Short Victrola Poems
Short Victrola Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Victrola by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Victrola by length and keyword.
BRAHMS’ LULLABY*
A funeral dirge
Victrola dies mid-sentence
Edison tinkers
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*Brahms’ Lullaby by Johannes Brahms
when RCA acquired Victor Talking Machine
this included rights to the iconic nipper, his master’s voice
they sold the first electric Victrola in 1930
and introduced the long playing record
As blood and flush are falling
through my father's face, gauzy
sheet of death folding over, I
know that I have lost him -- his
sorrow, joy and fire gone out --
leaving but one cinder on the
Victrola.
Rain on the tin roof sounded
Lullaby; and I fell asleep
While grandma's Victrola played
"Pharaoh's army got drownded.
O Mary don't you weep";
And I was no longer afraid.
Sweet sound drowned out
My fear and doubt.
Cranked up the victrola to max damage
Put on a little Zeppelin, so savage
When the neighbors got mad
I played Sir Galahad
Come play pickleball ~ first we’ll eat cabbage
There was a young man from Pensacola
Who chug-a-lug a bourbon high cola
Gave it try
Eyes did cry
Head swirled like he was on a Victrola.
A Victrola is a record player that used to spin those old platters, 66, 33 RPM. If you care, you can boot up a picture of one on your chosen website.
VITALITY OF TONGUE
papillae lyrics
sweet, salty, and bitter odes
grammy’s victrola
6/8/2017
Merriam-Webster's definition of "papillae"
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/papilla
Pronounced pa-pill-lee
small bumps on tongue often containing taste buds
OLD – PAST – OVER (triple Tanka)
i love those old tunes
played on my old victrola
there’s a needle scratch
but I don’t care it’s times past
all those carefree days that passed
laying by the hour
listening to a simple tune
over and over
dreaming of my comely lass
who’s whispering “i love you”
drigo’s serenade
and by mischa elman played
over and over
i dread this moment’s end
old days old loves over
Addiction in alleyways
Shadow-shrouded eyes
Withdrawal, vomit and jitters
The end of ecstasy as
Dark dreams sear the spirit.
Bed of damp earth with
Newspaper blanket
Covering a lost soul
Fighting demons of darkness
Beyond the night.
Someone's child strayed from its path
Tossed aside on a street to nowhere,
Life winding down like Granny's
Victrola when it needed more muscle
To grind out the tunes that scratch
On one's nerves like nails on a chalkboard.