Long Record player Poems

Does my head in the guillotine promptly paint me guilty?
My last meal, a full plate of your golden excuses 
But any attention means so much to me 
We’re going in circles, 
But feel free to...

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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 that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful...

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[A cuppa with mademoiselle Fana Tesfagiorgis] 

I had just driven my ageless self into the Kaufmanns’ 1936–1939 
Frank Lloyd Wright-constructed Pennsylvania getaway:Falling Water Mansion– 
In a 1959 Harley Earl, Cadillac Eldorado Convertible, and in the...

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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 my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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I heard Run For The Roses by Dan Fogelberg on the radio the other day…instantly a memory awoke…and with it a feeling of humble joy that memory evoked.

It was years ago while still teaching (I...

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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
                       in our backyard to...

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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 a piece of crusty bread

on a Sunday afternoon
I'd go round...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and forgive me for saying
that I hated the music grandpa’s record player was playing. 
It was from the forties as if I should be rumba swaying.
So I ran to the...

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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 side

Your right arm reaching slightly for my back.

Thoughts of you...

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Then: 
The sun rises.
My world is small.
Everything has yet to happen.
One day, I'll go to school and learn important things - 
Like my brothers - 
I wish I was a year older.
I wonder, "who am...

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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 side

Your right arm reaching slightly for my back

Your  name...

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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 right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently...

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I often think okay I am not that old. I am a pretty cool grandma.. I grew up where mom was the lover, protector and most of all the boss.. I never would have thought...

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For every time you beat me
I smile
For every time you told me I'd be nothing
I smile
For every time you stood over and threatened me
I smile
For every plate you threw that turned the dinner table into...

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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 new season
of Winter, I see remarkable beauty.
I see snow-capped pines...

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…from as far back as I can remember I have made, “things”.  I remember before I began school, at my grandmother’s home in Detroit and working at her kitchen table, where we would spend...

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BOB Newhart

Remembrandts


Eye remember two of his stories eye will relate them first the way that eye 
remember them we had a recorded message (a vinyl record) player. 

Remembrandt one: He said this is a ROBOT...

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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 back and forth

over my uncle Paulie being late with the...

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In the early fifties...Elvis
was an unknown singer,
who struggled to be heard...
to be taken to stardom;
so he paid four dollars
for his first record
to cheer up this great nation...
'till its early inflation!

There was a certain provocation and...

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#3         UP IN THE ATTIC


Oh! my life is chaotic
And inside my home is immaculate
But up in the attic??

up in the attic

You may want to take off your...

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BOX OF CHOCOLATES 

My heart aches for those who vanish —
a variety like chocolates, melting
into vanquished existence.

First and farewell - those lucky
who have died, without having
their names besmirched —

the young and old, the hospitable
and the...

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In cut throat fashion the sadist kindly applies the garrotte

The guitar is a bit out of tune and needed some tension

Two love birds in soft tune and no further strings attached


Lights nearly out and the...

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Antiques and Curios

A collection of Antiques and curios,
Covered in dust on a cellar floor.
Things once made for a purpose,
No longer of use anymore.
 
Record Player with wind-up handle,
Once sung out the old Seventy-eights.
A music box...

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Smoke Vegas

Ladies and Gentlemen

Hit it again Sam

Tickle that Ivory Joanna

Black velvet tuxedo suit

Tanned Brown Chesterfield Leather Booths
Polished studs out

Crooner poised spitting on the end of a Stainless Microphone

Either hand holding a smoking cigarette
And tumbler of...

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