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An old record plays again

Trump’s stuck-up pin playing adrift,
Here’s fig leaf of his haughty brief:
‘On verge of nuclear war
How two neighbours next door
Were stopped, thanks to my trade tariff’.
Not his policy pick,
Rather personal pique
That might drive two friends off the cliff.    
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Happenings | 45.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Trump feels that if lies are repeated umpteen times they turn into truths. Keeping this in mind he throws in statistics to support his grand policy postures. India has rebuffed him often on Indo-Pak matters, short of calling him a liar. But he goes on like a stuck-up Gramophone record.

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On The Record

All that I am I gave away
For just to come and see
The ever-dying summer day
With sunlight through your tree
You’ve gone, but on the record
Your voice remains with me
It takes about split second
To change the time, to be
Back in the endless days
To see again your smile
You’re talking through November haze
I answer from July..

Rock Bottom

You know you've hit rock bottom for sure
when you find your track
in a used record store
under a stack at the very back
of the ten pee CD rack
(does anyone buy them anymore?)
and you know you've hit the all-time low
it's a sure bet
when you don't see your song
in any list at all
on the worldwide internet
rock bottom don't get lower than that
from up to down at the drop of a hat
better to be a has-been a player in the game
than a never-was because
they may have been the best of times
and tho' memories will last
I won't spend the rest of my days
living in the past

Setting the Record Straight

      What killed the Cat was not ‘Curiosity’

         ~ ‘Twas the ferocity of the Rat

Track Record

Promises now fade,
Deeds of past speak volumes loud,
Future's shape is known.

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Scratched Record

Deep
It's almost a hollow pain when my thoughts meet
I feel it every time I think about everything 
Like the world is sitting on my back
The universe just keeps stacking new problems  and adding new hurdles to my already burdened path
I don't know how much longer I want to go on
Like the world is a record that just spins, but mine has so many scratches it just keeps replaying the same old song
I'm so tired of being tired of trying to deal with it and sing along
Trying to remove scratches with sandpaper patches
But it just makes this record of living more tragic 
just keeps going and going and going until 
The vinyl is worn down, and the words eventually are hard to make out
But it just keeps saying the same damn thing 
I'm sure I'm overwhelmed by it, by now
I've been taking advice, and I'm working on changing the song
I even wrote new lyrics to try and replace the old ones
It's been challenging, to say the least
The fact that my world still weighs so heavily on me
I wonder if I'm actually getting better a little at the very least
Or if pure delusion is just blinding me
Skip
Repeat

Record Collections

In a closet, stuffed in bags,
My records gather dust.
The player’s gone and speakers, too,
But keeping them’s a must.

My friend is giving hers away,
But on the other side,
My sister got my cousin’s batch,
Passed to her when he died.

I hear that vinyl’s coming back,
Yet those of us of age,
Remember our collections,
Adding groups we saw on stage.*

It was a thrill to hear a song
And buy a new LP,
Which way back then was how
We gained accessibility.

A needle on a record,
Careful, so it wouldn’t scratch,
Did provide a magic feeling that
No other modes can match.

*Often on The Ed Sullivan Show

Setting the Record Straight

    Every single Arab death in Gaza   
      is attributable to HAMAS

    Aided and abetted by Iran 
      Russia, and Mahmoud Abbas

    First Hamas butchers, rapes, and kidnaps
       thousands of Jews and others

    Then its ‘brave warriors’ use as human shields
      their so-called ‘Palestinian brothers’

    When Israel dares fight back 
       ‘Ceasefire now!’ Hamas whines

    Demanding Israel release Palestinian murderers
       while it (Hamas) keeps its hostages under tight confines

    Today's 'potd' blames Israel for the genocide
       that HAMAS perpetrates on both Israeli and Arab sides

record broken

Not ready to be thrown away, 
like those memories made
it's not broken,
long as it's loved. 

Can't you feel them? 
lands and grooves in circle's run..
feels I've known you since the day you were born,
though the cover's a bit worn
we both' ve known better days
under the same sun.

Just because a record has a few scratches don't throw it away.
this goes for memories too, even the ones that skip. 

There's a revival in analog warmth
with wide-eyed dynamic range,
even the phonograph'
preamp hum & hiss.
 
Even the ones that skip..
you just might miss,
you just might miss,
even the hum & hiss..
you just might
miss.

With just a stone

Goliath was a big threat to Israel
A giant with intimidating records 
Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers 
To a bunch of faithless cowards
And to an army of lily livered derelicts
As they capitulated in fear 
And let the sleeping dog lie
While Goliath had his fill
Threatening God’s own army 
But it took a lively faith and just a stone 
To bring the mountain of a giant 
Crashing to a disgraceful end
As David used faith as heavenly currency 
To purchase heavenly grace
And brought the boastful philistine
To a dismal end
Are you faced with any life’s challenges?
Look back with faith on God’s track record in your life
And be filled with amazing strength and power 
To overcome all Goliaths threatening your very existence

In the Groove

Am I in the groove or on the right track?
My record player goes clickety-clack,
The lyrics I hear are all in pig-Latin,
Backed by the sounds of downtown Manhattan.

How Not to Get Your Name in the Record Books

   I’d never set a record in my entire life
     ‘til I had this serious talk with my wife  

   Listened to her for a good thirty minutes
     thought there was nothing in it 

   Then I heard on a radio show 
     that men never listen, soooooo  

   I called them, and when they answered the phone
     I stayed silent as a rock with a tongue made of stone

FROM A PAPER NO ONE READ

Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine?
When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night?
Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm
And restore them their delectable delight to shed pain?
Can I turn orbs of sweet dreams of my own
Into the flavor that I love to color and add
a dash of my-ness into the air I breathe.
If so------
Then I promise I would recite the most exquisite poem.
Elucidate the most enchanting secret.
Write words that never conspired to appear in the most famous minds.

Let me drink my morning brew without exasperation.
and buy Time with my pocket of skills.
I promise I would give you a better garland
Whose fragrance would have designed no mind before.
I promise I’ll give you the piece that would
require no customization, and a tune free of cost.
I would give you the right to justify my wrongs without a grudge
And never turn a deaf ear to your sweated breath.
I would forgive myself for all that I have nurtured in pain
And give myself a Hi5 for having broken my own record.
If only you allow me to be, I’ll give you the gem I am.

Life is a diary

Life is a diary waiting to be written

Observe
what is obvious
what is hidden
what is experienced
what is felt

A record of life
by day
by week
by year
by any moment

Twelve diary disciples did just that
Procession 1492 Columbus - America first
Progression 1660 Pepys - Restoration England
Obsession 1836 Darwin - origins of man
Expression 1863 Davis - free black woman
Impression 1906 Holden - Edwardian countryside
Confession 1910 Scott - frozen to death
Expression 1915 Woolf - inner self
Depression 1924 Wolfson - teenager in New York
Aggression 1941 Mukhina - siege of Leningrad
Suppression 1942 Frank - Jewish plight
Impression 1957 Guevara - viva Cuba
Repression 1976 Mandela - African apartheid

Procession, progression, obsession, expression, impression, confession, depression, aggression, suppression, repression

Life is simply a diary

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