a disc jockey that plays music for the nightclub crowd, sometimes all night.
 
Whistle, thistle, butterflies and buffoons, I am the one who sleeps like good slobs.
No work for me as my elderly parents are idiots and still have their jobs.
I think what chumps they are, as they get up early, and go to work,
Buying into a system that makes me poke fun and smirk.
 
No job for me,
No job today.
I am a forty-year-old with issues,
And I like to play.

Things That Go Beep

Sixty years ago, Autumn was the season,
Seven minutes was all it took that dark night
Like a freshman, a little short of reason,
I had no clue what the future held in sight.

Maybe I would teach, or maybe I might not.
I could be a banker, wear a pinstripe suit.
Or maybe drill for oil, show 'em what I've got.
I could go to sea,now that would be a hoot.

October 4th, fifty seven, quiet night,
Radio played Elvis, dorm rooms hard to sleep.
Disc jockey spoke loudly, almost in fright,
He said "Listen to Sputnik...'beep beep beep beep' "

The first satellite was passing North to South
Seven minutes it was above us.."beep beep"
I counted each beep and every second with an open mouth
I came alive - I had my own dream to keep.

I became an engineer and it seemed that so soon
I entered the space race and  a world of awe.
We spied in the cold war - put men on the moon,
And marveled for fifty years at all I saw.

I'm thankful for seven minutes long ago,
And for Russians who made the Sputnik go beep.
Elvis gets a mention for it was his show
That started all the memories that I keep.

2/13/2017
For contest "The day that changed my life....."

A Tribute To Prince From Pontiac, Michigan

A TRIBUTE TO PRINCE FROM PONTIAC, MICHIGAN
Driving a new Colorado Storm into the City with the radio disc jockey playing a song of Prince.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining.
I feeling good irregardless.  
Of course, he will be missed.

It seems like life is leaving today with a mental preference.
Is it better to believe in immortality?
His [Prince...] body was found in a peaceful state.
It seems to be best and in a better place.

Walking into my place of business with a solemn face.
My mind is preoccupied with thoughts of life itself.
It seems like so many known travel a foreseen path.
Transgression is life expectancy destine.

A lifetime is never aged when you live life to its fullest and enjoy every day.
Even when sadness embrace, as all of us know, our life still will span the globe.
Existence is eternal to our souls.
Prince was a sparkle that true essence shown.
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Written April 24, 2016!

Happy the Clown

His fans amounted to a plethora.
He appeared on television in Philadelphia.
Happy the Clown made watching the tube fun.
Many children considered him number one.
Some clown makeup was worn by a disc jockey.
It made him garner immense popularity.
His program aired in the morning five days a week.
Channel six was what I used to seek.
With his marching sticks and his buddy Mr. Mike,
he became someone a generation of kids would like.
Happy is but a memory of a previous day.
As so many others have, he has gone away.

The Grooviest Greeting

I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!


It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!   


I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,  
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!


" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey, 
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "

St. Vitus Dance

The staccato stammering of bass guitars
punctuated the flash of strobe lights.
Limitless vistas of black and gray;
smothering the crowd in ghoulish poses.
Framed, as if frozen, in a glow of acid white.
Some stagger, their movements mimicking,
the rigors of death or birth?
Others jerk puppet like
upon invisible, randomly clipped, strings.
And, as the music grinds to a halt,
driven by the apocalyptic pace of the Disc Jockey,
and the hard scratching sound of synthesizers;
the charmed, trance dancers disperse;
swallowed whole by the shadows.

*St. Vitus's dance was a social phenomenon
that occurred primarily in mainland Europe 
between the 14th and 18th centuries; 
it involved groups of people, sometimes thousands at a time,
who danced uncontrollably and bizarrely. 
Men, women, and children would dance 
through the streets of towns or cities, 
sometimes foaming at the mouth 
until they collapsed from fatigue....and the beat goes on....

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