Radio Girl
Every morning she hung her sad same song
On the hum of the radio words
Mimicking
Her coffee mug
microphone under her chin, lip synch
Always late for work
Humming the same sad song
On the bus
Always arriving
As if she were somewhere else
[Visiting another life]
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Sorrow Of Words
The sorrow of words that rarely tell themselves
They sail like brightly coloured balloons
Lost in their own universe
They spin off the edge of a tongue
kissing air and emptiness
Seldom filling loneliness
Leaving their sound like a symphony
A faint noise hanging in the air
Somewhere in the back of my mind
The radio is playing
A song I used to know
yvette smith oct 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Nameless
because my heart's full in the morning
I want to share with somebody
because there's nobody to be called
I look to the garden hearing voices
because the garden's silent and still
I turn on the radio to listen a song
because the radio's broken
I start humming to myself
because there's no sound comes out
I close my eyes try to remember a song
because there's no song play in my mind
I begin to find words can explain
because I lost in words
I wonder why I'm feeling so lonely
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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X
She remembers sounds cracked from words shells
Echoes across abandoned parks
Seashores
Somehow frozen in time
She talks out of tempo
A Stuttering shuffling game
But she is not playing
She watches
stopped still
Outside the life
That keeps turning
She remembers nothing
Not even her name.
X marks the spot
Later her bracelet is found in the mud
It carries her DNA
And the blood of a man she once loved
She will not return again
She remembers nothing
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Amen
They raised the oak
Then let it gently sink into the soft dark earth
Soon your roots would be rekindled
Some brought candles
Some burnt fires
But no one could interpret the silence
For a sign
Poets sat in bars
At the same chair
Where they were always seated
Copywriting the space
Possessing a certain look
That wasn't theirs, yet...
The midwife nearly always arrived late
And birth was just a second from another death
The children stood laughing at the gate
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Virus
A world rocked
Shaken
Broken
Dissoloution of words
Who washed them all away?
Today I awoke to find
A 'virus in my hardrive'
Is that a metaphor for greed?
That rots the healthy guts
Of every leviathan that sunk its teeth to deep,
Leaving so many poor Jonahs
Outside 'the belly of the whale'? ?
Now hollow
Spitting out a 'last dime'
For the homeless!
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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In Translation
Arriving with no intepretator
Leaving with signals and signs
On the elevator
In the pressed drudged crowds
Filled by the strangeness of infatuation
Your first arrival
Under the flash of a neon ray
Leaving with the wrong signs
In your back pocket
The price tags and the labels
As if heaven was an eternal shopping mall
And hell was a supermarket checkout queue
Missing the signs and the cues
Leaving in an unfamiliar way
Unexpected
The wisest words are always spoken by children
Before reading and learning
In translation!
yvette m smith march 09
aka yvette m smith
circa march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Hardrive
Its a 'hardrive to success and to 'happiness'
A fingertip in space
Tapping at a 'human face'
Perfect
In digital harmony
Colour tone
And paste
Each pixel an atom
Finding its completion
Locked in space
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Coil
Turning tight
Twisting in
Tail taut
Unflinchng skin
A cigarette burning
Unseen
But for the smoke!
So much unholy rage
Burning.....
Why?
?
The tail turns in..
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Submission
I submit myself to these things
The 'small talk' on the sidewalk
The eyes that survey a thousand faces
Without question
The measure of my self and men
The day hangs impatiently outside
Unchanged
I cannot rearrange the sky
Or measure a world in an hourglass
Yet something must give
In all these acts of living
Is this it?
Letting the mask slip
As the light falls to the window
Uncurl words
Unpaint the feelings
Is it possible just to live
Let life in, under the so many illusions made?
Submit to these other things?
That do not ask anything of us
But just let the day in
The world unfold beneath our feet
Shall we begin
Again?
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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The mute singer
She cut out her tongue
So she could sing
Those unheard songs
sung
She cut out her tongue
So silently
She could unspeak herself
Free, from prison words
She cut out her tongue
So that her soul could catch the light
And let it run
Through her body transparent
Prism shining out
She cut out her tongue
To free her self
From her self
Completion
Knitted under the skin of silence
Flying unseen
Into unexplored horizons
Without
Mother
Country
Point of
Trace
She cut out her tongue
To see the eyes
Behind the face
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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How To Write Wrong Right
What is wrong is often misunderstood as right
And what is right is often wrong
And so many write the song
And make right wrong
And do this right
Error perfect
Taught the perfect flaw
There is no cure or cause or fate
Of late forgetulness makes us feel blessed
Make sense from 'Ignorance is bliss'
Making what's wrong, our perfect right
We create 'our genius' over night! !
mary shelley junior
AKA Yvette m Smith
dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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When You Are Gone
When you are gone I will live on
I will live on
When you are gone
I will not mourn or forget
How love was born
Much stronger still
Though you are gone
You still live on
In birds in clouds
In simple flowers
In bones and flesh
That carry you
Each day, each hour
And this is your power
Though you are gone
Much stronger now
You still live on
In words that echo in the air
In scent of showers
Fallen leaves
In all of these
And feeling sense
You presence, felt in present tense
I will not mourn
Nor wil I grieve
For you live on
Inside of me
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Imagine
Imagine I am mourning
And all day
Wear the day like darkness
Returning to the map
The insidious streets
A body full of tears
Vibrant
And bright as a jewel
Such things shine
Always after rain
Imagine I was mourning
and the day was a white gown
And each sigh
Winging towards
Heaven
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Radio Man
Radio, Radio
Radio Man
Play me a song
Do you think you can
Don't want a fast number
I only dance slow
Don't want a loud one
That nobody knows
Don't want a sad song
That'll make me cry
I want a tune
That'll stay in my head
That'll take me from sunrise
Till I go to bed
Please, fill my air waves
With the kind of song
That I can whistle
All week long
Dear Radio, Radio
Radio Man
Can you fill my request
I hope you can
I'm tired of going
Up and down my dial
I need a good song
And I need it now
poem by Candy Elvis
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Robot Blues
They are short circuting again
Those robotic men
Wires blown
Fuse gone
Singing the blues
The robot song
Marching to work and back again
Lights on the blink
Days cut short
To night fall
Blotting the stars with a marker pen
Numbers in
And out again
Circuits faulty
Battery gone
And old men are singing the robot song
Lights on the blink
Burnt out fuse
A low dull humming
Strumming the 'robot blues'
Emilia punk hurst
poem by Yvette Smith
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Perfect Lover
My perfect lover was sent to me
By way of a hypnotherapist
On a soft deep couch
It summoned itself
Through soft words
Spoken
Soporific
Like drunk angels
Whose wings too heavy to fly
Rested on the shutters of the eye
Losing track of time
Lost in the hush of a cloakroom
When all have gone home
But one coat remains
Waiting to hang a life on it
Waiting for a love to come
Even after the fifty soft minutes have past
And the light breaks the shade at last
What remains
One single coat
You reach into it and pay
With a fifty pound note
yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Fever
He was enquiring
meticulous in note taking
Scrawled amensiac letters and
Night sweat
And blurring of
visions thinly partitioned
masked
Under a moist skein
Of white light
Floating falling
Veiled
Blind apparitions
mad genius
symmetry and
Harmony
And broken chord
untimed
hand clapped out
synch
They said
fever
Leaves limbs
dangling flower heads
Wilting away from
The centre
decentralising
And decoding
sense
on sense
And white lights fading into
morning
curtained off
sealed slept in
These other seeing eyes
These other lives lived
Before waking
yvette m smith
dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Please Play This Song On The Radio
We wrote this song, its not too short, not too long
Its got back-up vocs in just the right places
Its got a few oohs and ahhs
It takes a little pause
Just before the second chorus
Please play this song on the radio
Almost every line is sung on time
Almost every verse ends in a rhyme
The only problem we had was writing enough words
But thats okay, because the chorus is
Coming up again now
Please play this song on the radio
Please play this song on the radio
song performed by by NOFX
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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Late Night Radio
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the windsong album, and has also been released on the changes album.
Theres lonely hearts in arkansas
Theres truckers in des moines
All there to keep me company in the early morn
A world unknown to daytime
Is forever going on
The airwaves of the nation
Between midnight and the dawn
Late night radio
Take it everywhere I go
My best friend when Im lonely
Is my late night radio
Well I turn the dial
A little bit past one-o-one point two
In time to catch the news
And see whos shooting who
Then I hunt around for old songs
Theyre so good to hear again
To think of how it was
Imagine how it might have been
Late night radio
Take it everywhere I go
My best friend when Im lonely
Is my late night radio
La la la I sing along
cause I never know the words
La la la la la la la la
Id love to call a talk show
But I havent got the nerve
La la la oh oh oh radio
The lord is still my shepherd
But these preachers got to go
This time of night my interest
Lies in u.f.o.s
So I turn the dial a little
Past fifty-six point three
To find myself a lullaby
To rock me off to sleep
Late night radio
Take it everywhere I go
My best friend when Im lonely
Is my late night radio
Late night radio
Take it everywhere I go
My best friend when Im lonely
Is my late night radio
Words and music by bill and taffy danoff
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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