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Moments with You

Reminiscing about days of the past
Jumbled images of my life amassed
Chasing the end of another decade
My passion is not a masquerade

What date will be life's lethal dose
Praying that I will I get to say adios
Until then, I'll keep on loving you
Having fond memories to accrue

My past, your past...ancient histories
Together, we will hoard anniversaries
Though one day I'll be called up yonder
So moments with you, I won't squander

poem by Charles Hancock
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone

I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Images of Time

The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.

Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.

Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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The Past

Looking back, looking at you
Loving you alone not even a few,
Waiting there, waiting for you,
Like a man in a long queue
I knew my love was due,
I sworn not to love a few,
But to love only you

The moments we had did last,
Looking at you, looking at the past,
It was love, it was never lust,
The wonderful momentss in the dust,
And the dances in the grass,
The kisses in the mist,
Yes those I do miss,
The moments of laughter and peace,
With great precision and bliss,
Its the past, never did it last

Thinking you, seeing the past
By then we thought it could last,
The love just pure and vast,
In my mind you were the first,
Among the loved you were the most,
Its a phase, its the past
You made us damp and we had rust,
In my mind you are now the last,
It was love by then, it is the past

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Reminiscenes

Oh those days gone past my era of joy,
“Come back – come back’’ I’m yelling
now. Still today when the memories
of those days flashback, a moment of
smile returns with the images of a few
happy friends holding hands and
Rejoicing-rejoicing in the small school
of Jnaneshwar. The river of love was
flowing in full swing, here-there,
everywhere was joy and joy and amidst
that joy lived some joyful friends happily.
we will never meet, my dear friends, all
of us once again and even in this
tearful life of today the slight memories
of those days bring back the smile on my
face. Oh those days gone past my era of
Joy- “please come back”.
Violent tides battle in the ocean of tears
each day that I remember the days gone
past in to the pages of memory, and the
Harbor though strong and resistant soon
falls apart as the teardrops wet my cheeks.
The stream of life haunted through the coot
and hern and joy bubbled at each fall until
it made a sudden sally and listed a thousand
miles between us which changed all. Late at
nights I’ve often awoken to cry for the laughter
that reverberates in my dreams, and soaking my
tears, I’ve often turned back expecting your eyes
which never allowed me feel solitary and I’ve passed
each day hoping that this day is the last day of
separation but the time is the arrow which once
shot, never really returns back.
Oh those days gone past my era of joy, don’t
Leave me broken, torn and lovelorn-
“Please come back.”

poem by Saket Suman
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The Last Dance With Past

Destroyed and alone i walk to you my past
With opened arms i run to you my past
I knock the doors of distances
There behind them painful memories lies
May can i catch the last chance
To hug the memories of the past
And make with them my last dance

For the last time to try
To arouse the misty pity
And the constancy of the past
To revive the inscrutable pain of the past
May for last time i can remove that insensible gauzy veil
That lies there like an insect between and around
the misty pity of the past

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Lay Here

laying in the grass
the grass that quitely speaks
speaks to me
about LIFE

life is real
life is fake
life is everything
life is hard to explain
you live then you die

the grass lays and brakes to the wind
the WIND
the wind is soft
the wind is hard
the wind is everywhere
can you follow the wind?
can you be everywhere?

i lay and remember
remember my PAST
the past is mine
the past is yours
i share the past with you
so can i remember 'my' past?

as i talked to the grass
i realized that the
that befor the day i die
i will not see and know everything
i will not have been everywhere
but i will have a shared past with 'her'
a life, a life to tell others
to past down my wisdom

MY LIFE IN MY MIND IS MINE

poem by Thai Hood
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The Future Of The Past

New times are now old ones,
Old ones are now history,
History becomes ancient,
Ancient becomes unknown,
Unknown shifts though time,
Shaping and molding in every which way,
Unknown times become myths,
Myths become religions,
False becomes truth,
Truths move to morals,
Morals are now what we live by,
Now has just become then,
The past has once been the future,
The future will soon become the past,
You were once born in the future of the past,
But the past has caught up,
And taken you with it.
Like a deadly arrow the past pierces life,
The future itself becomes victim to its strike.
As if to be Bonnie and Clyde,
Hand in hand the two opposites collide,
Together bringing everything to their long awaited fate.
Doing what they do best toward their ever most passions,
The future and the past are, and were, the two deadliest assassins,
Today,
Tomorrow,
And yesterday...

poem by Justin MonacoBarnes
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Epics Are The History

Ancient stories are held as histories;
Recent histories are built as stories.
We are misled by both about the past
And what is perceived from it is a myth.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breath by Breath

Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!

poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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They Come To Go

These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.

They can be discussed on a daily basis.
Or ignored as they speed away.
These days that we have been given to witness,
Will be better off lived...
Then reminiscing how they were,
And what was done.

Too many will discover themselves lost,
In the things they once did.
And not prepare their minds for what comes,
With maintained faith and not delusions.

These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited.

Especially when those changes made,
Aren't here to stay for anyone.
They come to go.
With no empathy shown,
To those who don't grow.

