Good With The Bad
At work today in a quiet moment
I remembered where I used to work
over forty years ago.
I remembered the faces,
most of them have passed away
and the others are scattered
to the four winds of providence,
wherever that may be.
It was the silly and embarrassing things
that sprang to my memory,
then came, the upsets and defeats,
the shouts and arguments.
As with all memories,
you’re going to get the good with the bad
and the bad always seem
to outweigh the good.
22 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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She was in the profession
She stopped her work at her lawn when she saw me
and leaned over the fence and we talked for over two hours
with my elbow on her posts and my feet resting
against the palings.
She had worked forty years in the same profession
and had seen generations through the doors. She
had enjoyed her work and people still call her to
tell her about themselves; they express their gratitude
and how much of a difference she had made.
She walked down the fence, waved her arms
and returned to the corner where I stood.
But what was work for?
she asked.
Forty years doing what was good for others
but nothing that was good for myself.
What was work for? she sighed.
What were forty years for? It destroyed me.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
poem by Raj Arumugam
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An Album From My Memory Store
Today I dipped into an album
from my memory store
as a place that seemed familiar
triggered off the memories.
The years then rolled back
and I was there again
some forty years ago.
Faces flickered passed
gone now but never forgotten.
The good and bad times
rolled by in unison.
For a few moments
while that album was open
it held a mystic I’d never known
and left me wondering
where were the faces I knew then,
and where were they now.
poem by David Harris
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In The Way Back Then
Seven years ago,
I went back to Canada
after forty-two years.
I walked down a road
to show my wife where I used to live.
The road was built on rolling hills
and as I came over one,
I knew instantly where I was.
Things had changed
in those forty-two years,
some would say
it was unrecognisable
from what I used to know,
but as soon as I started down the hill
things came back like yesterday.
It was as if I had never been away.
Memories of my childhood
instantly sprang to mind.
I found myself seeing things
not as the now,
but there were changes
from the way back then.
The memory flashes
brought a smile to my face
as I could visualise
all the friends I knew then,
the funny incidents that over my life
in the way back then.
All too soon, time
has a way of taking things back
and my memory reclined them
to the back door of my mind.
30 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Faces Of My Past
Just lately for some reason
faces of old, friends
who have passed away
flicker across my memory
constantly day after day.
Sometimes I even dream of them.
Holding conversations
with them there.
I know of late that I’ve been
feeling lonely within myself.
It could be the past
I yean for once more.
A past unattainable,
something that has gone forever.
The more I think of it,
the more the faces I see.
In quiet moments I sit
like I’ve always done
and try to concentrate,
but the faces of the past
begin to reappear again.
It would seem like
the past doesn’t want to let me go
and times then races by.
Before you know, the quiet space
has all but gone.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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It Was As If
In Loving Memory of Tiger 1981 - 1999
Tears fell today from my eyes
as I remembered a beloved pet
that had died many years ago.
We kept all his toys,
mementoes of his life.
Maybe I should have
discarded them a long time ago,
but I just couldn’t do it.
It was as if I was waiting for him
to come home again.
Silly that may sound,
a sad reflection on me,
but I still feel he is here
with us everyday,
and still I cannot bring myself
to throw his toys away.
10 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Tiny Spec
I look around at the world
and get frightened when I realise
I am but a tiny spec.
I am a mere mortal
in a world filled with millions
and millions more
each trying to stand above the rest
and have their name remembered
long after they have gone
for the great things they have done.
I look again at myself
and feel somewhat sad
for I doubt if I’ll be remembered
for anything good or bad.
31 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Time Sliced Theme Melted In Humanity Aging Intervals
last conversation we had only a second has passed
words themes ambitions goals clearly remembered
then now are one
moment one time
a continuous progression
though years have passed
time sliced theme melted
in humanity aging intervals
memory is still clear one
let us continue conversation
voice is smooth progression
thoughts ideas crystallize heartwarming
water transcends into light path breathtaking
clear terry arguments peace fruitation flowing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My mark
I don't want you to cry on last day
I don't want you to cry tears of sadness
I want you to cry tears of joy
Cry cause because you remember the good things I use to do here on earth
I want you to remember my smile
My jokes
My T L C
I want you to remember me as a fighter
I want you to remember me as the most sweetest person
I want you to remember me as someone who always made you feel good
I want you remember me as the friendliest person
I want you to remember me as the person who use to light up the room
I want you to remember me
As a nice smelling perfume
I want you to remember me
As a hereon
I want you to remember me
As the most craziest person
Not in bad way but in good way
That is why I worked so hard
To became a good person
In order for you to have lots of good memories about me n less bad memories
I want to be remembered as person who left a really good mark
Vangile Mtyali
Written on the 28/02/2008
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Home Away From Home
I walk down the small path
bordered either side by bluebells.
