Recording Poems - Poems about Recording

i'm listening to recording number 5. it's my own fault for digging where the dust didn’t settle, i heard my voice cracking through static, saying “ok go,” and you you come on like the end credits of a bad film, talking about fate and fools, last goodbyes that grow on trees in some cemetery of could’ve beens. i'm listening to recording number 5 five...

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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 eye contact did they ring the door separately or one honk of it was agreed non-verbally, or verbally or with a wink, fist...

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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, with a tape Any funny noise Clean Escape; He's learnt to jump like an ape... But Jeff has got a shot gun; If he...

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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 Good Producers gasp for cash, Here in Nigeria ‘dying to smash;’ Rare knocks at their doors for sought job, Even as...

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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)...

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

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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 children, My heart would leap loudly for joy! But if the deeds were evil and sinful, I would shake my head with sorrow!*** I...

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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 memories Place me upon your easel Array me with many colors Brushing with each stoke of our love Creating this moment of time...

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

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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....

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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 down the stairs in “The Twilight Zone” I have been an actor for quite a few years back. Most folks know me...

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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 to wheat to the pungent shade of dried blood on hands – kissing corners of a mouth never kissed. Sweeping ‘cross...

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