Long Victrola Poems

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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What better way to spend a rainy afternoon in May,
Than with Grandma in her attic where precious memories lay.
This was her treasure trove, cherished things dear to her heart,
About which she reminisced with us, delightful...

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We were given pictures to use to orint poems around.
Here are the notes that I wrote to myself regarding this.

God a glorious path to me would show. Should have a     ...

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Tear stained cheeks, she paces the room
wondering how to make him happy...
happily ever never....this man's as bad as the last
Moonless sky overcast,  she's peering through clouds so grey
praying tommorow is one of his good...

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My grandkids gather around my hearth and think it's so great,
To listen to tales of my youth that to them I love to relate.
They sit with mouths agape and with attentive ear,
As I tell them...

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I packed my plaid valise
For a journey from the past.
I didn’t know exactly
Just how long my trip would last.

On my feet were comfy saddles,
On my neck my favorite dickey.
I was thirsty so I bought myself
A...

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It's the locked door there
 at the very top of the stairs
 not quite the attic's humid air
 but the secret fourth floor door lead to nowhere.

Children teetered on the creaky steps
 fearing the lecture...

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There is an empty chair where you would sit
on the other side of my dining room table 
with the worn finish after fifteen years of use
It was beautiful when I bought it 
We would listen...

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Poem by:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  I Once Had A Home
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  April/2017


I once had a home;
a lovely peaceful abode,

quite tranquil - before 
the raging storms came -

It had Persian...

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They're treasures to me, so I don't mind.
My Aunt Ellie in tow, right behind.
I climb the ladder, lift wooden door.
There are piles of stuff strewn the floor.

She recites the story about Aunt Jean.
How she cursed...

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OLD TIME NEIGHBORHOOD  (1934)

Reborn a wrinkled old child
Inhaling the smell of budget
Walking those cracked    skated-on sidewalks
Old trees    with grainy    knothole eyes
    standing...

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You would have loved the song
 the easy flow and rhythm of the melody
soft music that rose to ride on the breeze
 as the snow fell soft then quick to the ground.

It was a nature...

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This melody of yesteryear sounded great.
We would hear it on a record at seventy-eight.
Anybody could play the song on a Victrola.
One listened to it on a juke box by Rock-Ola.
The subject of this song by...

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He had a big schnozzola
and sang with bold hat and smile.
Heard on the old Victrola,
one of his tricks to beguile.

It was fo, lo, dee, oh, do,
in old New Orleans city.
But that was ages ago.
Then, a...

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