A Little Trip Down Memory Lane
I found a box filled with notebooks
each filled with my writings of yesterdays.
Writings that I had forgotten about
across the span of time.
They are of no great importance,
but within their contents,
I wonder if I will find some missing gems
something, I may have written down
and forgot about many years ago.
I’m going to have to go through each one.
It will be like returning to the past
without the baggage it held.
A little trip down memory lane
when dreams were active then.
I shall take my time and linger
trying to remember what I was doing
when I wrote whatever is there.
11 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Boxes Filled With Memories
Sort through any loft
and you will be surprised
at what you find.
Remnants of former lives
that might have lived there.
Boxes filled with memories
you stored up there
and then forgot about.
Some filled with memories,
fragments of your past.
As you go through them,
you smile and remember times
associated with the contents there.
16 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Writings On The Wall
The writings on the wall brother
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall.
It looks you in the eye mister
Its time we stand up tall
Go see and understand the writings on the wall.
Strange we hold on to things that have no grace
Or power
While death holds on to us much more with every
Passing hour
And all the time you thought it would last
Your life, your friends would always be
til theyre drunk away or shot away or die away
From you.
Theres nothing that you need sister
The lord is in you all
Life is designed to see the writings on the wall.
The musics in the air mothers
You may have heard it call
To you that you may see the writings on the wall.
Be careful going home sister
Be watchful down that road
Youve got a lot of love sister
More to grow.
The writings on the wall brothers
Your life is in your hands
Its up to you to see the writings on the wall
I hope that you may see the writings on the wall.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Hidden Gems
Whenever we have, a sort out
we can almost guarantee we will find
hidden gems that have been forgotten
over the passing years.
Discovering these little gems
sends us back to our memory store
as we search to remind ourselves
of the time we got them many years ago.
These little gems found
bring a smile to us once more
as they did to us
all those years before.
1 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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Travelling down memory lane
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends.
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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Trvelling down the memory lane
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Travelling down the memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Travelling down the memory lane
is college, fun and friend.
Travelling down the memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Travelling down the memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Travelling down the memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
Poet: Spandan Bhattacharyya
poem by Spandan Bhattacharyya
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Almost
I almost got drunk at school at 14
Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen
Who almost went on to be miss texas
But lost to a slut with much bigger breasts
I almost dropped out to move to LA
Where I was almost famous for almost a day
And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn't cut it
Almost loved you
I almost wished u would've loved me too
I almost held up a grocery store
Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more
Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug
Cuz he almost made off with a bunch of good drugs
That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away
And I wish I would had the nerve to ask you to stay
And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn't cut it
Almost had you
And I didn't even know it
You kept me guessing and now I'm destined
To spend my time missing you
I almost wish you would've loved me too
Here I go thinking about all the things i could've done
I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton
I know we had our problems I can't remember one
I almost forgot to say something else
And if I can't fit it in I'll keep it all to myself
I almost wrote a song about you today
But I tore it all up and then I threw it away
And I almost had you
But I guess that doesn't cut it
Almost had you
And I didn't even know it
You kept me guessing and now I'm destined
To spend my time missing you
And I almost had you
I almost wish you would've loved me too
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Strolling down memory lane
Strolling down memory lane
Where the colors begin to fade.
Strolling down memory lane
Is where I want you to come along.
Strolling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind.
Strolling down memory lane
I won’t be afraid.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not lacking in color.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not a big bummer.
Strolling down memory lane
Not a storm in sight
Strolling down memory lane
is joy without bite.
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Stands the test of time.
Memories are like dream, a reflection of the past.
My memories can kiss my…
Ask me no questions I will tell you no lies.
poem by Taran Burke
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In Memory of John Lothrop Motley
SLEEP, Motley, with the great of ancient days,
Who wrote for all the years that yet shall be!
Sleep with Herodotus, whose name and praise
Have reached the isles of earth’s remotest sea;
Sleep, while, defiant of the slow decays
Of time, thy glorious writings speak for thee,
And in the answering heart of millions raise
The generous zeal for Right and Liberty.
And should the day o’ertake us when, at last,
The silence—that, ere yet a human pen
Had traced the slenderest record of the past,
Hushed the primeval languages of men—
Upon our English tongue its spell shall cast,
Thy memory shall perish only then.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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My Dear Father
Sitting at my desk
I found myself in the past
Thinking of my father,
My dear father.
Then I remembered my mother
Her magical green eyes, giving me what I missed
But it wasn’t enough, I wanted more,
I wanted protection,
I wanted love,
Love from my dear father
I try to remember him
But he was not there,
There was my imagination
Playing with my thoughts
thoughts full of hate, it’s probably a mistake
But it was the mistake, of my dear father
I guess you don’t want to hear what I have to say
But I found it
I found the love that I needed
I found the missing piece,
The piece to complete my happiness
It wasn’t exactly what I have expected
But it was there and it filled me.
It filled me with pain, with passion
It filled me with strength; it filled me with a man’s body
It filled me with love as well as misery
It filled me with everything my dear father didn't
poem by Jomar Rosario
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Summer Days of Yesteryear
We often live surveying the past
as a summer season comes around,
and selecting the days of living freely
in our memory will be found.
We scrutinize the events of other Summers
experiencing great pleasure and delight
that once we knew when we were just
youngsters when life seemed to be all right.
Through the fading days of yesteryear
we filled our life with many dreams.
From childhood days to adulthood days
it was just a natural step it seems.
We miss the thrills that once was ours
the days we felt were always free.
We live it over each Summer time
and always remains a pleasant memory.
Too swiftly is the flight of time,
Though plentiful be the exuberant ways
that lead us down memory lane
to the scenes of other Summer days.