As I walk down the path
which I have done hundreds of times before.
There is a stirring in the trees,
which prompts my memories,
of faces that have come and gone
over the passing years.
Also comes back the laughter
that never seems to subside
and all the jokes
we’ve played on one another.
I smiled as I stopped for a moment
to look around at everything there.
It seems like only yesterday
that I came along here,
but in reality, the years have flown by.
Some faces I remember
will never be coming back to visit,
while the others I might see someday.
Even when the sad day comes
when I can’t come anymore.
I will leave with many photographs
in my memory store.
A few more steps I take
and the town comes into view
along with friendly faces
on the boardwalks there.
There are a few whose names I forget,
but the faces I know so well
in this little town
I call my home away from home.
15 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Love Has Remembered Me
Written by: myles goodwyn
Love wont remember me
Its been so long
And thats what Ive told myself
But you proved me wrong
You opened up my eyes
And helped me to see
That love has a way of finding
Those in need
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered, love has remembered me
I felt so all alone
And at times afraid
That love had foresaken me
It just seemed that way
Then you walked into my life
And you turned my whole world around
Ours is a true love
It cant be found
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered, love has remembered me
Love wont remember me
Its been so long
And thats what Ive told myself
But you proved me wrong
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
It seems too long since weve been together
Love has remembered me (love has remembered)
Its been so long, seemingly forever
Love has remembered
Love has remembered
Love has remembered
(love has remembered)
song performed by by April Wine
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Unrestricted I am Lifted
More today,
Than any other day remembered...
I can say,
I am missing you in a way...
I can not explain.
Your presence is so vivid.
Your spirit has come to visit.
And I am feeling much subdued.
By you!
It is as if...
Your tender lips,
I could kiss.
More today,
Than any other day remembered...
I sit and wish,
We both could touch.
Your eyes and mine...
Upon us would rush,
That feeling we together knew so much!
Without a moment's delay.
And more today,
Than any other day remembered...
Thoughts of you linger.
The Sun reaches to penetrate through clouds.
As if to grant this meeting allowed.
Unrestricted I am lifted into your arms and held!
Nothing about you is resisted!
You are here...
Where my heart has always regretted your departure.
You are here...
And everywhere my steps imagines yours I hear.
Near...
Within me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Remembered
She looked at the rolling hills
and valley below,
at a place she once called her home
as she waited at a bus stop
to take her away anywhere
and she remembered how it started
all those long years ago.
How loved had captured her heart
and would never let her go.
She remembered with a tear
how he had got down on one knee
and proposed to her,
and how she had accepted
so freely to share his life.
Then she remembered that wonderful day
in spring when the scent of apple blossom
drifted through the air.
The day she walked up the isle
a beautiful bride that day
and all the smiles
that everyone sent her way.
She remembered those first years,
all the struggles they had
and how alive and happy
both of them had been.
She remembered the first dark cloud
that circled overhead
and all the questions that swirled around her head.
How she had accused him
of being untrue to her.
He de-neighed every word,
said she had spoken out of haste
and never let him explain.
A dark cloud of suspicions
whether they were right or wrong
clouded her true vision of what was going on.
She became quick tempered,
snapping at everything he said.
The dark clouds grew ever more darker,
until she was blinded to the truth in front of her.
He was not doing anything
that was wrong,
only working long hours
to keep his family fed.
Then she got the call everyone dread to hear,
there had been an accident
in which he was involved.
They didn’t know how serious,
only she should get to the hospital quick.
The dark clouds evaporated
as she rushed to the hospital
only to find that he was dead.
She remembered all the things
she had accused him of
and how he had strongly de-neighed
and remembered all the hurtful things
she said to him each day.
How she hadn’t even said goodbye
on the day he died.
At the inquest it came out
it was a lack of concentration
that had lead to the accident.
She could never forgive herself
for what she had done to him.
She tried to stay in the house,
the house they called their home.
Every room held a memory
of how cruel she had been to him.
How the green-eyed monster
of jealousy had crossed her path.
