Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.
quote by Paul Getty
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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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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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Speculation Defined
Buying for the day use
Or in bulks at less price
Is not speculation.
If bought fearing rise
In price for later use
Then it is speculation..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For me the greatest source of income is still movies. Nothing - stocks, financial speculation, real estate speculation or businesses - makes more money for me than making movies.
quote by Jackie Chan
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Speculation is useless without proof;
Proof impossible without speculation.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Granny Them Words
Make hay while the sun shines
Don’t be idle don’t waste time
Think before you talk
You must creep before you walk
Idle hands find idle things to do
Do unto others as you want done unto you
Short cut leads to short life
Every man needs a house for his wife
Go to school get an education
For the world is full of corruption
Birds of a feather flock together
Respect your mother and father
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise
Like a song from a flock of birds
These where Granny Theme Words
This poem is dedicated to my deceased grandmother Maude Patterson may she rest in peace.
poem by Anthony Yorke
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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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A Moment Of Happiness
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
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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Flourishing Idle
as life comes to an end, everything ceases no one
the solution leads nowhere to found, friends have gone
sometime brothers forget your name, ostracize by
many, only your own name is hardly be remembered,
whom you think that will not leave you, even at the
end of time
now you’re alone in the paradise you drunk...wake up!
Brothers’ time looks no goodbye, it's just move slowly
waiting you to drift into a memory of history that you
die, for each bottle of wine or rum; never the hard
drink would hold, to makes you happy, nor life always
say that every day is a holiday, always ask that vices
and lapses made you crazy and made every step
forwards uncertainty of no where to be found
face and flourish the idle in you, leads your own, the
high way is near and far looks the same; the clouds
seems it cloudy but its sunny, the ice melt and pour to
the ground, seen no drops but the air brings back to the
sky, see every breath and smell the touch, its nothing
but a returning home to the flourish land of creation
come to your senses, spoiled the day with your closing
eyes and moist the surface of your pupils, the answer
lies in your decision, always go what is nothing to reach,
yet! full which is empty to suck, life is not all what
it takes only a swing of what is today and live time of
tomorrow, Flourish your idle my Brethren..............
poem by Antonio Liao
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Little Man, What Now ?
An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(but they couldnt name you)
Though the panel were very polite to you
Oh, but I remembered you
Friday nights, 1969
Atv - you murdered every line
Too old to be a child star
Too young to take leads
Four seasons passed
And they axed you
Nervous juvenile
(wont smile!)
What became of you ?
Did that swift eclipse
Torture you ?
A star at eighteen
And then - suddenly gone
Down to a few lines
In the back page
Of a faded annual
Oh, but I remembered you
I remembered you
song performed by by Morrissey
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Fire In The Twilight
Hot on the run from the grip of the power game,
The man who leads the way, the man who leads the way.
Shell in its box from his home that theyll never tame,
The man who leads the way, the man who leads the way.
Chorus:
He is burning, burning in the twilight.
He is burning, turning to face us.
He is burning, fire in the twilight.
He is burning, turning to lead us away, away, away,
Lead us away, away, away.
Taking a break from the role of the everyday boy,
The man who leads the way, the man who leads the way.
Is he for real or is he back to the old way boy,
Can he lead the way, oh can he lead the way.
Hes searching, but hes lonely, and hes hurting, but hes only,
Waiting for a chance just in time to live a life.
Does he need ya, does he want ya,
Does he listen to what you say?
Is he only waiting for the simple way?
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Wang Chung
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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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Idle in June
She dares not let the world hear her speak,
She's getting thin and looking meek,
A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak
She lays idle in the month of June.
Her hands are cracked and stained from mud,
although she bathes in lathered suds
There's a little of me inside her blood
She lays idle in the month of June
She carries child at her old age,
She's stuck inside her fleshy cage,
Her father birthed her insidious rage
She lays idle in the month of June.
They locked her in a cell up high,
The crime of seeking suicide
Some women they are born only to die,
She lays idle in the month of June.
One day, I know, I'll see her soon,
How I loathe the month of June,
We'll met again come the next new moon,
I won't forget her, idle in the month of June.
poem by H.J. Shreeve
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Love Leads To Madness (Alternate Extended Version)
Do I feel alright?
I'll go anywhere you say you wanna take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
'Cause I feel alright
I'll do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay
We've been up all night
Tryin' to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
'Cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin'
We won't give ourselves away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Do you feel alright?
And can you see me when you're lookin' in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart don't pay
Run away-ay-ay
Don't you give yourself away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
song performed by by Nazareth
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Love Leads To Madness
Do I feel alright?
Ill go antwhere you say you wanna to take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
cause I feel alright
Ill do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me, far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay
Weve been up all night
Tryin to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin
We wont give ourselves away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Do you feel alright?
An can you see me when youre lookin in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart dont pay
Run away-ay-ay
Dont you give yourself away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our lova leads to madness
(written by nazareth)
Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
Lyrics used by permission
All rights reserved.
Reproduction prohibited
song performed by by Nazareth
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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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Beside The Idle Summer Sea
Beside the idle summer sea,
And in the vacant summer days,
Light Love came fluting down the ways,
Where you were loitering with me.
Who have not welcomed even as we,
That jocund minstrel and his lays
Beside the idle summer sea
And in the vacant summer days?
We listened, we were fancy-free;
And lo! in terror and amaze
We stood alone – alone and gaze
With an implacable memory
Beside the idle summer sea.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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