LionAroundWriting33 Comments on Those Were the Days – POEM

Those Were the Days – POEM

analog vinyl record
Jazz; mesmerising, as I watch,

the vinyl spin, grooves filled in by,

cigarettes smoked a century ago,

the ash,

A revolving reminder,

that we all must, eventually go,

But some, those precious souls,

are immortal: inspiring,

And I see listen or read; the show so beguiling, as if, their deaths could never be so.

.
The song ended, I won’t tell you which,

and there’s a sadness, in the rich needle analogue,

cigarette burns and old type of yesteryears,

entire back catalogue.

Sporadically, I get lost, ice in my glass molten,

and a fog,

Lifts,

Knowing that in some way the great artists exist,

Preserved a little more with every embrace of nostalgia,

and each reminisce.

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33 thoughts on “Those Were the Days – POEM”

  1. Nik August 7, 2016 — 1:21 PM

    Such great atmosphere to this piece – really lovely. Well done!

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  2. Rob Taylor August 7, 2016 — 2:16 AM

    This poem brought back visions of my childhood. I grew-up on jazz….had those vinyls stacked all over my room. Well played…. 😉

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      LionAroundWriting August 7, 2016 — 2:19 AM

      Thanks once more ☺ I caught the tail end of cassettes and then CDs. Not quite the same as vinyl. I dig through charity shops for records to get some oldies.

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      1. Rob Taylor August 7, 2016 — 2:27 AM

        A true connoisseur 😉

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  3. BreakawayConsciousness August 6, 2016 — 5:28 PM

    This is incisive as heck. Resonates immensely. Glad to have read it. Well done!

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      LionAroundWriting August 6, 2016 — 5:41 PM

      Well thank you very much, cheers for dropping by.

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  4. diaryofasoulwriter August 6, 2016 — 1:36 PM

    I must have read your poem at least 3 times. Each time lifting up another layer and making me sink deeper into the past. I felt like I was on the set of The Great Gatsby. “Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!” You did it with this piece 🙂

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      LionAroundWriting August 6, 2016 — 2:10 PM

      Thrice? Im honoured you read it once ☺
      I’m glad you got the feel of it and the intention.

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      1. diaryofasoulwriter August 6, 2016 — 2:13 PM

        Yes, I felt like I did not wrap my mind around the depth of it at first read, so I did it again and again 🙂 I sometimes do that when I read good poetry. It keeps the world the piece depicts alive longer in my mind.

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  6. Anita Lubesh August 5, 2016 — 9:23 PM

    Very rich and steeped. You were truly inspired.

    I loved this,

    ‘and there’s a sadness, in the rich needle analogue,

    cigarette burns and old type of yesteryears..

    Very cool.

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      LionAroundWriting August 5, 2016 — 10:18 PM

      Many appreciations, thanks for highlighting those lines Anita ☺

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      1. Anita Lubesh August 5, 2016 — 10:18 PM

        Pleasure. You should write more…poetry.

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        LionAroundWriting August 5, 2016 — 10:21 PM

        Poetry is something I have to really be feeling to write but I enjoy it fully when I do pen a poem.
        My brain is usually geared toward story mode with full stops and such, but occasionally likes to get lyrical ☺ I appre iate the sentiment.

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  7. magarisa August 5, 2016 — 9:06 PM

    This piece evokes such nostalgia and philosophical contemplation. Beautiful!

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      1. magarisa August 5, 2016 — 11:03 PM

        A type of time travel 😀

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  8. Alaska Frank August 5, 2016 — 5:31 PM

    Nice. Got kinda stuck at “the ash, A revolving reminder, that we all must, eventually go, But some, those precious souls, are immortal”

    For some reason I thought of the precious souls to be authors and that I might also one day live forever 🙂

    Good work.

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      LionAroundWriting August 5, 2016 — 5:56 PM

      You’re right on the money AF 🙂 Thank you.

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  9. VictoryInTrouble August 5, 2016 — 5:04 PM

    Beautiful. This has a great feel to it.

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      LionAroundWriting August 5, 2016 — 5:57 PM

      Thanks V-I-T 😉
      Cheers for reading.

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      1. VictoryInTrouble August 5, 2016 — 5:58 PM

        You’re welcome, L-A-W. 😀

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  10. thelonelyauthorblog August 5, 2016 — 4:24 PM

    This was an amazing write. You set a nostalgic mood with your words. So well done. Especially enjoyed your description of the old records spinning
    on the turntable.

    Excellent work.

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      LionAroundWriting August 5, 2016 — 4:32 PM

      Much appreciated LA. I watched an F Scott Fitzgerald documentary and felt inspired to write something.

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      1. thelonelyauthorblog August 5, 2016 — 4:36 PM

        Yet set a mood that captivated. Must have been a good documentary.

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        LionAroundWriting August 5, 2016 — 5:58 PM

        It was, I think it’s 45 mins long, I found it on Youtube.
        One heck of a tale, tragic and triumphant.

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      3. thelonelyauthorblog August 5, 2016 — 8:07 PM

        Thanks. I will search for it.

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  11. shaunkellett August 5, 2016 — 3:57 PM

    Wow, what a captivating piece! Truly beautiful. Evoked some real sense of remembrance.

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