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I remember the day tDr. King died. I wasn't angry at the beginning. It was like something very personal in my life had been touched and finished.

quote by Lena Horne
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The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak

The young dead soldiers do not speak.

Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them?

They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.

They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.

They say: We have done what we could
but until it is finished it is not done.

They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished
no one can know what our lives gave.

They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what you make them.

They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.

We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.

poem by Archibald MacLeish
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5. Sports Day

I remember our school sports day
Where we all went out to race
I remember jumping in a sack
And falling on my face

I remember someone calling out
Next race is starting soon
I remember running down the field
With a stupid egg and spoon

I remember throwing beanbags
At a circle on the floor
I remember not being very good
But going back for more

I remember coloured sashes
And I wore the colour green
I remember what we won that day
Wasn’t easy to be seen

I remember looking at the score
We were still at the beginning
I remember what our teacher said
It’s the taking part not the winning

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Mama's Best....

i fully remember that night
when i lost in an
oratorical contest,
mama was beside me
when we went home
inside the car and
she embraced me
saying that i gave
my best but the
judges by personal
taste chose another.

'you are still the best
my son' she said kissing
my forehead.

i have always known
mama as the best.

how can i not live
pursuant to her
wishes? for in her
before she died
my understanding about
what life is
(it is not a race
but a personal journey)
has since then
become perfect.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember the day I was born

late in December when winter

takes away the warm

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember when I was in my teens

with long curly hair

and bell bottom jeans

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma it wasn't long ago

you where working in your yard

planting fresh flowers

you use to work so hard

now you can't make your flowers grow

OH no Oh no

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember the day I was wed

let no man put asunder

is what the preacher said

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember my one and only son

born one day after your birthday

that's when his life begun

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember, Me?

I wrote this about a year before my Mom died of Alzheimer's

wondering I guess what might jog her memory when she forgot me

thinking if I reminded her of important things in my life that are considered mile stones of my life.

My Mom passed in July 2011 not knowing me.

© 2012 Marcus Goodman

poem by Marcus Goodman
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I remember the difficulty we had in the beginning replacing magnetic cores in memories and eventually we had both cost and performance advantages. But it wasn't at all clear in the beginning.

quote by Gordon Moore
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Do You Remember Any of It? I Do

i remember when i met you
i remember when i fell in love with you
i remember when you said 'i love you'
i remember when i said it back

i remember what we had planed
i remember how perfect we were
i remember the late phone calls
i remember the songs you sang me

i remember when everything turned up side down

i remember the endless nights of tears
i remember wishing things were back to the way they were

i remember how you hurt me
i remember feeling like i was nothing to you
i remember waiting to hear from you again
i remember your last words to me

i remember they were ' i dont know if i love you anymore'
i remember feeling like i just died
i remember thinking you died
i remember the pain

do you remember any of it? i do

poem by Alicia White
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Today I Died Again

The human drum
Beats a rhythm of life
The clothes he wears
Date back to the war
He talks alot
Often to himself
She dont say much
Just cuts his hair
She cant remember
Before the heat
He cant remember
His wifes christian name
Paint me a picture
Towers in sand
America can fall
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Back to a year
Back to a youth
Of men in church and drug cabarets
Is this the age
Of empires and dance
Oh what a world
Oh what a world
She cant remember
Before this heat
He cant remember
His wifes christian name
Paint me a picture
Bodies in sand
Presidents can fall
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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The King Of Pop

The child, the man
The legend and still the child
And like a child you died...
You had it all
And had nothing at all....

Through out your tormented life
You managed to become the king
Surrounded by people
All over the world
But still lonely and empty
When with love
You offered all...
Now I can only said
In one word:
You were born a king
And died like a king...

Now you became like
A star shining above
Which had been gone
Long time ago...
You will always live with us...
Tribute to the king of pop
Who made it to the top
And will always remain with us...
Through the end of time....
R.I.P. king...

©All Rights Reserved-2009

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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With First Steps Taken

In it from the beginning!
With first steps taken and a curiousness.
Yes,
In the beginning...
I felt was mine was what I touched.

And it seemed so real,
I could take...
What it was I touched.

In it from the beginning!
With first steps taken and a curiousness.
Yes,
It was the beginning,
That made me feel...
I could take whatever I touched.

And it seemed so real,
I could take,
What it was I touched.
And wanted much.

Like a toy I saw another child with it and had,
I wanted.
I wanted.

Like a car I saw drive away from my path,
I wanted.
I wanted.

Like a love between two people shared,
Who acted like they walked on air...
I wanted.
I wanted.

And it seemed so real,
I could take,
What it was I touched.
And wanted much.

If I saw somebody new and they were with someone else,
So what...
I just wanted.
To get up on it.

And it seemed so real to me,
I could take anything I wanted.
To flaunt and get up on it.

Like a love between two people shared,
Who acted like they walked on air...
I wanted.
Oh yes,
I wanted.

Because it seemed so real to me,
I could take anything I wanted.
To flaunt and get up on it.

