Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
quote by Alan Bennett
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Born Knowing
a rare few
are born
knowing
knowing
pre-birth
meeting
memories
of before
birth born
life spent
remembering
knowledge
reality
purpose
pre-birth
life line live
remembering
purpose timing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Famous Fable
The famous fable,
The famous table,
The famous stable,
The famous cable,
The famous babble,
The famous gable,
The famous parable,
The famous variable
The famous sable;
But, able to crown your love with my muse!
For, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Remembered The Rain
I remembered the rain...
the day we sat together
watching the rain drops dancing before us
on the window before our eyes
I remembered your face...
the expression in your eyes
the frown on your brow
looking at the rain dancing before your eyes
I remembered you...
looking at me
with that soft, pained, wistful look in your eyes
knowing in the midst of the rain, around us
that you were trying to remember me
so that you would not forget my face
on the day we were finally apart
All that we ever had was the rain...
that day
And what we remembered
of each other's face in the shadow of the rain that day...
Now, without you...
I hear the rain...
only the rain, and remembering your eyes
that soft, pained, wistful look in your eyes
tearing me apart, crushing my heart
As I remember you...
The Chronicles of Acid Part 2 Forgotten
Such a condemning word
People in herds use it all day
That is why I must say
My rhyme
Forgotten truly means so more much more
It means you've become one to abhor
It means you're not worth remembering
It means you're not worth loving
It means that you'll just fade when you die
Whether or not you do good and help your friends tie
Their ends and make them meet
With loss of memory they'll greet
You as a stranger
You who loved her
Because you're forgotten
Not remembered
Doesn't matter if you surrendered
And gave them everything, because now you're just a pen
Now you're just these words, just the memories you hold
The stories you told
Because all their memory of you
Is 'who? '
Cause now you're forgotten and that's even worse then 'Not Knowing'
poem by David Knox
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In the spirit of Rumi - 7
‘My Beloved,
what can I give you of myself,
that I have not given? ’
My Beloved said
‘O my dearest one,
in all places, at all times,
remember Me.’
‘O My Beloved,
how can I not do that? ’
* * *
In tears, I returned to My Beloved
and said
‘O my dearest one,
a week has passed, and the world
pressed hard upon me…
‘The next day, I remembered You
three times each hour;
the second day, I remembered You
but once an hour;
on the third day, I remembered You
in some hours, once; some twice;
some not at all… and so it went…
But O My Beloved,
each morning as I woke
I remembered through my tears
how I had forgotten You…’
My Beloved said
‘In the remembering of the forgetting
there was a feast of sweetest honey for Me,
hiding like a new young bride
laughing with her bridegroom,
laughing with her eyes on Him,
in the silken tent of love.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence. Remembering heaven. That was the essence of hell.
quote by John Jakes
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Remembering
Remember those golden days
We used to walk hand in hand
I was your friend, your fool, your lover
I was your man
I can see you then
Smiling, looking straight at me
You caught me unawares, I blushed
Lets sit beneath this tree
I cant get over the change in you
I cant get over the change in me
And I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering the old ways
I can recall you running to a sweet shop
You stopped
Bought me something
And you handed it to me
You were my girlfriend then
The first that I ever had
The first that I ever kissed
And the first to make me sad
I cant get over the change in you
I cant get over the change in me
I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering the old ways
Oh yeah
I keep on remembering
I keep on remembering
Oh yeah
I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering
Your pretty dress
With the zip up the back
I used to love you like that
I used to love you like that
Oh yeah
I keep on remembering
I keep on remembering all about you
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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My little book
blind as I was, deaf as my friend yet! have
gone as furthest as the universe, I thought
that was only a great dream of my past
laughing me seems to easy, for once I was
a little child is always a child, it was the day
where my father and mother hold me so tight,
closing my bulging eyes as they read, telling
some fabulous stories and then gradually falls
my attentive ears down to my sight and there
no more
all comes to meet my fantastic imagination,
making my childhood memories filled it all, with
what is all remembered is not what it makes, for
what ever is heard now has gone as it is done
books tells me different stories, that relates my
ways, for I taste of what is the past and today, simply
I know that hearing is not reading and reading is
always remembering
my little book paved me the way that in my little
room I will be free....read and read and read...the
only way to visit and see, of what is yesterday for
the future belongs today.....and reading always
become part of me
poem by Antonio Liao
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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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Love Has Remembered Me
Written by: myles goodwyn
Love wont remember me
Its been so long
And thats what Ive told myself
But you proved me wrong
You opened up my eyes
And helped me to see
That love has a way of finding
Those in need
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered, love has remembered me
I felt so all alone
And at times afraid
That love had foresaken me
It just seemed that way
Then you walked into my life
And you turned my whole world around
Ours is a true love
It cant be found
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered, love has remembered me
Love wont remember me
Its been so long
And thats what Ive told myself
But you proved me wrong
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered
Love has remembered
Love has remembered
(love has remembered)
song performed by by April Wine
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Land Of Memories
Some days I like to sit
and close my eyes
drifting a million miles away
to the land of memories.
Just sit alone as if at
some old movie theatre
and watch images of my past
as they play across the screen.
Just sit and stare at nowhere
within the eyes of my mind.
Remembering and remembering
all the places, I have been and seen.
To listen again to the ode of love
that whispered through the trees,
feeling the warm winds again
that caressed my cheeks.
