Short Vinyl Poems

Foggy mirror…
Slippery vinyl floor 
Deodorant...

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present pleasure lures
me into rhythms of old
blowing on vinyl...

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my life is Haiku
like a play made of vignettes
on vinyl it spins!...

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Entwining cold feet
Sticking to a vinyl seat....
Windows show the heat...

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groovy the vinyl
splendidly spinning slowly
going round and round

9/10/2010...

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A vinyl facade
will be sliced open by truth
--slit in the sky...

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So fond of my record collection
      of vinyl

   Reason to hope that death
      is not final...

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as the world spins,
a needle’s placed upon vinyl
endless tracks

12/28/2017
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Skin against vinyl
Quick breaths show on the windshield
Blue radio light

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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a colour blindness
without patronization
rock and roll my king
listening to its vinyl
long before the video

© Harry J Horsman 2018...

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Vinyl records are still around. 
They carry some amazing sound. 
If you are able, 
get yourself a turntable. 
The music you hear will astound....

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you never know 
when the record player strikes 
and vinyl floats and sums

pop stars melt down 
to ordinary people 
while female choir sings meekly...

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The Detective Found

cheese
camera
squeaky needle
a contraption with a spring
smelling salts
a high chair
vinyl playing three blind mice

6/30/2018...

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Satisfied to live with memories
Along the highway of vinyl,
Where old labels are still shining
Unlike me, long after their demise.

 © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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An elusive blue snaggletooth, 
I guess I’m not much of a sleuth;
Hidden vinyl Jawa style,
treasure holds a childhood smile;
Find it it’s like a fountain of youth....

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Across the land I followed the Dead
Grateful for how and what they said
Like the bus the bellbottoms are gone
And now the weed is in the lawn
I hear their vinyl everyday
And yes, I have a touch of gray...

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(We shared a cup of coffee 
over the demise of our relationship
in an orange vinyl cafe)
As we drank to the bottom of the cup
I came to realize
I am the bitter mouthful left behind
and you, you are the grinds...

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running in the groove
needle follows at speed
hear the record
skip as the needle
slices through my lump
Dying in vinyl crevice
oil slick sides
unable to climb
needle coming round again
jumping for the last time...

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charm(ed) bracelets 
and bangles
and books on 
strange science
in fogs
of whatever
all sold 
by the locks

as sellers 
and cellars
with culture 
on counters
sell lifestyles 
as street food
and vinyl
as clocks....

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The record's set.
Let it spin the room.

The light is already out.
Pouring down the window
on us, on the vinyl.

We'll listen
and plant.
Inhale
and dream.

Shimmer.

With words and sounds.
Light and thoughts.

With people....

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Put on a brash label
That a collector's get moist
Upgrade his shelf level
Nevermind the cracked old vinyl voice

One of the four divisions
Spend bread when it meets the eye
the same scan with precision
Just those loaded images don't satisfy...

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A 68 Coronet
	in canary yellow
white vinyl top
	440 mag inside

a four pack on top
	an auto shift
60 in 10
	in black smoke

room for five
	and all their bags
12 to the mile
	but 32 cents

so long ago
	lost in time
once it was
	in my youth...

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Around The Garden   ( series)

Cry Baby

I am so sorry rubber tree,
you’ve grown too big, 
you block my view.
I hate to trim your limbs divine,
with plate size leaves,
the vinyl kind.
It’s not that trimming is such a feat,
just when I do,
you start to weep....

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April sixteenth is known as “The Record Store Day”,

The old “seven inch” vinyl type of music way!

Drop by those old Record shops and take a quick look!

Memories of old stomping grounds of a cool nook,

Join the groovy “nostalgia seventies” sway!...

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The music drifts on a breeze
Something on vinyl is sure to please
The wailing guitar sets the mood
It soothes smooth as nectar food 

She feels the music and sways
Her eyes set and are ablaze
We meld together as one
No leaving now sexual healing begun.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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