For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited...
To live and adjust as they must.
Will discover all their beliefs,
Dusted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone

Everything of the past is a memory gone
Remembering my past will only be a sign of weakness
Now life is so cruel, that the past has left no meaning
I am very alone and that is how I have to live my future life.
Anything which reminds me of my past, is to be stayed away from
That is the best and the only way to survive.
If I said I still do love you
Then it would be a big lie now
Since, now the love which I had for you has actually turned into hate
Earlier I loved you a lot and very truly
Now I do not love you
As a matter of fact, the hate is so much that the pain of the past is like a volcano
Which will just blast, if I ever again came close to you
Stay away my past, you are my memory, which is gone.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Does Your Past Travel With You

Does your past travel with you to where-ever you go
In your thoughts do old friends stop by to say hello
Do you go to the pub for the beer and sing song
With you from the past memories have come along
Do you hear the babble of the clear mountain rill
As it journeys on down from the foot of the hill
On to the great river that flows to the sea
Your past you take with you in your memory
Fond memories of your younger years you do recall
For your white and brown jack russell terrier you throw the tennis ball
Which she fetch and dropp at your feet to throw to her again
A memory a whole lifetime for to retain
Does your past travel with you to where-ever you go
In your thoughts do old friends stop by to say hello?

poem by Francis Duggan
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Whither Trust

whither trust

trust - the treasure
of the past
lost amidst the
dust of greed and time

in the clutches of the worst
witnessing the thurst
of the beast
called the man
so called human
so called the educated
so called the intellect

ready to connect
to the corrupt
live life to the fullest
mind locked with lust

trust - the treasure of the past
trust - the treasure of the past! !

poem by Jai Prakash Satyamangalam Bhupathy
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The Door to the Past

The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.

Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.

My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.

The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.

Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.

The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Truism Sonnet

Truisms become truth, as justice become adjudication;
Knowledge becomes reality, and reality, life's education!
My heart has stopped beating since 2007, that Veteran's Day;
Ached has it since, more than I could ever say!

Our life together, so amazing, so true;
Our family, together, so beauteous and new;
Though, KMKG is what we may be proclaimed:
Kristina, Maurice, Kalina and Gabriella, who we are, in name!

What is past is prologue, or so it may be said;
What is past affects us, until are days are dead;
What is past never ceases, nor leaves us alone;
What is past ne'er halts, until we have truly grown!

Whensover my love, you allow past to leave us-
Then only my beloved, will you truly see us!

Maurice Harris,8 December 2007

poem by Maurice Harris
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But A Mist

Our life on earth is but a mist, no matter how long that list,
Of those things in the past, of achievements we amassed,
Or those things we want to do, before time here is through,
For we are simply a vapor here, with that end drawing near.

Years of three score and ten, a time decreed for most men,
With good health, maybe more, no man can be totally sure,
Or one could have a shorter end, to the life they have friend,
Short or long, our life will be, a small blip in light of Eternity.

All the things that we’ve done, are fading like the setting sun,
Maybe, still a memory in our mind, but, they’ll be left behind,
The distant memories in our heart, many gone, as we depart,
From this earth and the past; a time for all that shall not last.

Of the present, we don’t know, how much we have yet to go,
Or what could change friend, to alter present time we spend,
Pursuing all wants and needs, uncertain where a future leads,
And death is as sure as birth, for all one day leave this earth.

All our lists, present or past, apart from God shall never last,
But all done for Christ shall be, transferred over into Eternity,
When life’s mist is over and done; in eternity with God’s Son,
Where these mists will endure, with Jesus Christ forevermore.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Pages Of My Mind

Faces from my past flicker
through the pages of my mind
along with shadowy figures
I wish I had left behind.
Old loves and new loves
smile and say hello as they pass
through the pages of my mind.
They come in quiet moments
when I am at peace with the world.
Reflecting images of times left behind.
There are no future images,
as those pages haven’t been written yet,
only ones from a distant past.
They stroll across with happy moments
written on the pages of my mind.

11 January 2009

poem by David Harris
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Lethal Dose Of Love

(r. stewart/a.taylor)
Wild thing!
Shouldve known better
With a girl like you
You satisfied my every need
What a little heartbreaker
You turned out to be
Prettiest face Ive ever seen
Oh dance little sister, you turn me on
You make my blood run hot
Killer legs in that short black dress
Baby you was born to rock
I dont mind you fooling me around
Just dont let me out of your jail
I dont mind you messing me up
I tell all my friends
Its a lethal dose of love
Lethal dose of love, watch out
Lethal dose of love
Lethal dose of love
Lethal dose of love
Should ve know better
With a girl like you
Youre totally misunderstood
I hear them talking
In this one horse town
You scandalize the neighborhood
My family was shocked by your antic views
The color of your lips and hair
Even my brother whos a God fearin man
Poor boy had to sit and stare
I dont mind you fooling me around
Just dont let me out of your jail
I dont mind you messing me up
I tell all my friends
Its a lethal dose of love
Lethal dose of love
Yeah yeah yeah
Lethal dose of love
Lethal dose of love
I hear the clicking
Of your heels on the stairs
You dont talk and I dont ask
What a little difference
Some eyeliner makes
Tomorrow youll be back in class
Although my blueprint for happiness
Depends on you
Ill cook and clean and be your slave
Ill tie you up but I wont tie you down
Baby, I might even shave
I dont mind you fooling around
Just dont let me out of your jail
I dont mind you messing me up
I tell all my friends
Its a lethal dose of love
Lethal dose of love
(repeat and fade)

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Looking At The Past...

when i look at the past
i will always have something to say

i can write all the days of my life
simply glancing at it like it is

a movie watched by Howard
for months without a bath or break

i do not think that it is crazy
to go over the past images over and

over again, there is much to see and
say, for in there, i had always been

muted, i was blinded, in such a
deafening helplessness

now, i must ceaselessly mention it
to the world, as a matter of coping up

on such a short time, on such a
breath that is so limited, so so limited.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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.