As I trace the route to his apartment, the twists and turns, and pass once more the old tree opposite his house, I am struck by a sudden thought: memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.
Azar Nafisi in Reading Lolita in Tehran (2003)
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Nothing Is Certain
I can’t even if wish to cry
You needn’t go anywhere to find out why
It may be worthless and futile try
Some of the reasons may compel you to feel shy
It brings some sort of an attachment
It had been sort of loose alignment
We breathed and spent glorious moments
Fear all of sudden gripped to resent
Why all these bonds and relations?
When we were made sure on interruptions?
It was to end any time with all uncertainties
Whether with bad memories or with beautiful niceties
All religious books are full of descriptions
Vividly explained with quotes and inscriptions
“Life is precious and don’t waste”
May be sour, sweet and bitter in taste
This is in fact accepted reality
Always appreciated for its quality
what a life to enter and depart
even thought we have remained closely as part
I would term it as an opportunity
To serve in unusual way with capability
Amidst sufferings and miseries all around
Still with little hope to find ground
Not a word may find place in your honor
As the tree may be uprooted in tremor
Life may cause many such upheavals
Yet all set for staging to sustain and excel
I may feel no remorse
Even thought it is weakness of course
Who can tell what for he is on this beautiful earth?
Where nothing is certain except death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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Dreams Of A Child
I was just a kid
In love with you
I couldn't sleep
For thinking of you
You never hurt me
You never sent me away
You always loved me
In your own special way
I was a child in madness
Violence and sadness
But you showed me the way
To love one day
I thought I loved you
I thought you loved me
I guess it was
Just the tears of a child
Wanting to be loved
When I laid in bed at night
And heard the pain
Of my mothers plight
I'd close my eyes
And think of you
You never hurt me
You never sent me away
You always loved me
In your own special way
Dreams of a child
Turn into nightmares of a man
Making me want to end
This life of hell
But then I think of you
And the dreams I had of you
And decide to stay another day
Childhood memories lost
Except for the ones
Of knowing you
You never hurt me
You never sent me away
You always loved me
In your own special way
When I lie down and die
I will always know
I at least loved once
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Those Memories
I am so lonely to be honest. My feelings are depressed and I miss you so much. Have to stay alone forever because the girl whom I truly love is not with me anymore. Only those memories remain which I shared with her in my beautiful past. She is mine in my dreams because in reality I cannot hurt her. She has no idea about how deeply I love her. Only her I have ever loved truly since she has been the only girl in my life.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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A Simple Thing Like Cry
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
If it didnt hurt so bad
If it didnt hurt so bad
Maybe I could cry
If I thought it was all a joke
And you were putting me on
If I could just make a wish
And this moment would be all gone
If I could see a trace of hope
Somewhere in your eyes
Maybe then I could do
A simple thing like cry
If it didnt hurt so bad
If it didnt hurt so bad
Maybe I could cry
Dont you know I plan to spend
Every moment of my life with you
Now youre trying to tell me
That my dreams just wont come true
Thanks for giving me a million reasons why
But it hurts too bad to do
A simple thing like cry
If I thought it was all a joke
And you were putting me on
If I could just make a wish
And this moment would be all gone
If I could see a trace of hope
Somewhere in your eyes
Maybe then I could do
A simple thing like cry
If it didnt hurt so bad
If it didnt hurt me so bad
Maybe I could
If it didnt hurt so bad
Maybe I could cry
I could cry, cry
If it didnt hurt me
If I didnt love you
Hurt me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The big tree
Lets make a tree house for ourselves,
I can remember the words of my love,
Piling up fine wood with your soft hands,
I can see the visions of my love, .
I remember the hanging ropes,
Climbing the tree and tightening them,
It was a tree that we made our tree,
Tears role down my cheeks standing before it,
The footprints of a lost lover I see, .
Your imprints brings sorrow to me,
The tree brings me memories
The swings we made there my love,
Playing while hoping for tomorrow,
Remember the marriage we planned,
The wedding we admired,
And children we debated about,
You said three and i said two,
It was under the tree,
And ended under the tree,
Death took you by surprise,
My hopes so long gone,
My wishes drained into mystry,
Im all alone, with the tree, our tree
You have gone my love,
I wanted to marry you,
I wanted us to grow together,
With our tree, the big tree,
The swings are empty,
The tree house so desolate,
Im missing you.......
This tree shall be symbolic to us,
Us, , , the us that will never be,
As seasons shall surely change and pass,
The tree shall die also,
And will be left all alone, ,
Of course, in solitude
Im missing you
poem by Sir Gaylord Munemo
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Dont Fade Away
(coverdale/vandenberg)
As I stand at the crossroad,
I see the sun sinking low...
