Long Gramophone Poems

"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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Dad lying on the bed; when he saw me, his eyes glinted.
                     He tried to...

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a poem regarding evil-company

thus do learn to tolerate the blow of wings
of the most inflammable flesh 

after the successful sacrifice of the student-hostel 
jumping into the peacock-foams 
how dangerously is changing the total travel-route of...

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9.
like the light 
like the dark 

yet it is full of the sound of steps 
again it wakes up on the forest-road  

taking leave from the yellow construction 
all the sound of the bamboo-flute...

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There is a state of mind known as woebegone
In which one feels like an addict on methadone
The more one tries to feel upbeat
The more one suffers mental defeat
And the mind plays on like a gramophone.
8
The...

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Here’s a little bit of news that might not be of interest to you but I’ll tell you anyway…
Bryan, our eldest son, turns 45 today.

Here’s another little bit of news to share as we travel...

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My desert I-land is a great place to be.
Would you care to peruse this brochure?
But even with the Bible and Shakespeare,
my eight favourite gramophone records,
and a limitless supply of needles,
not everything is kosher.
If you're feeling...

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like a hinge of an old door
rusty and lacking of midnight oil
I am left speechless
unable to decipher the writing on the wall

it wails accuses belittles 
mocks groans teases and admonishes
from cracks unable to hold its...

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The man under the bed tried to scream yesterday.
He couldn't close his eyes to serenity,speaking loudly.
-Only this phrase i can read from my shadow's book.Do you hear me??
Suddenly the door opened and a giant with...

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Sauntering into the pub from out of the fog
the varnished wood paneling on the walls
reflecting the amber light from the Edison bulbs
in their Art Deco fixtures hanging overhead
the air scented with a mixture of lemon...

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Verses in italics by Jesse Whitehead
Verses in normal font by Timothy Hicks



birds in tuxedos
marching through snow
stifled laughter
 
a pair of short legs
behind the coats
 
patient as molasses
a surprise in waiting
tiny curled toes
 
it slipped through...

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~ if life were a happy song - I'd sing it yesterday ~
                      ...

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MY DANCE WITH SHEILA

With firm resolveI I strode across the hall
To where the girls were standing in a row
My focus: Sheila, object of heart’s call
In fervent hope that I might be her beau

The scene was...

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this winter
brought over the city
a fine and cold rain

thunder through the quarrel corners
hatred seeds on the fronts
the uninvited’s apple chopped
by the chatterbox tongue
thread for the treasures’seekers

the dragon has killed the cranes and the mandarine ducks
are...

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Gadgets here, buttons there
Computers everywhere
It’s such a silly shame
When anything goes wrong
They’re always to blame

Why should I be bothered
To learn these worthless tools
When I can use my mind
And seldom be a fool

When it comes to...

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She can hear Elvis Presley in her earphones,
A gramophone is playing on the table
There's a Chelsea poster on the wall,
And the forgotten black phone rings.

He wore flared trousers and grew a mustache
His cassette player sings:...

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It will be alright 
It was peace in the valley a deep harmony of those who fled 
to the countryside to avoid the foul air of humanity this lair  
called community had fouled its...

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Alright then

It was peace in the valley, a deep harmony of those
who had fled the air of a town´s inequity?
Then there was an avalanche of thoughts which caused confusion 
when it settled, a gramophone voice...

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Summertime

When I was young, and it was summer
we went to the beach with a bulky gramophone
a stack of vinyl records and a bag of beer.
 We drank and sang the modern tunes of the day
of...

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Mist glides above the pristine waters,
Divine clouds rest gently upon the peaks, 
Of fair and turquoise Walensee.

Night falls and moon-glow illumes,
The everblooming and serene hills,
Of clear and lofty Walenstadt.

Hidden within the lush green flora,
Leaning against...

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How Times Have Changed

How times have changed, as I remember
As a boy I would be fascinated for hours
Playing records on the old wind up gramophone
And twiddling the knobs of my Grandfather's
Radio receiver, with it's large...

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Truth, be told 
On an old fashion gramophone, they played sweet 
music in a small cove made for two, the young man 
smiled this sleek woman was to become his bride.
A big seal came on...

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What's the big deal with garage sales
Buying another man's junk
Just because the price is dirt cheap
People wind up in a funk

They blindly go from house to house
Looking for that special treasure
A wobbly beat up old...

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I stand still
feet rooted to ground
that lays comfortably
under blanket of leaves...

Long strides take past thou
the row of pine trees;
Thick trunks swallowing thou
slowly out of my sight....

The sun starting to sink
along with heart inside;
Thy feet grazing...

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Day-glo dewy
chuck berry faded daffodils

woodlark fluid warble
emerald chorus

& abash earth
drowsy petrichor 
on 
parched earth

fall mist lyrics 
of 
glyphs thrum 

in sepia tones 
of 
whimpers
& heart hums 
of 
lengthy 
boyhood 
&
haunting echoes
shattered bell's 
agonizing chimes

In shadowy 
kaleidoscope

dystopian...

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