#turntable - Hello Poetry

My turntable doesn't have an auto stop Or an arm that returns when the disc is up So I have to be alert, conscious, and in tune Less that scratchy white noise fills up the room If I'm busy with chores, or out in the yard A trench slowly forms, Vinyl's soft, diamond's hard But when I pay attention, I inherently know Two songs left to go, one more... Get up, flip and flow My player might not be smart, doesn't know when to stop But it's got me programmed, whether I like it or not.

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Apr 23, 2021

Apr 23, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC

cosmic_laughter

For the Record

My turntable doesn't have an auto stop Or an arm that returns when the disc is up So I have to be alert, conscious, and in tune Less that scratchy white noise fills up the room If I'm busy with chores, or out in the yard A trench slowly forms, Vinyl's soft, diamond's hard But when I pay attention, I inherently know Two songs left to go, one more... Get up, flip and flow My player might not be smart, doesn't know when to stop But it's got me programmed, whether I like it or not.

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Removed from paper inner sleeve shiny black disc catching light, rainbows across the groove carefully placed on turntable's spinning platter to keep finger marks at bay spinning, 33 1/3 snap, crackle, pop the needle takes flight leading in to the rumble of bass crash of high hat singer's lyrical weavings a density of sound the smell of vinyl a whiff of aging cardboard sleeve artwork fit for a gallery

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Jul 28, 2019

Jul 28, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC

nigdaw

The Romance of Vinyl

Removed from paper inner sleeve shiny black disc catching light, rainbows across the groove carefully placed on turntable's spinning platter to keep finger marks at bay spinning, 33 1/3 snap, crackle, pop the needle takes flight leading in to the rumble of bass crash of high hat singer's lyrical weavings a density of sound the smell of vinyl a whiff of aging cardboard sleeve artwork fit for a gallery

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Return late at night 34mph on the gangway Decimated and tired rotated and unstoppable When I come back around the cul-de-sac the green candle shines my return Flag hangs big and ogreish Waiting for something more I replaced my turntable Black and wood on wood desk Grains matched unintentionally On one speaker I placed my snowglobe Big Ben tall and wide Snow stirs when I play On the other The Capitol Big heavy white dome Smaller and wider but still just as lost Blizzard of turning particle What mood do i turn to? Daft and electronic Queen of hearts and misery Dance of mad villainy? 33.333333 repeating An album cover to cover slip safely in between read the inherent vibrative tone glide my eaten fingernail And sing the songs through my teeth 33.33333 repeating Songs forever maintained Never compressed, just expressed Saved into physical form 33.3333 repeating Round and round Fibonacci of doom Spiral totally in control There is another side to this story I never knew 33.333 repeating They were going to make movies on vinyl screens with vinyl tape and vinyl face Then we got cable 33.33 repeating Mesmerized by the glide of the needle softer than a lover's touch sharper than an atomic clock 33.3 repeating It will be time to flip sides Soon I will know no evil Only the darker satellite 33 repeating I repeat: Listen closely and find the spot Queue it up and fall apart

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May 27, 2018

May 27, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

TimelessWave

Turntables

Return late at night 34mph on the gangway Decimated and tired rotated and unstoppable When I come back around the cul-de-sac the green candle shines my return Flag hangs big and ogreish Waiting for something more I replaced my turntable Black and wood on wood desk Grains matched unintentionally On one speaker I placed my snowglobe Big Ben tall and wide Snow stirs when I play On the other The Capitol Big heavy white dome Smaller and wider but still just as lost Blizzard of turning particle What mood do i turn to? Daft and electronic Queen of hearts and misery Dance of mad villainy? 33.333333 repeating An album cover to cover slip safely in between read the inherent vibrative tone glide my eaten fingernail And sing the songs through my teeth 33.33333 repeating Songs forever maintained Never compressed, just expressed Saved into physical form 33.3333 repeating Round and round Fibonacci of doom Spiral totally in control There is another side to this story I never knew 33.333 repeating They were going to make movies on vinyl screens with vinyl tape and vinyl face Then we got cable 33.33 repeating Mesmerized by the glide of the needle softer than a lover's touch sharper than an atomic clock 33.3 repeating It will be time to flip sides Soon I will know no evil Only the darker satellite 33 repeating I repeat: Listen closely and find the spot Queue it up and fall apart

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Boy George sang of Karma Flock of Seagulls, Ran away The Stones, old and wrinkled Night Ranger still, tours, and plays Queen, no longer Mercury ELO's skies, no longer Blue Eagles, no more, Lying Eyes The Who, just Who, are You? Styx, no longer Paradise REO have lost, the Key Time slays, old musicians as music now, is free

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC

TemporalFugue

Remember Vynil?

Boy George sang of Karma Flock of Seagulls, Ran away The Stones, old and wrinkled Night Ranger still, tours, and plays Queen, no longer Mercury ELO's skies, no longer Blue Eagles, no more, Lying Eyes The Who, just Who, are You? Styx, no longer Paradise REO have lost, the Key Time slays, old musicians as music now, is free

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one glance and a story starts spinning on the turntable your heart - the needle dropped

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC

vamika

coup de foudre

one glance and a story starts spinning on the turntable your heart - the needle dropped

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