Long Rpm Poems

I have so many places/acts dear to my heart
I’m just dying to share some with you
Not to boast, I but honor them, all played a part,
I'm sure helped to bring me in your view!

Tell me...

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Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest

Just before logging off for the day,
and ready to boogie out of the joint
an email landed squarely in my inbox
cordially inviting me 
into the management...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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I go about my daily tasks that are necessary
to keep a household humming along smoothly
like the works of the antique clock on my dresser
over a century and a quarter old
The little teeth of the gears...

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11/22/20


In and out of this world
I'd buy her more than diamonds, pearls
And ice cream with swirls

Work hard to get it, no matter the likelihood
Girl, let's get one thing understood
For you, I really would, make sure...

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I pretend I'm alright
And put my best stance forward
Wear my brave face
Tryin to be smooth
Just tripped on my shoelace
What's a girl to do

Busted, razed, flat broke
My foot slipped off the pedal and into the spoke
Out...

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That Woody wanted to see me ASAP,
So we done met near downtown at the KFC.
He says he wants to tell me something FYI,
About some new TFB sorta cowboy guy.

“TFB?” I asks, “You talkin’ ‘bout an...

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She’s into sushi and sapiosexuals, 
Yogis with crystals, and vain intellectuals.
Just a flutter-by wisp with a thin portmanteau,
Who doesn’t believe what she’d rather not know.
Her porcelain features come straight off the shelf.
She plans for the...

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The music begins, then the singing
I close my eyes, and even my ears smile
inhale.. humongous exhale, arms raise to the heavens
then my hands pose, lingering in jazz dancer's style

My mind begins to fly
Or perhaps as...

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The steal strings are struck,
  pulling her body and soul taut then slack.
It's a loss of inhibition,
  that she feels might not come back.

The metallic sound moves her body electric.

She spins round,
without touching...

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I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
        youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
        leaning tower of...

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4/27/16


Fluctuations and changes in weather
Forever and ever
Together
Through whatever whenever wherever
For the better
Throughout any endeavors
And adventures
While above and below birds of the same and different feathers
Remember
I would never treat you lesser
Anytime anywhere whether it is or...

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i’m vinyl baby,
easy to scratch,
easy to gouge, 
prone to warping.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single and labelled,
still got track marks.

dot dot dot
from the seventies!

you know there’s
my black side,
my dark side.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single...

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When I sit alone with my memories

My mind drifts back to the early 60s

When folk music was all the rage

The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary

The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio

The Canadiana...

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...He swims
in two Centuries
His cold War
of water
An Aeonor, a "one-in-a-thousander"
Survives
- BabyBoomer -
Slowmotioning poisemass
Ballet-imposing-intrepid
like a colossal Pet!

Above & below
Fouled
by plastic Jellyfish, sets 'n nets, 
Toxoids & the toxicrowdy polluted 
"Men-O'-War"
on His Time.

The 5,200 RPM Priapus Phallus,...

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A land-line is off its hook,
the dreamless are phoning me.
The line is dead and useless,
my dreams are often troubled by useless things.

Like when I found a kitten in the woods
and it died while I drove...

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When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary
The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio
The Canadiana...

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When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary
The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio
The Canadiana...

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sitting on the steps
of the Winthrop Baptist Church
observing the trickle
of treasure seekers
poring over the detritus
of trinkets gadgets
broken tools
unfinished projects
games used toys
assembled into a motley melange
best discarded or given away
a boy appears
and sorts through a pile
of...

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When moonlight does fade
and morning is at its best,
basking in the sunlight
that peeps above the crest.
When rainbows flirt with meadow
then aimlessly drifts away,
sprinkling silver droplets
to dampen newly mowed hay.
When rolling clouds descend
then linger within the...

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Who Am I?

Sulking shoulders hold up an inscrutable face
haunted outsider with diffident fathers
preaching platitudes simply for their sweet sound
That lingers over the clacking forks at the dinner table.
The wardrobe changes nothing 
As drab sneakers collect...

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Thirty-three R.P.M. records,
Fashionable thirty-three years ago,
I had thirty-three crate-fulls,
I was proud to show...

Some are collector's items,
Or so I'd like to think,
But most are merely music,
Most would now say stink

Thirty-three reasons I've kept them,
Thirty-three long old...

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5/10/15


Ever since way back when
Jumping out of bed
The skies overhead colored red
I continue to tread
Even when my legs feel like lead

Before and after ten
Gotta get the bread
And keep family fed
Until I'm dead

You heard what I...

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