Long Transistors Poems

I tried to beat the clock as I run forward…
I tried to dry my tears and be less awkward
I still have a tiny bit of pride in me fortunately
I will survive society's labels of predictable...

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lest ye seek alms
with outfaced palms
just imagine
how the lantern shone  
against the knees of Archelaus, 
and lit up the check-board pattern 
of the eleemosynary trousers

Fatigued civilian attires reasonable rhyme
challenging readers to dare themselves
question yours...

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Electricity harnessed inside,
reproduced thin dimensions,
does a computer chip comprise.

Analog, digital and mixed signal devices,
are the classifications these can reach,
thousands, millions of transistors within minimal sizes.

The chips and integrated circuits find home,
with conductive wiring spun,
on circuit...

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“I am in a desert place in my life
I had this dream the other night:

Comfort came to me in two forms
Dark and Light
Remembrance and Anticipation

There was a sweet taste,
Not on my tongue but in my...

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I

when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes, lines and circles
that painted the shore
and the longer I walked
on...

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For a man....

A calendar marks fifty years
since an audacious mission,
a rare moment of global unity,
a leap forward.  

But there is no leap, no grand
accomplishment without small steps.
Before female computers
slide rule math was machined 
into...

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We have gone from tube radios to transistors to microchips in such a short span,
We have gone from good morals to sleaze with no restrictions and no imposed bans.
The word NO has no strength like...

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All is written by the same hand;
Our God is the same God,
Who is everything, 
Who is nothing.
Jesus and Buddha sought the same thing;
All major religions are the same
But different cultural aspects 
Make descriptions that are...

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Those days are gone, set
afloat upon waves of air-
that in which we dreamed, for we
were dreamers...adrift in the water
that took us to wherever
the currents flowed-
into weedy patches-
weedy and twining like our minds,
like ivy vines on...

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I saw your light deep in the valley of my mind
Against the backdrop of fecund canopy stillness
With Dragon trees and other pines of Dagon
Shivering wet from the Spring
Yielding to June
Band warming Day,
as if the rush...

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Those were the days my friend, how blessed we were
Although, in past quandam days, knew it not.
Home to us was warm and dry, sound and safe.

Not called on to fight, we had years to play,
Free...

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And so it came to pass
as I raised a bourbon glass
and tossed a bolt of fire down my throat;
the ash from cigarettes
glowed as dying suffragettes,
chained to wrists of every weeping, wailing ghost.

A thirst I could...

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All The Ghosts 

Families hushing 
Around crackling transistors, 
Like the sound of rushing 
And muffled whispers,
And all the ghosts enter 
Through a heart-shaped door
Where a nervous presenter 
Is announcing war. 

Post cards and kit bags
Are...

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The decade that left a mark in the history of universe vast
Resounding cries surround of the world war and the cold war gross
Men shipped across waters and women work to save their precious
Hiroshima and Nagasaki...

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OLD AND NEW 2 : BOARDROOM 


Jackal preyed on dimpled dolls
smiling gold on slender wrist
nosing down a slippery path
scowling schoolboy promoted
beyond his mediocre castle


Mammals sat on polished teak
coiffed moustaches, tonged peaks
feeding unclipped grapevines 
old words...

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Loyalty symbols to one’s ancestors,
Who never saw yesterday’s asbestos, 
Heard not of China’s radio transistors,
Let alone U.S Trousers Investors…

What one puts on and with every passage
Releases an historical message:
Their patrons Advertizing Passers-by, 
In robes they...

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Vacuum tubes made a radio too big.
The huge size was something I didn't dig.
That created a problem that was easy to see.
I could not carry a radio around with me.
Besides, the tubes burned out too...

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Deep within the machine that I write on
is a poem waiting to hatch. So I will
write on each evening, even at dawn, 
in the early light. I will write on till
the day I can get...

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