Short Phonograph Poems

Musical romance
Playing on the phonograph.
Playing with my head.
I'm dancing, playing for time.
For time to think about you....

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what are they, grandma?
I laugh
My grandchildren are serious?
I dig out my old phonograph player.
They are amazed.
Thinking it is a robot.
And I am a genius!...

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I had a phonograph and it did stick		
Just at the arrival of old St. Nick
	He declared it uncouth
	And replaced with Bluetooth
Then asserted “This is my bailiwick!”...

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On weekend nights he drank alone
Turning on the phonograph
and dancing with his shadow
House ablaze with light and music
Tables strewn with books and magazines.
Settling into his desk on Monday
He had dark circles under his eyes
And a contentment difficult to understand....

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Westinghouse won the currency war,

but here’s what nobody can ignore:

Edison’s fame forever burns bright

for his phonograph, film, and long-lasting light!


Nov. 6, 2019
for Maureen McGreavy's Pithy Pome Poetry Contest
N/A and very few reads or comments
Now for John Hamilton's N-A Rerun 4 Poetry Contest...

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the yuletide came
in the voice of crooners
Please Come Home-
I’ll Be Home-
Santa Claus, Santa Claus-
which placed me directly
in front of a speaker
the RCA Victor phonograph
with the stylus needle
that every year kept joyously
repeating itself
 
and like herald angels
from the kitchen
butter infused cakes and pies
carol our nanna's psalm
taste good raw 
taste good cooked
demanding we lick the spoons...

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