Day after day, she tried to cope
with all the wrong she had done.
All the walls seem to point a finger of shame at her.
No longer could she stand it,
she had to get away.
She packed everything she needed,
locked the door and walked away.
She took a long last look across the valley
at what her anger and shame
was about to take away.
As she remembered all the good times,
more tears fell from her eyes.
She turned away as the bus
came to a halt at the stop.
She paused for a moment
as she climbed aboard
and wondered if one day
she might ever return.
21 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Good and Bad
Good are the things
That are proved to be helpful
Bad are the things
That are proved to be harmful
God knows best
What is good for us
And what is bad for us!
That’s why
We should listen to God.
In the eyes of God:
Good work is ten times better
Than bad work
Good work is like gold
And bad work is like cotton
Bad is an inseparable part of God
Just like good is!
God’s body is the Best
And Satan is the worst.
The closer we are to the Best
The luckier we are
The stronger we are
The better we are to the rest.
poem by Asif Andalib
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A nice person
´He was nice person and down to earth”
‘Good people depart early and still there is no dearth”?
“He was choosey in life and did no harm”
“He lived full life with enthusiasm and charm”
Some of the comments were heard when my close friend died
He lived exactly the opposite and on almost all the occasions lied
I failed to understand the value of comments passed on individual
Is it customary to pass words which in all the sense are dual?
I have almost witnessed the same scene
There may be unpleasant things to be seen
People will be offering their condolences
I may still be customary to site many instances
No one takes this occasion very lightly
We may notice some differences slightly
It is not appropriate gesture or tribute
It helps a lot to express the gratitude
Person is remembered at his departure
He might have not earned for his future
The last rites might improve his public standing
His contribution might be remembered as outstanding
We find some of the people still fearing the death
They are afraid of wrong comments or wrath
It puts them under constant fear and pressure
They do nice work at the end to make it sure
Some of the good work is definitely appreciated
It is openly advocated and stated
This brings some of the his fine work to the knowledge
It might have been his ultimate goal before his demise to manage
People may call him as true son of the land
His contribution is clearly seen on hand
He might have proved to some people as good friend
This is how he earns respect at the end
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You want to do work that is remembered, you want to be a part of something that's remembered.
quote by Anthony Michael Hall
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Faded photograph
A snapshot taken years ago.
Somewhat lacking clarity.
Of some young guys I used to know
In fact the skinny one is me.
The other two I can recall,
their faces well but not their names
Although I try nothing at all.
My memory is playing games
I wonder where they are today
I wonder if they remember me
The passing years erode away
your memories ability.
To regain any access to
some things you know that you once knew
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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In The Hallowed Halls Of Fame
In the hallowed halls of fame
have walked so many through the years.
Some will be remembered,
while others will quickly fade away.
Some names stick out like pinnacles
for work that they have done,
while others simply fall by the wayside
and are forgotten evermore.
22 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Separate Long Decades Have Passed
long decades have passed
polar ice caps keep melting
ghost years between all passed away
time lost in sightless mists years
but there was not one no rainbows
time left us alone poles polar apart
yet through all those lost mist years
filled with work time spectral dreaming
your name haunted mind each day
memories came ever unbidden
in thoughts intrusive odd timed
such thoughts were never far away
I hoped lost years to you were gentle kind
lost out of sight never out of memory mind
eternal youth memories face to ages blind
I see you ever in heart’s mind memory
memories that echo through eternity
in this love which endures in perpetuity
long decades have passed
polar ice caps are still melting
ghost years between all passed away
poem by Terence George Craddock
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What Today I Must Do
Again I am given,
Another day to age and witness.
Another day to know I am blessed and protected,
With a faith that God accepts.
Expressed is appreciation,
For everyone that I've ever met.
Although I am still a work-in-progress,
I can and will forgive and forget.
And what today I must do,
With a giving of my next breath...
Is to do my very best to benefit,
Regardless of a test that upsets.
And what today I must do,
Regardless of a test that upsets.
Is to do my very best to forgive and forget.
And what today I must do,
Regardless of a test that upsets.
Is to do my very best to forgive and forget.
Again I am given,
Another day to age and witness.
Another day to know I am blessed and protected,
With a faith that God accepts.
God knows I'm a work-in-progress.
Today what I must do,
Is forgive and forget.
With a knowing I'm a work-in-progess.
And today what I must do,
Is forgive and forget.
With a knowing I'm a work-in-progess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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