-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
Categories:
turntable, deep, forgiveness, lost, mental
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
turntable, happiness, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
bound and tethered
held strong with grievous filaments
i struggled not
feeling the futility
and the masterful illusion of my jaundiced mind
she holds me captive
on the turntable of despair
Categories:
turntable, depression,
Form: Free verse
On the turntable I spin these songs
Memories of my life
From Floyd to Zepplin
My scars run deep
As I watch that black circle spin
The labels all different
All unique lessons in life
Expectations lost along the way
As the tunes play in these old ears
I think about things I should have done
Directions I avoided because of fear
From Hysteria to New Jersey
Love lost and gained
No sense of accomplishment
Lost in insecurity
A mark for society
A beat down of confidence from all angles
I lost touch of me
I was a mere boy in a young man's skin
Lost track of life
Nowadays I spin past the regrets
Lift the needle of despair off
I focus on the music of my life now
Two beautiful kids and a wife of 14 years
I still spin those vinyl to reminisce and hold to some part of my past
The future is full of reissues with better results
The turntable of life will spin to the end and I will enjoy every label I see
and carry on with positivity and love for my family and the friends that come once in a great album.
Categories:
turntable, life, remember,
Form: Free verse
I haven’t played a record
In more years than I can say,
Yet still I mourn the record player
That we ditched today.
It sat there in the living room
Accumulating dust,
But since we’re spiffing up the place
I really must adjust.
I’ll box my records in a crate
And hide them out of sight.
I have no way to play them,
But to toss them’s just not right.
Though music’s always in my life,
I’ve said goodbye to vinyl
And now that my turntable’s gone,
That farewell feels more final.
Categories:
turntable, music, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme