Recording Poems - Poems about Recording

these songs are about wizards (mostly) the untroubled child sleeping peacefully and when the new washing machine arrives at the same time as the food delivery you do wonder if the men at the door exchanged pleasantries did they make...Read the rest...

It is one hell of a risk Away The Cops could Stan whisk, By Jeff's window with a disc They'll think he's there to things frisk, Although, slow Stan's moves not brisk... Stan means recording a rape; He's gone there, too,...Read the rest...

High time i did their studio voicing To ignite a genuine rejoicing Over verses dismissed like Virus And by Sun Magaz The Mysterious, Poet making out as The Deleterious. For all he might seem Boisterous... But...Read the rest...

What is the human perception of time If measurement stops and clocks will not chime Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours Pendulum still —Big Ben disempowered (Dreamsleep: February, 2021)...Read the rest...

shadows of buddy two rockers from the old school marvin plays holly © Harry J Horsman 2021...Read the rest...

If I were a Heavenly Recording Angel, I would probably be a recording scribe. Writing down each and every littlest Detail of peoples' lives on planet Earth below.*** If I were recording the effectual righteous Deeds of men, women, and...Read the rest...

Trace your body upon mine with pen Tracing each moment in time Recording each sound we make Keep these pictures of sound Safely locking them away For If we lose one moment in time Forever it will be gone Erased from our...Read the rest...

as the world spins, a needle’s placed upon vinyl endless tracks 12/28/2017 ...Read the rest...

Die, and the chirping of the bird. I while being surrounded by the birds on the edge of a cliff on the island of the hippocampus, was a recording of the 100 hours of radio drama....Read the rest...

In the entertainment field, I have a familiar face. In movies and TV, I have been all over the place. There are some memorable parts that I can call my own. A doll named “Talky Tina” tripped me...Read the rest...

The farm and the porch light hums the sound of another orange dawn. Burnt up – crisp aching new reaches of the imagination turn from corn ...Read the rest...