starling stereo
crisp and clear early morning
set to full volume
weighty wings arise
marvelous and maddening
at verge of daybreak
"Better In Stereo"
"I'm up with the sunshine"
and you’re the first one I want to know.
"You dance to your own beat,
I'll sing the melody,"
Somehow our chaos still fits perfectly.
"When you say yeah, I say no,"
Yet we laugh it off and let it flow.
You’re the part of me I don’t always see,
the better half of me,
the half I'll always need
the one who sticks around when I disagree.
"We both know
We're better in stereo,"
Two different vibes, one steady glow.
And through every high and low we face,
With you, life always finds its place.
owls sit in the dark and listen
for mammalian prey
tunneling
through deep snows
below the
trees
plunging, they seize
their next
meal
len
Don Clarke acted like one who’d soon leave.
His callers stood up in compliance,
Then heard the gasped relief Clarke did heave,
To them Clarke’s hurting non-reliance:
The fears of losing his appliance!
“Clarke might his tears wipe with his shirt’s sleeve!”
His stereo that fuels his vain long dance.
Oh! How Clarke loved the songs Big Stars weave;
His mind songs help to strike some balance
Once more, he shall thank Reeve Steve,
For its purchase and song-listening chance…
Meanwhile, play-acting for his callers
Feared by him Disguised Stereo Sellers.
Stereo Typical G.I.
David J Walker
Admittedly
I was way to easy
The stereo typical G.I.
The guy Willing to buy
The cool green Lights in a
Teakwood box connecting
Overpriced
Hi-Fi
Speakers to a
Belt drive
Turntable connecting to an
Open reel really cool tape deck
But what the heck
It’s only one paycheck
Every month to month for six months
Dead broke alone in a barracks
Full of other fools
With stereo’s and
No place else to go
Or money
To buy new records
Happy birthday, Brother Dario,
Listen to the sublime music;
Man's life is like a stereo,
The sound is truly fantastic,
Topic: Birthday of Dario Rutaquio (March 09)
There was a country song playing on the stereo
The night she walked out of my door
I don’t ever want to hear a guitar strum
The G-C-D chords any more
There was a fiddle in the background
And a banjo picking along
I remember every mistake that I ever made
Every time I hear a country song
Now you may want to do a two-step
Or a square dance country-style
But every time I hear a Jew’s harp twang
I lose hold of my happy smile
There was a country song playing on the stereo
The night she took off my ring
So if you want to see this grown man cry
Just let me hear Johnny Cash and June Carter sing
Disappearing black caped vireo
Sound better viewed in stereo
By Robb A. Kopp
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