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The DX Station
A Ford, a Dodge or even Chevy
Ding Ding the hose announcing
or maybe just some of the gang
with weight upon it, bouncing
In summer eves at half past dinner
bring our bikes and choose up sides
the DX station with lights much dimmer
get ready for the 'Ditch-em' rides
Choc-Ola was the favored choice
at fifteen cents a bottle
passed around and shared by all
allowed but just a swallow
Becky, Cheryl (aka 'Bone Shaker')
from a story read in school
King, McKeever, Sailor and Baker
four boys we thought were cool
Though well described within her poem
Elizabeth's short visit missed
all the things that made it home
to neighbor kids who knew its bliss
These are the memories which I've recalled
as read your tribute to 'The Filling Station'
gone now the pumps and many friends
that time has claimed though not forsaken.
#Elizabeth Bishop
Published 28th Nov 2018
Author's Note
For Ahavati, because she asked
and all those no longer here
Teri, (aka Yo Yo)
and all those no longer here
Teri, (aka Yo Yo)
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Anonymous
28th Nov 2018 1:48am
Good luck in the comp, Amorous_tryst. Your participation will help us get the #ElizabethBishop implemented.
29th Nov 2018 7:03pm
You are most welcomed and on another note, thank you for your assistance with the comp. and enjoyable poems you posted.
28th Nov 2018 2:20am
Thank you for your entry, Teri. It's a unique perspective.
Best of luck in the comp.
Best of luck in the comp.
29th Nov 2018 8:14pm
Thank you Ahavati for prompting me to write this via an earlier comment I made and your reply.
I realize it is not in the vein the comp was looking for, and I hadn't any expectations of serious consideration in judging it's appropriateness, yet it allowed me the opportunity to reflect upon and write of some cherished memories from childhood.
It's sad that society as changed (I won't say degenerated, only morphed), into what it is now, for I feel the kids growing up today have missed the chance to enjoy the comradery we had in earlier times. As referred to in the piece, there were many evenings when a group of as many as 20 of us would meet up and spend hours playing various games within a 10 or 20 square block area while riding our bicycles. Can't imagine the horrors of trying that today, yet I wonder what fond memories they will have to look back on someday, surely not of sitting on a phone and texting back and forth. Oh well, time marches on.
On another note; "unique perspective', how gracious of you, I'd have been more along the line of 'what the hell'. haha
I realize it is not in the vein the comp was looking for, and I hadn't any expectations of serious consideration in judging it's appropriateness, yet it allowed me the opportunity to reflect upon and write of some cherished memories from childhood.
It's sad that society as changed (I won't say degenerated, only morphed), into what it is now, for I feel the kids growing up today have missed the chance to enjoy the comradery we had in earlier times. As referred to in the piece, there were many evenings when a group of as many as 20 of us would meet up and spend hours playing various games within a 10 or 20 square block area while riding our bicycles. Can't imagine the horrors of trying that today, yet I wonder what fond memories they will have to look back on someday, surely not of sitting on a phone and texting back and forth. Oh well, time marches on.
On another note; "unique perspective', how gracious of you, I'd have been more along the line of 'what the hell'. haha
29th Nov 2018 11:58pm
Teri, it was hardly, 'What the hell?'
I thought the entry unique in perspective and inspired by Bishop - that's what these comps are for: to introduce classic and modern poets to membership.
Each generation has their own form of memories. I heard my grandparents, my parents, and have my own - some things change while others don't. You are right in that there has been a massive shift from outdoors to electronically-minded individuals. With what we're doing to the earth, that might not be a bad thing - we may all be living indoors within a few more generations if our nations don't get their shit together and put the environment over profit.
Thanks again for entering. Your entry was taken seriously in our parameters for judging.
I thought the entry unique in perspective and inspired by Bishop - that's what these comps are for: to introduce classic and modern poets to membership.
Each generation has their own form of memories. I heard my grandparents, my parents, and have my own - some things change while others don't. You are right in that there has been a massive shift from outdoors to electronically-minded individuals. With what we're doing to the earth, that might not be a bad thing - we may all be living indoors within a few more generations if our nations don't get their shit together and put the environment over profit.
Thanks again for entering. Your entry was taken seriously in our parameters for judging.
28th Nov 2018 10:33am
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29th Nov 2018 8:20pm
Heartfelt indeed. I wish you the opportunity to have such fond recollections await you in the future as well.
Thank you Nari for your kind words.
Teri
Thank you Nari for your kind words.
Teri
4th Dec 2018 00:55am
Lovely memories Teri. It was a joy to feel a shadow of them pass over me. :)
4th Dec 2018 6:21am
Yes, fond memories indeed, my friend. Many of the old friends from that period in my life are no longer with us. Two of the boys mentioned died early in life, one in his 20s and the other at 36, the first being shot during a bar fight and the other from a heart attack, brought on by heavy drinking.
I was taking a stroll around the net this evening listening to various old rock & roll songs and groups, when I came upon this; 'Don't judge a book by its cover'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9tHiTMSv1g
and immediately thought of your poem 'Untitled moments fully recalled in a state of half wakefulness'. Though I hadn't planned to log in this evening, I wanted to pass this along to you in a pm, and in doing so found your comment here.
I think you'll enjoy it, it certainly perked me up.
Thank you, Daniel.
Teri
I was taking a stroll around the net this evening listening to various old rock & roll songs and groups, when I came upon this; 'Don't judge a book by its cover'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9tHiTMSv1g
and immediately thought of your poem 'Untitled moments fully recalled in a state of half wakefulness'. Though I hadn't planned to log in this evening, I wanted to pass this along to you in a pm, and in doing so found your comment here.
I think you'll enjoy it, it certainly perked me up.
Thank you, Daniel.
Teri
10th Dec 2018 8:46pm
Thank you for thinking of me sugah. I will listen to it now. One of my most beloved friends died 18 months ago, David. I dedicated Yew to him. I also wrote about him in Darkly and a few other pieces. He drank himself to death and passed of liver failure. There are so many paradoxes in this life that, in the moment, seems so long, but, in reflection, seems so brief. Funny I was about to PM you too lol. Just going to say I am volunteering with the local library and it is a nice experience. Subdued environment I enjoy. I've lost a lot of weight and looking forward to my older brother bringing all his grown children for a visit in a couple weeks. Enjoy your Christmas holiday. Be safe and blessed. <3
Daniel
Daniel
10th Dec 2018 8:54pm
omg that made me tear up. It always astounds me that a small act of compassion is such a rarity. Thank you for sharing that with me Teri. *hugs*
