I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World
nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat
nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades
nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone
nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick
nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks
nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us
yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives
but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's Better With The Good Eye
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Looking back at oh so far away.
Memory’s just another way to see.
A place to go on holiday for free,
Forty years ago if it’s a day.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
And was that other person really me,
What changed, why could I not stay?
Memory’s just another way to see
The way things were around us then when we
Thought all our dreams were surely on their way.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
The sky was always blue it seemed to me,
Every day the sun shone so they say -
Memory’s just another way to see,
But now I know that life’s not lunch for free
That bitter fruit is served on many days
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Memory’s just another way to see.
Martin Swords
“Prompt Poems”
Villanelle
March 2008
poem by Martin Swords
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The cure for anxiety about the future is not nostalgia for the past.
My life is very exciting now. Nostalgia for what? It's like climbing a staircase. I'm on the top of the staircase, I look behind and see the steps. That's where I was. We're here right now. Tomorrow, we'll be someplace else. So why nostalgia?
quote by Jeanne Moreau
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I don't play nostalgia acts. I don't play nostalgia shows.
quote by David Cassidy
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On The Last Hour....
incoherent
hour
nostalgia vomiting
nostalgia
hands wrap your
body of
hands
desire is gone
welcome
total blankness
you leave everything
to God to
God
switch to switch
turns off.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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hazy winter morning...
nostalgia like the girl
next door
with a great body
who looks innocent
tanka by Chenou Liu
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I remember those days with Bergman with great nostalgia. We were aware that the films were going to be quite important, and the work felt meaningful.
quote by Max von Sydow
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The Chronicles of Nostalgia Part 1 Pick up Something... a memory
Amidst the pain i crawled and reached for
The pocket knife, suddenly a memory to abhor
Slipped through my hands into my mind
I swatted it away along with the flashback I tried to find
My flashbang, for i was sweating anticipating the next enemy
As soon as my fingers impacted the surface a memory did come
A memory of her, but
She is gone... I must forget... I feel confused... must
I just chased my memories around and
Around, but when i got to the end there was a sting
Of pain and angst and a pang of my nostalgia
With shackles of my shadow I once was, I cannot sing
The tune
Of life nor rejoice with love in June
No, school seems just a s hollow
This poem is a personal self pit wallow
This is the tune of nostalgia
Sometimes it has repercussion, others times
After just one rhyme
Life and pain drift away
This very day
Today hear the ballad of those whose
Nostalgia is malignant.
poem by David Knox
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Love's perfection
Oh I am so fortunate.
In the past and in the present.
We fell in love, and loved
and it was total
and unexpected
and revelatory
and unique, of course
and consuming
and falling in love with the whole world too
and with life itself
and a compass
and the possibility of a map
and lacked nothing
and was everything.
And it was so perfect
that now
when I see your double around the town
who looks just like you
and was you
there is no need for nostalgia
or regrets
or how-it-might-have-been-if
or even self-congratulation
because it was so complete
and completed.
I am so fortunate.
I would like to think
(for we talk, easily, but never of the past)
that it is the same for you
for that way, completeness is doubled
and something, perhaps
given to the world.
We are so fortunate.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A society that has made ""nostalgia"" a marketable commodity on the cultural exchange quickly repudiates the suggestion that life in the past was in any important way better than life today.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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To Relive A Past That Delights
With a sweetened presentation,
And the use of dimmed colorized lights.
Appetizers to appeal and nostalgia to invite,
A sense to relive a past that delights...
Would soothe those who get easily upset,
By these times that move forward...
Many now live with a facing of much regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nostalgia
It is difficult for many to leave behind,
Their feelings of nostalgia.
An excessively sentimental yearning,
Overcomes some for a return to a past...
That has made them 'homesick'.
Even though the period and conditions once lived,
Are irrecoverable...
The attempt to do it has led many to insist,
With a protesting that their wishes are met.
And with threats, there are those who demand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Banks Of Ganga: IX
Colourful petals
Yellow, ochre, white
Red and green
Halt a while around me:
Moments of present ecstasy
Nostalgia of yester years
And future days
Surrounded by chilling waters
My body quivers in chillness
When will it turn into a cold mass?
Will it then recall petals of nostalgia…?
I slip into my future moments of oblivion
My body flowing with the rapidity of Ganga
I don't know!
I can't say!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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San Joao - The Monsoon Jamboree
With an age old aim at revelry
is this fiesta during the rains
With fun frolic and gaiety
the social awareness it campaigns
By the creek adjoining the church square
it's akin to a carnival fest
When flotilla of colorful country boats
sail past in their regal best
Music blaring out at the loudest
with ethnic flavors from the past
Touch nostalgia and age-old magic
as if trying to create and cast
San Joao, San Joao, Viva San Joao! !
Sung In reverberating repeats
A choral reminder to one and all
ambling through Siolim Streets
poem by Sunny Chopra
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The religious hatred
Muslims and Christians
Who are converts of Hindus,
Have got no nostalgia that
They were once Hindus
As Hindus who were converts
Of Jain or Buddhists,
Having no nostalgia that
They were Jain or Buddhists.
Temples were replaced by mosques
As shrines of Jain and Buddha
Had been replaced by temples.
Religions destroyed brotherliness
04.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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Hope And Banality
Tired of exhibitionism,
nostalgia for an eternal
herd of thoughts -
moves for the real intent
the intensive thirst for unknown.
The lie stamps the vanity on a pseudo book.
Everything turns in a rage,
and pain strips to bone.
Dressed in his gaudy fame,
great idol lifts the arm.
Must I become a part of this motley crowd?
The return is difficult
for the disowned faith.
Great hips, broad shoulders and pointed nose
reach nowhere.
Beneath the disillusion lie the shades
of hope and banality,
to choose a tomorrow
which will never arrive.
poem by Satish Verma
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Nostalgia
We all at sometimes hark back to days gone bye,
in our memory they seem better than today,
then we stop and think for a little while.
Where they really better than today?
Has our memory fuzzed out the hurt,
and blotted out the thing we want to forget?
It is a question of perspective.
They were great if you want them, to be that way,
or they were horrible, as far as I recall.
Nostalgia can swing either way.
The choice is always yours
how you remember your yesterdays.
poem by David Harris
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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