With my cross of indecision,
I cant tell which way to go...
Now I have seen the seven wonders
And I have sailed the seven seas,
Ive walked and talked with angels,
And danced all night with gypsy queens...
All in all its been a rocky road,
Twists and turns along the way...
But, I still pray for tomorrow,
All my hopes, my dreams
Dont fade away... dont fade away...
I have painted many portraits,
Memories of love and pain,
Though cut down by lifes deceptions
I found the strength to start again...
All in all its been a rocky road,
Twists and turns along the way...
But, I still pray for tomorrow,
All my hopes, my dreams
Dont fade away... dont fade away.
Heaven help a man
Trying to make up his mind,
With the darkness closing in,
I feel Im running out of time...
Shine a light for me,
Help me find the way to go,
And take me where Ive never been before...
And so I stand at the crossroad,
Watching the sun sinking low...
With my cross of indecision,
Trying to find the way to go...
All in all its been a rocky road,
Twists and turns along the way,
But, I still pray for tomorrow
All my hopes, my dreams
Dont fade away...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Little Wonders
Let it go,
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in,
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
Let it slide,
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine
Until you feel it all around you
And i don't mind
If it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by,
It's the heart that really matters in the end
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain
All of my regret
Will wash away some how
But i can not forget
The way i feel right now
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours, still remain,
Still remain
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These little wonders still remain
poem by Tiana Webb
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The Clasp
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds,
we had been in the apartment two weeks straight,
I grabbed her to keep her from shoving him over on his
face, again, and when I had her wrist
in my grasp I compressed it, fiercely, for a couple
of seconds, to make an impression on her,
to hurt her, our beloved firstborn, I even almost
savored the stinging sensation of the squeezing,
the expression, into her, of my anger,
"Never, never, again," the righteous
chant accompanying the clasp. It happened very
fast-grab, crush, crush,
crush, release-and at the first extra
force, she swung her head, as if checking
who this was, and looked at me,
and saw me-yes, this was her mom,
her mom was doing this. Her dark,
deeply open eyes took me
in, she knew me, in the shock of the moment
she learned me. This was her mother, one of the
two whom she most loved, the two
who loved her most, near the source of love
was this.
Anonymous submission.
poem by Sharon Olds
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House of Flesh
Crooked,
decrepit windows
see the world in shades of grime.
This lonely house sreaks
and groans in the rain.
Tattered
mother-eaten drapes
cover the hurt of abandonment.
People pass by
and talk cheerfully
of their own inhabited homes,
graced by the presence of a loving owner.
They are filled,
overflowing,
with friendly masses.
They are filled with people
who look in pity and distain
at this crumbling house on the corner.
These bodies pass by
with not a thought to this sad house,
all alone
begging for someone to pass it's threshhold,
to care.
Poor abandoned house on the corner,
quietly falling to pieces as the seasons pass.
No one wants you.
poem by Meggan McGuire
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Miss Him Always
I will miss him always
As he always showed the best ways
Suited to my future and career
He remained near and dear
He may be acting as very harsh person
But there will always be some reasons
Who may not like to be kid to their children?
There can’t shift in relation all of sudden
Many children won’t go near to their father
The hard face may push them farther
The cruelty and unknown sentences can be read
They will think badly about their dad
But all of sudden the spring may bring boom
They all may be laughing in their room
As father had always looked after their needs
Provided all the comforts and valuable feed
We could read change on his face
He wanted to find real roots and trace
Where we all be heading in near future
He wanted to make it doubly sure
We loved this quality very much
He was not blind to eventuality as such
He would take us into confidence
Treat us as friends and confide at once
When we are fast asleep
He would never allow us to cry or weep
He had planned well in advance for our upkeep
He has now nothing to worry or any tension to keep
Soon it has become distant reality
He is no more among us and taken away by almighty
We are missing him dearly
But it was understood by us clearly
All heads of the family may be of same stuff
We can hardly make any move to bluff
They are made of fine blend to take our care
Without him we may have no place to go anywhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bob
I had a friend that took a blet, took a blet and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling in the apartment where he lived
I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his doctor martins on
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity, though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations in the apartment where he lived
I had a friend that took a blet, took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful; ler, he thought him pitiful
Me, Ive never been back to the apartment where he lived
song performed by by Primus
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Sonnet: We Work For Others
Why till the soil whose owner is not me,
And waste my time, energy and my sweat?
