Short Transistor Poems
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Glued to her smartphone
Gaping at it
Her mouth contoured in a WOW
She herself plugged in
A human transistor
Eyes glowing, ears antennae
Batteries fully charged
August 22, 2019
Wow Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
'Twas at the age of nine,
In the year 1959,
I undertook to build a ship,
A bright red, plastic rocket ship,
That housed a transistor radio,
A cheap Japanese transistor radio:
By whose dial I could magically go
To Boston, New York, or Tokyo.
her heart was shanghaied
captured on a sunny beach
with waves lapping happily
in a nineteen sixty-seven day
Beach Boys were singing
From a portable transistor
wind carried happy laughter
he had flecks of gold in his eyes
They were in love
So she let him
put lotion on her back
A brave move for these times
I was sitting on a three legged stool
Somwhere in the middle of ninteen seventy
nine.
Milking, by hand,a cow in the byre
When I heard, Gangsters ,
A song by the Bristish Ska band,
The Specials
On the transistor radio.
And it's like when you fall in love
Or when you recieve an unexpected gift.
Music is the gift that,
Keeps on giving.
Im forever falling in love
Over and over again.
Listen to poem:
Summer days
Great expectations
Torrid sun
Cool ocean breeze
Lounging on a sandy beach
Suntan lotion and bikinis
Scattered towels
Transistor radios
Picnic coolers
Fun and games
Flying frisbies
Bouncing beach balls
Laughter fills the air
Come on in
The water’s great
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.1~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Front Page Pick 2020
Diode or anode
Are they enough to remove negative thinking?
Transistor or adviser
Which is best to help one off sinking?
Banister to guide
Yet the hyperactive will still jump it over
Canister to hide
Though expiratory date will not hangover
Resistor or an adjuster
The behavioural disorder are hardly bewitched in rehabilitation
Capacitor or curator
The world remains to all a pleasant habitation
It’s not that I didn’t want
to be a wild thing,
It’s not that I didn’t want
to make his heart sing,
but I was just too young
in 1966,
still playing Barbie dolls
who were homeless
and lived with trolls,
and Midge One-Of-Two
transitioned into Ken
because Barbie needed him
to make everything groovy~
like flower power,
bell-bottom jeans
and my first transistor radio.
Inspired by “Wild Thing” as sung by The Troggs