Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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Somewhere Easily Accessible In My Memory
SOMEWHERE EASILY ACCESSIBLE IN MY MEMORY
Somewhere easily accessible in my memory-
Faces of people I last saw sixty years ago-
The smells of a long lost neighborhood-
My parents in so many ways-
Worlds upon worlds upon worlds
Which only I know,
And which will in a few years disappear.
Waste is the way of the universe
Of Life in which most species vanish from the earth
Of my small experience also-
It will all go
When I go.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Shared Secrets
Shared secrets.
Experimental form.
Today
And tomorrow
Will soon be history.
Years pass
So very fast
Though we can remember vividly.
Some day
Because we did
Something out of the ordinary.
Days out.
Or holidays.
Long cherished memories.
Today
Like any day.
Could be such a day possibly.
Some days
Make no impact.
But others very easily.
Remain
Permanently
Embedded deep in memory.
Known to.
No one but you
And one other possibly.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The mind is like a sheet of white paper in this, that the impressions it receives the oftenest, and retains the longest, are black ones.
quote by Julius Charles Hare
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As Many Illusions… (Revised)
A perfect evening feeding rainbow-coloured
beads to eyes ravenous for beauty, a favourite
movie, callous girl who cries on family loss -
her mom especially - fights to get them back,
along with her I too had fervent tears
Washing dishes after a fabulous meal to chansons
française - musique folklorique pour enfants:
Brave Marin and Mam'selle Angèle - long
thought lost - feeling passionate and oh
so very young again
Music still retains its charm after so many years
I see delightedly; I thought increasing age inured
me to the joys of youth, not true - small things
relished when young still fill my heart
with wonderment, especially
If I allow recall to go right back to those moments
of magic when I tried to create as many illusions
as possible…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years old. Those about me called it scarlet fever, and its very name seemed to have a diabolical quality.
quote by Pierre Loti
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First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not infrequently) to our cost, when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible professions or studied actions. A man's look is the work of years it is stamped on his countenance by the events of his whole life, nay, more, by the hand of nature, and it is not to be got rid of easily.
quote by William Hazlitt
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No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain its impressions are unmistakable.
quote by Marquis de Sade
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I dare you Adult content
I can recall quite vividly
the day I solved the mystery.
How girls and boys were different
. We were so young and innocent.
Our youthful curiosity
was satisfied quite easily.
She showed me hers. I showed her mine
Noting the different design.
We were too young and innocent
to understand quite what it meant.
Why she was different from me
it made no sense that we could see.
Until later years when we
were fast approaching puberty
Our bodies underwent great change
as hormones tried to rearrange
and reinforce the difference
The things began to make more sense.
We’d left our childhood days behind
and we were struggling to find.
A new sense of identity
which would provide stability
Though we were hovering in between
what we were now and what we’d been.
We settled down eventually
and we were ready physically
To fall in with Dame Nature’s plan
Unaltered since the world began.
I must confess when first I tried
it left us both unsatisfied
I was too quick she was too slow
there was so much we didn’t know.
Practice makes perfect so they say
and so we practiced every day
and learned to bless the difference.
We realised it made good sense.
That boys and girls were different
If this was sin I won’t repent.
Although the priesthood say I must
It was not simply down to lust.
To us it was a learning curve
apprenticeship we had to serve.
I still recall it vividly
a not too painful memory.
4-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I love my daughter: but
I know, I know the exact word
I use it very frequently.
Then suddenly, it’s quite absurd.
I cannot trust my memory.
I’ve always trusted it before
and it has never let me down.
But that’s is not true anymore
and forms a reason for my frown.
My daughter says it just might be
because I’m getting on a bit.
I cannot possibly agree.
I’m aghast at the cheek of it.
I’m not old just eighty three.
I do not doubt that I will be
the first one of my family
to reach my own centenary.
What does it matter I forget
some little things occasionally
I know what’s getting me upset
Her lack of sensitivity.
The word will come if I just wait
That is a racing certainty
But I do not appreciate
a recaltricant memory.
There must be something I can do,
to stimulate my memory.
I think I’ll take up something new
Some thing active probably.
I may be old but I’m still fit
to think and act competently
My daughter talks a load of bull
I won’t forgive her easily.
Thursday,12 November 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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That Memory
That Memory
I want that memory
The one where I’m jumping
On the trampoline
With my grandkids
Holding their hand
Crossing the street
Teaching them the simple things in life
Like how to meet and greet the world
The people in it
I want that memory
Don’t you?
Of the first time they see a butterfly
Or see a tear dropp fall from my eye
It seems all of a sudden I know
The innocence
The confidence
of youth is strong
They believe for a few years
Adults are all wrong
Now it seems with time
We’ve all written our own song
Now I have that memory
Don’t you?
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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Recollections for friend T'J Becker
The butter lamps cast a soft glow.
As chanting monks in unison
their voices blending come and go
to raise their morning orison.
And thus begins another day
that’s filled with studying and prayer
As these devotees seek the way
The motive which has brought them there.
Although their faith I do not share.
I can share their serenity
Which permeates the very air.
A scene which still entrances me
I can recall it vividly
from memory so easily.
16-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Age considers, youth ventures
Age considers, youth ventures
Age visualizes, youth dreams
Age makes theories, youth experiments
Age loves, youth longs
Age sees people, youth sees places
Age knows belongings, youth discovers them
Age pains to gain, youth gains to others' pain
Age has heart, youth has mind
Age is thoughtful, youth is tactful
Age ponders, youth wonders
Age recounts, youth counts
Age is experienced, youth is in experience
Age is cautious, youth dashes
Age floats, youth swims
Age lives, youth still making a living
Age is in touch with termination, youth with determination
Age is confident, youth is competent
Age adds years to living, youth adds life to living
Age is lost in past, youth is drowned in future
Age is grown, youth is crown
Ageless is youth, youthless is age
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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In my earlier paintings, I wanted the space between the picture plane and the spectator to be active.
quote by Bridget Riley
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Within The Souls Of My Heart
Vividly the cascades of your memory
waltzed into my heart with echos of
yesterdays harbored memory
In a haze upon the horizon is your
wisper that was so softly calling my
name
Colours of pink, softly touching my
shoulders, with a hue of silver outling
the background, very powerfull, but
boldly pronouncing the memory now
reminds me clearly that yesterdays
shadows are cemented tightly within
the souls of my heart........
poem by Bonnie Collins
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Unable To Suppress
Unable to suppress
my dreams while she'd undress,
nor easily dismiss
the memory of her kiss,
forget
her wet,
wild passionate embrace,
when I recall her face,
I put them in a poem
so other men may know them.
The lines 'nor easily dismiss/ the memory of her kiss, ' are Ira Gershwin's words to music of George.
2/13/98
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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His impact would have been of transient memory and comparatively small importance, had not that impact occurred at a time and in a way to make it supply particulars from which momentous generalizations can properly be projected.
quote by Robert Welch
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The memory should be specially taxed in youth, since it is then that it is strongest and most tenacious. But in choosing the things that should be committed to memory the utmost care and forethought must be exercised as lessons well learnt in youth are never forgotten.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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The memory should be specially taxed in youth, since it is then that it is strongest and most tenacious. But in choosing the things that should be committed to memory the utmost care and forethought must be exercised; as lessons well learnt in youth are never forgotten.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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