Yes, it seemed a dream to me...
To feed whatever I wanted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just One Kiss

I remember the time that
You rained all night
The queen of siam in my arms
Remember the time that the islands sank
But nobody opened their eyes
Remember that time that the trees fell down
The wood crashing through the wall
Remember the sound that could wake the dead
But nobody woke up at all
Somebody died for this
Somebody died for just one kiss
Remember the time that the sky went black
We waited alone on the sands
Remember the taste of the raging sea
But nobody held out their hands
Somebody died for this
Somebody died
For just one kiss
Just one kiss
Just one kiss

song performed by by Cure
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His Hand

I remember the man
whose hand I loved.
I can even remember the feel when gloved.

It touched my body.
It touched my heart.
I can still remember it though it did depart.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Death Dies Again

It was death himself
at my swords tip
shocked at his predicament
unaccustomed as he was
to insouciance
and unfamiliar he was
with his own impending ending.

How do you tell Death that
his own death comes?

He said.
'How am I to meet
alls end this way
when I am the very symbol
of the terminus;
the end for all and the other many? '

'Tell me how I am come to this end;
the irony of my own dead death
now near? '

'Death must die' I said
as life itself begins'

'Its not so mysterious Death
to understand.
You are not the end but
my own beginning
and I am life's insistence at the beginning;
that coming to the fore
youth moving to sure
and steady borning.

'That is the cycle of all things, '
I said.
'You die death;
not a sad departing
but my own new beginning.

'How sad' Death said
'I understand your glib reckoning
but my death to me is personal
and while the Great Cycle
to you is mesmerizing
for me it is my fully sensed ending.

Endings are personal and while
loves I've known
have found new loves
it has not
and did not
obliterate
old love's ending.
And that is I.

Old loves die
and their death
is not erased
by new love's
beginning;
they fade
away amid the sad
sighings
we hear at night
when alone
in our beds

in the dark
crying.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The biggest lessons I've learned in life have probably come from a bad situation, from an angry situation, even if I wasn't the one who was angry.

quote by Evan R. Wood
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An Egghead...

i remember an egghead,
his head feels so light
like silk handkerchief inside your hand,
you do not pay particular attention to its color
i know,
you have no time for an egghead,
but i always remember him and you are angry
why i remember him and i am your favorite brother
who rose to the skies
more of a kite on a windy summer
and you do not like me to
sympathize with an egghead,

you see, you cannot blame me brother
i am traumatized

he broke his head in front of me
and you left him spilling his gray brains on the street
amidst those indifferent people
who merely pass by
as though no one died that early morning

you are one of them
with coat and tie
and who do not care if
others die,

if you call me another egghead
i may by now, be a little dignified

but i promise you
there will be no more brains spilled on this angry street

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Remember...

I remember that day all to well
I remember how you fell
I remember that hospital room to this day
I remember what you would say
I remember the hope in your eyes
I remember the last time I saw you alive
I remember my unknowing last words to you-I love you
I remember the day you died
I remember the tears I cried
I remember you always and forever

poem by Ashley Kenny
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You, Yesterday and I

Yesterday wasn't just another day
There the earth moved on its axis
There the sun appeared on time
There the moon blinked at the sun
Yet yesterday wasn't another day
The passion we shared yesterday
Doesn't make it just another yesterday
The yesterday's warmth of your eyes
That traced all my nuances
The yesterday's breeze that touched me
After it touched you
The yesterday's redness of my lips
That you so fondly painted
The yesterday's voyage on sea of love
That we together dared
The yesterday's purple of love
That I found after you left
All these and more of yesterday
Still follow me today...

You see
Yesterday wasn't
Just another day!

On 28th of Sep 2011 at 17.47hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Memorable

I remember your eyes and your smile,
I remember the beauty of your face,
I remember where I thought about taking you,
I remember imagining that special place,
I remember how you would laugh
And bring your hand up to your lips,
I remember the gentle touch of your skin
When you touched me with your fingertips,
I remember how you held me close
When I asked you if I may have a dance,
I remember when we talked about
How we were brought together by chance
I remember when I would look up at you,
I remember how you would smile at me,
I remember how nervous I would get
Whenever it was you that I'd see,
I remember how our eyes would lock
And neither of our heads could turn away,
No, I can forget what I remember,
I'll remember it all until my dying day.

poem by Alex F. Chavez
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Memorable

I remember your eyes and your smile,
I remember the beauty of your face,
I remember where I thought about taking you,
I remember imagining that special place,
I remember how you would laugh
And bring your hand up to your lips,
I remember the gentle touch of your skin
When you touched me with your fingertips,
I remember how you held me close
When I asked you if I may have a dance,
I remember when we talked about
How we were brought together by chance
I remember when I would look up at you,
I remember how you would smile at me,
I remember how nervous I would get
Whenever it was you that I'd see,
I remember how our eyes would lock
And neither of our heads could turn away,
No, I can forget what I remember,
I'll remember it all until my dying day.

Alex F. Chavez

poem by suchul Jin
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My makeup wasn't smeared, I wasn't disheveled, I behaved politely, and I never finished off a bottle, so how could I be alcoholic?

quote by Betty Ford
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We Remember The King

As the strippers,flyin through the valley,is that friend in memory we made, is
A true friend we have lost, we remember the king.
We remember,we remember the king
We recall,we recall everything,
We will tresaure all of the gifts,that he did bring
We remember the king.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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