Can I be sure to taste fruits of my tree,
Or leave it to another tongue and fret?
Why clean the house belonging not to me?
I am a tenant just paying the rent!
Why can’t I live a life more selfishly?
Why can’t I be perhaps independent?
If each one thought in such ways, maybe
We can’t enjoy this kind of luxury!
All things today that we enjoy, you see
Were from forefathers which time did bury.
No one is sure how came his property!
To give to others is God’s liberty!
poem by John Celes
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Always for My Wife
The moonglow on the apple tree
silvers the blossoms I can see
and turns it into fragile lace.
A simile I can trace
back to the day you married me.
Resplendent in your modest,
the dainty veil which hid your face
could not conceal your innate grace.
Nor yet the mischief in your smile,
demurely walking down the aisle
up to the altar where I stood
waiting as a bridegroom should.
Such is the spell the moon can cast
reviving memories from the past.
To me you’re like the apple tree
mature; still beautiful to see.
I loved you then I love you still
the vows we made we still fulfil.
Now we are old we understand.
The symbol of the golden band.
we each placed on the others hand.
No power on earth can countermand.
Our promises made honestly
we’d love each other faithfully.
We did we do and we always will.
(7-May-07)
poem by Ivor .e Hogg
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You Were The Passing Wind Of Our House
you pass by the house
like the wind
cold at first we felt
we thought we gonna miss you
but by then
we closed the door of the house
let one window open
we breathe
to regain what was warm
and comforting
once
then we sighed for that wind
we are not hopeless somehow
the other packets of winds
are coming
from all scattered directions
myriad
all eager to feel us too
our arms are true
our hands softer in our accepted
weaknesses
we do not ask anymore
what passing must be
and where those winds are really going
we understand that birds have to migrate
to far places
in order to survive
some people simply have to go
to map out their own destinies
we still live in this house
where we weave some dreams
in some little ways
we embark in the embroidery of
the delicate flowers
of our souls
and then we look at everything we have
been tasked
we nod, there is so much passion still
so much passion
yes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wrong House
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn't got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn't like a house at all.
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn't got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn't like a house at all.
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house -
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn't got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn't like a house at all.
I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call…
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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You Were Like The Young Fig Tree
You were like the young
fig tree by the cliffs.
And when I passed by
you filled the sierra with sound.
Like the young fig tree,
resplendent and blind.
You are like the fig tree.
The old fig tree.
I pass, and silence
and dry leaves greet me.
You are like the fig tree
that lightning struck old.
poem by Miguel Hernandez
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Blind
a past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried
after all this time
I never thought we'd be here
never thought we'd be here
when my love for you was blind
but I couldn't make you see it
couldn't make you see it
that I loved you more than you'll ever know
a part of me died when I let you go
I would fall asleep
only in hopes of dreaming
that everything would be like is was before
but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor
after all this time
I never thought we'd be here
never thought we'd be here
when my love for you was blind
but I couldn't make you see it
couldn't make you see it
that I loved you more than you'll ever know
a part of me died when I let you go
after all this time
would you ever wanna leave it
maybe you could not believe it
that my love for you was blind
but I couldn't make you see it
couldn't make you see it
that I loved you more than you will ever know
a part of me died when I let you go
and I loved you more than you'll ever know
a part of me dies when I let you go
song performed by by Lifehouse
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What Am I Doin' Here
What am I doin' here
Alone in this lonely house
This house that we dreamed about
This house we shared till you walked out
What am I doing here
This place ain't no good for me
It just brings back memories
And the last thing I need is memories
I should be movin' on
What am I doin' here
Now that you've really gone
Why can't I dry these tears
But oh, the years we had
Here in this house that we both loved so madly
I've never been like this
Just livin' in yesterdays
But there's so much I miss
And so much that I still can't face
If there's a chance for me
I just can't see it now
All I see is what can't be
And all I see is no way out
I should be movin' on
What am I doin' here
Now that you've really gone
Why can't I dry these tears
But oh, the years we had
Here in this house that we both loved so madly
What am I doing here
I should be movin' on
What am I doing here
What am I doing here
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Take Risks and Adventure
Why are you bruised like that?
'Following you has not been easy.
I thought it would be a breeze,
When given 'you' as an assignment.
But you make unannounced twists and turns.'
And all this time I thought you wanted to be my shadow?
With a desire to remain attached like a moth is to a flame.
Either way...
You should have said something!
I would have told you,
The ride is not a smooth one at all.
I take risks and adventure!
You should have been here to witness,
My earlier injuries.
I had my eyes closed when they happened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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