Long Turntable Poems

The sun is burning the passion out of me
And water is springing up all over me 
It’s dripping, dripping, dripping
It is coming through my pores
And they are asking me for more
Purified and sanctified water, I...

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Weary weapons wearing writhing works wonderfully wreathed wigs...... Oh wow how magnificent the yellow radiance of a piece of straw. Leaning bending learning. Admire nit a wisdom curl if a pitch of ball. Throw away...

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#Here WE are, There WE were...

I AM Your Seed. 

Today, I won't UNRAVEL the Damaged Weeds...
There's An ABUNDANCE Of New Ones That Multiplies At OUR Feet....
STEADFAST. 
"THEY'LL OUTLAST US."

Where A ROSE And A BEE
Once JOINED,...

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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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You can have it all, if you don't need nothing 
Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving 
It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth 
Not like those turntable...

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A Father Clock chimes from a wall in the dining room, refreshing the idle couple that waited.
It was not as if they were reminded of some pressing appointment or some devoted chores that was delegated.
The...

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A transparent parrot makes a very big noise when seed arrives to visit. Mr and Mrs seed have fifteen children, eleven thousand grandchildren and one great grandchild. It is interesting to note bar levels for...

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GRAVIDAS EARTH

the turntable in a whorl, my thumbprint
distinct on 45’s and 78’s and the cover
near the door, spewed upon - i forgive
you my roommate-sister, it’s only cardboard.
afterall, how’d we know, the future would auction
our records,...

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We Will Party Like Theres No Tomorrow

Weekend is here, there’s
Excitement in the air,

Well-wishers all about,
Illuminating lights of colors bright, 
Literary elite ready for the night, riding in
Luxury limousines both black and white!

Premium Members, novice Poets...

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The Fairground
 
I remember the fairground when I was a child, there
was the candy Fairy Floss machines, and you could 
See them spinning the spider webs of sugar which 
Made up the sweet delight, that...

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She tired of putting her heart on the table

When its a rerun like her heart is connected with cable

Her, Him, baby she rather add no timetable

Women want love now can't wait till the middle of...

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The year was ‘72; Morrison had died,
yet I felt little sorrow, for when he was in his prime,
I was a pre-teen junkie for bubble-gum rock
like the songs of Herman and his Hermits, Grass Roots, Bread
and...

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To Do Or Not To Do?
                        by Odin Roark

To do or not...

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Be it on a old 8-track tape,
a 33 and a third.
Spinning on a turntable of a phonogragh.

You can't take away from me the day I heard him SANG to me.....
"Cupid, draw back your bow", 
sending...

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Deflected, crushed by the social retardation, 
Not loved, ‘cos he’s altogether unaccepting, 
Active learning the robot’s mouth action, 
So he can't contextualise, there’s no blessing.

Neither me nor him meet and we sweep by, 
There’s no...

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A portrait of a perfect house with flaken gold .
An image by a renaissance man
talant without a family.
The inevitable imagination creates a story
yet it could never picture a home, merely a tale.
The shiny roof that...

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I hear the sharp raindrops 
tap the budding green leaves
like the ticks from my wristwatch.
Through the childlike window
I see gigantic maple pillars 
and a forest of wet grass.
The ghostly smoke from my pipe rises 
towards...

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On the turntable I spin these songs
Memories of my life
From Floyd to Zepplin
My scars run deep
As I watch that black circle spin
The labels all different
All unique lessons in life
Expectations lost along the way
As the tunes...

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Bod Dylan was a great songwriter and thinker, 
many have called him the man of freedom; 
he played well and sang anti-war songs
while soldiers were sent to the jungles in Vietnam...
every song became their anthem,...

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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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-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-


I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?

Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.

Saunter...

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She comes from Rodeo drive she's a babe bent on the starve 
 skipping school with a slip that serves her the right to leave 
 a park bench cradles her bony butt  
...

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Excuse me while I do the Cha-Cha-Cha
    All by my lonesome. I wouldn't mind if 
  The whole human race watches, or points 
   At me laughing because my...

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I saw the tree they call Mary,
and stopped my walk to tarry.

Known as a shrine for the people,
to worship without a steeple.

I kneeled and started to pray,
finding it was a special day.

For the lady appeared...

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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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