Sit alone from the daily grind,
disappearing into the canyons of my mind
and drift across my past
into the land of memories.
poem by David Harris
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Thank You
Memories of accomplishments,
Come as a relief as a nourishing rain.
A sacrifice maintained,
Has flourished to produce results.
And a gleaming sustains as bright,
As the light that shows on the face...
Of one who finally knows,
That feeling of achievement...
Released and received to please.
Knowing,
Something did that has been done...
Will be remembered.
What can one say...
But,
'Thank You! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Dared
All that is,
And welcomed to be remembered...
Lives here,
In my heart within me.
To be recaptured,
As fresh
Or as stale as I choose to recall.
So packed my life is with memories.
Sometimes I find myself laughing or smiling alone.
Knowing I've done some outrageous things.
And happy today...
I dared!
And was encouraged to live uninhabited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams in the Dusk
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Sitting Alone On A Beach
Looking out onto this sea
A Silence sweeps over me
Alone upon this beach
I sit and cry
Remembering all the good times
Knowing I'll never see your face
Knowing I'll never feel your touch
Knowing I'll never hear your sweet voice
I cry some more
Wishing you would come back
Wanting to turn back the clock
On this empty beach
I sit alone and cry
poem by Brenos Spider
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A Survival Of Love
On a mid-winter's night
when the stars were bright
a stranger came into town.
As he looked around
it was then that he found
that all of the ground was white.
It was beautiful to see
and he wondered if she
would be looking out at the snow?
All the time he'd been gone
as he approached the front lawn,
he prayed that there she would be.
His hands were so cold.
They were wrinkled and old
but they remembered the feel of her face.
So much time had passed by.
Many tears they did cry,
not knowing what their future did hold,
In between all the years
there'd been so many tears
not knowing where he did go?
He'd been hit on the head
robbed and then left for dead.
but survived and as his head clears
He cannot recall
who he is at all.
No memories of whom he had been.
What was his name?
Was he insane?
Amnesia had created a wall.
He had a wife
who prayed for his life,
never giving up hope he'd return.
Every day she would go
and look out at the snow
as the years had brought nothing but strife.
Not knowing at all that his amnesia's wall
came suddenly crumbling down.
He remembered his past.
He traveled there fast
and he came to the town of snowfall.
As he approached in the snow
she was at the window,
looking at what she thought was a ghost.
Trembling to see
Was it really he?
She opened the door very slow.
She felt his hand.
His hand held a strand
of her hair that was white like the snow.
They couldn't let go
for they both did know
that their lives ended just as God planned.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Twilight Reveries for M' lady Pamela
The daylight fades as twilight falls.
The Magic Hour
when memory recalls
words of power.
Those words which make us recollect
with clarity.
Much more than we expect
so vividly.
That tears unbidden fill our eyes.
The past is gone,
though to our surprise
it lingers on.
As half forgotten memories,
which at this hour.
Come and go as they please.
Sweet and sour.
Entranced by twilight reveries.
Remembering
with surprising ease.
Everything.
Such vivid pictures from the past.
We had forgot,
time had so quickly passed.
Willing or not.
I think perhaps it’s for the best.
That darkness falls
and frees us from the spell
which so enthrals.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fear Brings Fame
I hope I become famous,
Like MLK,
Down by a bullet,
With still more to say.
I hope I'm remembered,
Like Saddam Hussein,
Loved is great,
But fear brings fame.
I hope I'm forgotten,
Like Mao Zedong,
After being forgotten,
Shits still all wrong.
I hope my chapter,
Is a lesson in terror,
Because good is remembered,
But fear lasts forever.
poem by Trevor Thompson
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I Remember
Yes, I can recall
Yes, I do recall
The memory of...
You
Oh yes I have remembered
Sometimes I drift away
To a place
Where time does and always will
Stand still
Yes, I often do...
Think of you
I remember you
With every single one of my senses...
Strong is the smell of summer
Blooming
It swirls around me
The sensation of the sun
Warming my face
Clearly, I envision you
Smiling at me
While the sun sets dreamily
On a horizon
That doesn't seem
So far behind you
The breeze, like your touch
Carressing me
Upon my lips, I taste your kiss
Emotions rush
Remembering how
Your love would wrap itself
Around me
Safely and securely
Gently
Remembering you,
Loving me
poem by Erika Wingo
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And Her....too
once again you stroll
an old boulevard with no changes
of its landscapes
huge acacia trees
a hundred years old
a memory of the nuns
teaching the catholic religion
the same patches of grass
and same old towers
watching the sea from pirates
of old
kidnappings of maiden
fair and brown
you take the walk
at dusk and you breathe the
smell of the past
relieving the lungs like trees
all roots and no branches or leaves
you remember
this is what you do
always remembering and savoring
the memories
there is a tinge of pain but it is as sweet
as each syllable
in your poem.
the boulevard lights begin
to die and you meet faces
smiling at you
but you go beyond what is there
piercing
the ears of the past
wanting to hear
how it sounded
the pain inflicted
the love disregarded
there is so much talking
so many persons inside you
sigh, you take the walk
again, you move on without looking back
as to who is following who
and whom
the rain falls
and you take shelter on a closed bar
across the road
he is sleeping on a chair
and someone wakes him up
for he is too drunk and lost
you think that you could have been him
you shrug your shoulders
no, it isn't
you call a cab and you take the ride
now you are on your own
self-made
perhaps too selfish but no, no, no.
it is a bright day now
and you look forward to going home
where she is always waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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