Posts tagged ‘memory’

April 8, 2020

Memory

by HemmingPlay

Memory is the not-quite-living museum of our lives, and dusty.
You’re not sentenced to remain what you already are.
You may change, grow and split the hardened
carapace of a self that no longer fits,
and like the seven-year locust,
climb high into a tree and
claim your rebirth.
But first comes
mere courage
and risk.

 

February 20, 2020

Of shillings and treasure

by Jem Croucher

I watched the shilling spinning
it was mine in no small measure
Enough to buy two Matchbox cars
to hold and keep and treasure
The fingers twisted blithely
as they caught and spun again
but I saw no abandon
found no one there to blame

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February 19, 2020

19 February 1974

by Jem Croucher

The knock at the door
I remember it well
though forty-six years have now passed
The vicar right there
with something to share
for a slap in the face that would last

It was anger I felt
with a fist in the air
that my father had left in that way
And I heard not a sound
from that hole in the ground
as I stood on that February day

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February 18, 2020

In pictures

by Jem Croucher

I’ve been looking through my pictures
as I do from time to time
at photos I have taken
in the sunshine when it’s fine
others taken in the rain
or when walking by the sea
or up there on the Sussex hills
all precious here to me

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April 4, 2019

Memories Over A Glass of Wine

by HemmingPlay

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You weren’t my first summer girl—
But were the first one to take me over
Body and soul (and OK, I admit, it wasn’t all that hard to do)
But you are the one from the early days I remember

With only a few sharp regrets, since softened by time.

But also rises in me a wistful toast
To our being so young and eager, so serious, so clumsy,
So lost in hormones and music on the radio
Sitting on the lawn under a black sky sprinkled with stars,
Fumbling, clutching, giddy with freedom, while
Bullfrogs’ song charged the humid darkness with need.

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February 19, 2019

Footsteps

by Venkat

footsteps, they tap my mind
footsteps, on the grooves
inches of sounds, snowflakes
bundles of drizzles, yesterdays

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January 13, 2019

Christmas passed

by John S

I sit at the side of an aging Christmas tree,
its lights still glittering, the ornaments of memory
and seasonal delight put away since yesterday.

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October 5, 2018

I Come From A Place of Fireflies

by HemmingPlay

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I came from a place of fireflies,
where men were reasonable and tall,
Where people knew me by who my grandfather was, and his, and his.
Where farmers didn’t block views with trees,
To see at a glance from the kitchen window
How the corn was doing, the soybeans.

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August 5, 2018

HE LEFT US A LEGACY

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It’s A Legacy  

He’s Left The World In His Words

Paul Lenzi, Poet

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Please take some time and visit Paul’s Archive at Posey and Polemics

July 28, 2018

Diamante + Alliteration: 2018-07-28

by Venkat

time
tames, twists
twigs, threads, tales
tresspasses, tussles, makes
molten, mountains
mellows, moves
memory

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July 7, 2018

HER PLUNDERING TONGUE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

In A Playful Moment
She Caught Me
Totally Off Guard
With A Blindside Kiss

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May 2, 2018

Memories of your Hug

by cmapillay

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There is a silence around
But i am craving to hear that voice
The one that brought peace to me
The one that hasn’t left me with a choice

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April 16, 2018

Altered Carbon

by braveandrecklessblog

I pinned my phosphorus heart

to the crisp linen sleeve

of my mourning suit

where all could see

your initials

carved deep

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April 12, 2018

This Feeling of Loneliness

by pranabaxom

I wrote this poem in Hindi couple of days back.  This is a rarity for me.  Hindi is not my mother tongue and Hindi grammar,  specially keeping track of the change in gender of the subject / object / verb combination is difficult for me.  From time to time I did venture in writing a few.  I translated the poem to Axomiya ( Assamese – my mother tongue)   and to English .  Posting these below with English translation first followed by original Hindi poem and then Axomiya translation.
( In the Assamese translation, the translated word for Eerie ( or strange) is a compound word “Advut”.  Even with my best try, my PC ( Windows 10) will not allow this compound letter/ word to be written properly.  So I was forced to replace it with a synonym, Achahua.  

Eerie this feeling of loneliness
Lips have not kissed the bottle

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November 7, 2017

A PRICELESS GIFT

by thereluctantpoet

A PRICELESS GIFT
By Charles Robert Lindholm

The applause of the world
dies away
and is forgotten

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October 9, 2017

Travel

by Venkat

*Alliteration Poem – Travel*

7th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Thunders throng, torches twirl
Tusks tainted, timber tracks
Tropics tussle, tepid trunk
Thud trees, thud thoughts
Twisted tyres, tracks torn

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September 29, 2017

Memory

by Venkat

*Alliteration Poem – Memory*

28th Sep’17  ~by Venkat

Maples, murmur my melody
Melodies, murmur my morning
Mornings, murmur my muse
Musings, murmur my motifs
Motifs, murmur my memories

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September 26, 2017

Nautilus

by braveandrecklessblog

I travel spiral path

bare feet sinking deep into soft sand

circles twisting ever tighter

as I navigate this nautilus

walls curved and translucent

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September 6, 2017

Tripped

by braveandrecklessblog

I stumbled

over our history

didn’t mean

to leave it on the floor

where anyone could find it

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August 10, 2017

There Are Miles

by Abigail Gronway

There are miles, but that’s all they are.
Having to be away from you is not easy;

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July 30, 2017

Crystalline Memory

by braveandrecklessblog

We fell into memory

like sea salt into soup pot

crystalline structure

losing integrity

dissolving

into warm liquid

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July 27, 2017

Sitting in my Armchair

by thom amundsen

I was remembering a time,

when I was younger,

a quiet, reflective, young,

boy.

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June 19, 2017

Ephemeral

by braveandrecklessblog

Wanderer

passing through

slivers of place and time

unconsciously dropping pieces of

my heart

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June 12, 2017

Secret Lives of Girls

by braveandrecklessblog

Memories of summer nights

sky midnight silk

studded with diamonds

my heart beating fast

with you sitting next to me

on a scratchy plaid blanket

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May 22, 2017

Bunch of Faded Pictures Lost in Abyss of Memory

by pranabaxom

The wall is blank for ages now
Lost the habit of framing and hanging
Photographs on the wall
Modern technology brings
Instant attachments
From across the seven seas

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May 19, 2017

“Memory after you”

by Lena Bitare

Like a lost soul
From a deep sleep
In a dazzle
Of frizzle I keep

Flashbacks
Flashes of lights
In a blink of my eye
They blew me high

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May 8, 2017

Memory Brushes Past

by braveandrecklessblog

Memory’s delicate tendrils

reach out

brush the nape

of my neck

cause an electric shiver

that courses

down my spine

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May 4, 2017

Spring Break

by scatterednotebooks

heavy heart
cluttered mind
pain and confusion
had to be left behind

wandering soul

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