Record Poems - Poems about Record

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

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 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

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
      

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy is Intent On Beating His Own Record

Jimmy was intent on beating his own record.
Forty-six hours of straight video game playing.
He heard some crashing outside.
Thought it was a garbage truck.
Never looked out. It would quit eventually.

The bashing and crashing sounded closer now.
More like Armageddon than a garbage truck.
Jimmy turned up the volume on his console.
Twenty-eight million and sixty-three his golden star said.
He

Broken Record Collection

everlasting tune
        over and never over~ 
              insult injury

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