Though another Summer season shall end,
One wish for all of you we hold
May Summer always bring an abundance
of joy and memories a hundred fold.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Rainbow’s End
Sometimes we linger longer
in places we should not stay.
We linger because we think
we’ve found happiness there.
Then one day in the future,
it doesn’t look rosy anymore,
so we move on.
One day we are determined
to find that place at rainbow’s end
and we’ll linger forever there.
1 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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REALLY! How Imaginative
People have stated,
They 'see' themselves...
Depicted in your writings.
Do you find that to be a compliment?
Or is that to you a coincidence?
Purely circumstantial is it?
'I find that most strange.
Since most of my writings,
Are focused upon the sexual preferences...
Of bees vacationing alone without their spouses,
In the Antarctic.
And doing 'odd' things with the polar bears there.
You know...
In The South Pole.'
REALLY!
How creative.
And all this time,
I perceived your depictions to have a human element...
Associated with them.
I see this clearly now.
Very vividly.
'REALLY!
How imaginative.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once they're lost
Old books piled
every dusty room
notebooks scattered
on every stack.
Some full others not
just gathering poems
on pages most bad
a few worth typing.
Can't find half finished sonnet
start throwing
filled notebooks in boxes
as they fill
put in garage
a couple years before rereading.
Only then will half-finished poem
let itself be found,
muse playing games.
poem by David Howerton
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A Time For Everything
Once it seemed there would always be
A time for everything.
Ages passed I knew at last
My life had never been.
Id been missing what time could bring.
Fifty years and Im filled with tears and joys
I never cried.
Burn the wagon and chain the mule.
The past is all denied.
Theres no time for everything.
No time for everything.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Time Tells Time
My mirror tries to convince me that I’m old.
Yet I have a fresh face I’m told.
So these furrows in this body I behold, as
I recognize skin-deep beauty does not rebirth.
Still, I remember things way back yonder:
Sculptured summer grass,
Children ringing around roses
With Pockets filled with poses,
Barren tree leaves
Floating in the breeze...woman!
Waste no time on younger years
For the past archives them.
I’ll never be older than the goddess of art.
My lover, you'll never be older than thou art.
Let the earlier years delight in the older ones
For to understand the old-
The new must been known.
February 2,2008
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Bigger Than Elvis
Come, lets talk just you & me
For once just let me be.
The little boy you used to know.
Relive that summers bliss.
Cause they came no more like this.
Those were the days,
The days when love was still in style.
All I ever dreamed Id be
Is what you are to me.
Bigger than elvis.
And for all the missing years,
A memory reappears.
Bigger than elvis.
I saw you on tv.
The king, you were to me.
Could you feel me watching you?
At times my heart got mad,
Only heros are allowed
To run free, that they could come back inside of me.
All I ever dreamed Id be,
Is what you are to me.
Bigger than elvis.
And for all the missing years,
A memory reappears.
Bigger than elvis.
We know the sadness of goodbyes
Must be the one thats bringing tears to your childs eyes.
Oh, from now on Ill walk with you
Making music like you do.
Would you believe I always knew?
You were never hard to take
In some mysterious way
Bigger than elvis
And for all the missing years
Your memory reappears
Bigger than elvis.
Now Ive found the missing years,
Forgotten all my tears.
Ive found the missing years.
song performed by by Chicago
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Fields Of Gold
There are fields of Gold behind the little house
Filled with the greatest of treasures
Bronze, Gold and Silver
Do you remember?
Remember our childhood, Our life’s
The shinning Silver sparkling in the skies
The brightest Bronze hidden under the ground
The greatest Gold glimmering through the fields
Can you see them?
Picture it in your mind
All the times we danced
Every time we laughed
Where we used to love
Or have you forgotten?
Forgotten the good, Forgotten the bad
Every memory
Every moment
Every word
I wish you’d remember
To turn back time, So you could take me
Take me to the gold
To the fields on a summers day
To our fields, our treasure
The Silver, The Bronze
The Gold
But the treasures gone
The house still remains
The fields just as empty as the day we left
Times have changed
Our life’s have changed
Our Silver gone dull
Our Bronze all rusted
Our Gold long forgotten
It was never there
The winds of time and turns of the earth have seen to that
But I remember
I cry for the children who found the greatest of treasures and those who lost it so soon after
And I dream of dancing and singing and running and laughter, of the treasures that lie in the fields of Gold.
poem by Carrie Halliday
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It is not half cooked
Having heard and read, I wrote.
Having seen and felt, I wrote.
I wrote of love and romance
From experience and perception.
As I wrote I was soothed.
Don’t scorn my writings as half cooked.
10.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time Has Taken Them Away
I am a man who lives in yesterdays,
in a world of worn out photographs
with faces I want to remember
but more often that I can’t.
I want to go back and relive
some of the best moments in my life.
Talk again to my school friends
who somehow shaped my life.
I want to rebuild what I left behind,
try to find so many things
that were lost in an earlier time.
I want to go back to my yesterdays,
but time has taken them away.
28 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Unsolved Mysteries
The world is filled with mysteries
some are of ghostly tales;
some are disappearances
that happen now and then.
Look at any newspaper
on any given day
and you will find a mystery
tucked away somewhere there within.
Some mysteries are of murder
and other deeds most foul,
but some are just plain bizarre
which are never really explained
even to this day.
Why would garden hosepipes
want to burrow deep into the ground overnight?
Strange you may say
and I will certainly agree with that,
but it really happened and not just once.
There was a whole spate them
many years ago
and no one had a reasonable explanation
why it happened, only that it did.
Just another unsolved mystery
in our world filled with them,
another something
no one will ever be able to explain.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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