Walkman Poems - Poems about Walkman

...Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me— in the jingle-jangle morning, I’ll follow you. Like my nan, slippers tapping, buttered toast, kitchen radio. She’d sway while evening’s empire turned t......

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...Barbie, Atari, He-man Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan Lower student loans, and landline phones The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial Rainbow Brit......

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...Diaries left open and letters framed, chronological ink waving from a horizon, gone. Clothes hung to recreate a wedding, a dance, a touch – enclosed in glass cases to trap the scent inside. Th......

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...Memories in boxes By lady Arabella As I sit here and go through all the boxes I’ve made Each one holds a memory which time cannot fade From old school reports that showed all I could be T......

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...snowstorm related she drowned trying to glide across the lake violets are thrown in the center her favorite perfume still lingers in the air i remember her transistor radio i remember her pota......

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...Washing my face at night - I drown in sorrow. Patting a towel on my skin. Pressing firm. Laughing causes wrinkles. Everyone knows that. Yet humor is one of the best defense mechanisms. My heart s......

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...‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’ Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or ......

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...Barbie, Atari, He-man Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan Indiana Jones, and landline phones The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial Rainbow Brite, Jem......

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...That record player my older sister tried to hide, with Foreigner, The Bangles and Madonna intensified. Me only ten, yet in love with the sexy New Kids, remember Z. Cavaricci pants and ......

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...She walked in beauty Spare and Sprite While all around her stopped and stared As if in awe at such a Sight But on she moved, oblivious She, To those that Stared but could not see, That now at la......

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...percussion hailstorm my ears no longer bored daydreaming about oceans mixing memories during power outage thoughts an escapade my uber sunshine nodding my head with eyes closed to some rar......

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...Your Boot I sleep in the back of your car while you drive around the block to the shop. Doze off as you park up for the night and go to your bed— mine is in your car on a piece of old sack ......

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...look at me water shoes on beach chair buried in the sand feeling like an overtly energetic six year old again acting all shy as she grabs my hand as the water freezes our feet unexpectedly rem......

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...Doesn't matter what my name is. Certain types of men do certain types of things. Like join a terrorist group coz they believe they're right. I've been inside with them. ......

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...two cookie shakes on sunday is all i can afford an old 1988 walkman blasting oldies in my ear is my la-z-boy recliner offensive and stinking....halitosis while thinking is the norm of my current......

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