Long Walkman Poems

Doesn't matter what my name is. Certain types of men do certain types of things. Like join a terrorist group coz they believe they're right. I've been inside with them.     ...

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Memories in boxes 
By lady Arabella
 
As I sit here and go through all the boxes  I’ve made 
Each one holds a memory which time cannot fade
From old school reports that showed all I...

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The old man turned his head, his ear pointing towards the door. Through the mundane sounds of everyday life he heard a faint song. It wasn’t clear, barley noticeable but the music was there playing...

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Back in my day shell suits were the latest fashion 
And I made sure I wore my diamond socks with a passion 
The only sky I knew was the one up above my head 
No...

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Washing my face at night - I drown in sorrow.
Patting a towel on my skin. Pressing firm.
Laughing causes wrinkles. Everyone knows that.
Yet humor is one of the best defense mechanisms.
My heart skips around like a...

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If you were to find an old 
calendar, strap it to a hospital 
bed,
tie it down by its weak ends, 
and then sea section the belly 
of it's pages, you'd find the 
winding roads of...

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‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’

Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike

Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or Attention Deficit Disorder

But...

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One And Thousand


There once more it rises;
Rise with each beat.
Once more it has arose a storm,
A storm so strong can't describe.
Shaping wishes one after another, just
Like the beats that are created,
Each with its own pain,...

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is the tendency of the  reddish sunshine 
to become drenched some more 

let us hear 
what the milky-way seamed by pins 
says 

and it’s you 
how much can you be able to read 
the...

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Things have changed worldwide today, but not the joy
Of spring. The sounds I heard when yet a child
Of cataracts tumbling with joy, the air rinsed of alloy
And magic in all things pastoral, all things wild

My...

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look at me
water shoes on
beach chair buried in the sand
feeling like an overtly energetic six year old again
acting all shy as she grabs my hand as the water freezes our feet unexpectedly

remembering the loneliness
cable off
vhs...

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She walked in beauty Spare and Sprite
While all around her stopped and stared
As if in awe at such a Sight
But on she moved, oblivious She,
To those that Stared but could not see,
That now at last...

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i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover

once upon a time i was a lonely soul yearning for any...

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Your Boot

I sleep in the back of your car while you drive 
around the block to the shop.
Doze off as you park up for the night 
and go to your bed—
mine is in your car...

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That record player my older sister tried to hide,
with Foreigner, The Bangles and Madonna intensified. 
Me only ten, yet in love with the sexy New Kids,
remember Z. Cavaricci pants and oversized Lids?
My journaling started; I...

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Tonight I sleep in solitude, every thought is filled with you;
       And yet you would not believe the magnitude of the desire I have for you..
Tonight as I think...

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The bakelite disc revolved at seventy-eight
To end up in shards shattered, an inevitable fate
Heavy and brittle and full of opera
Was replaced with a vinyl at thirty-three
With covers a delight to see
Light and supple full of...

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snowstorm related
she drowned trying to glide across the lake
violets are thrown in the center
her favorite perfume still lingers in the air

i remember her transistor radio
i remember her potable 8 track player
i remember her walkman
i remember...

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two cookie shakes on sunday
is all i can afford
an old 1988 walkman blasting oldies in my ear
is my la-z-boy recliner
offensive and stinking....halitosis while thinking
is the norm of my current existence
yet i know one day i...

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Barbie, Atari, He-man 
Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan
Indiana Jones, and landline phones
The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people 
Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial 
Rainbow Brite, Jem, and Rose Petal 
Welcome to the Jungle, Cheers! Metal...

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percussion hailstorm
my ears no longer bored
daydreaming about oceans

mixing memories
during power outage thoughts
an escapade my uber sunshine

nodding my head with eyes closed
to some rare 90s hip hop
candy sunglasses tastes like cinnamon

watching lightning threaten me
as i sit...

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/ /  A Mishmash Of The 70s  / /
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Elvis dies 
Watergate begins
Patty Hearst is kidnapped 
Ziggy Stardust sings again
Saigon falls
disco lives
punk rock
London bridge
Jones Town massacre, a tainted lie
along with Three Mile Island's plight
Mark...

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