Quantum Memory Power
I've seen this outlined on TV, to help us memorize
And found it even worked for me, before my very eyes!
We exercise our minds to hone these memories that we view.
We've each got memories, all our own, just like computers do.
We set the scenes like journeys planned, associating well,
So that such thoughts we understand, retracing to retell.
Each place upon the journey made a way to help recall
And so my brand new brain obeyed through this test's overhaul.
Consider how, with this applied, our futures are refined..
It's like our eyes are opened wide when we retrain the mind...
Some folks remember playing cards or complex shopping lists,
From clubs to diamonds, spades to hearts, we find a thought persists.
Let's give our confidence a lift! Perhaps we'll progress fast,
To thank God for this awesome gift... with memories that will last...
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.
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Memories in the mind
Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
So many years have passed,
of our youth, away we have cast
some memories happy, some memories sad,
memories have I, when I was a lad.
Memories have I, of a dog named shep,
memories of him, when he kept in step.
Memories of my friends, when we played,
of those days, for ever memories relayed.
Memories of family and fun,
when we talked until the setting of sun.
Memories of washing our fifty-seven Ford,
and wanting things we couldn't afford.
Memories are made in the mind,
long lost, search and you will find,
memories of days gone by,
searching memories, oh how you try.
Memories will fade out,
you have forgotton, what it's about,
memories lost in the mind,
dig them out and you will find.
If Only I'd Done More
Across this world, where lost souls live,
In sin from shore to shore,
So many souls God could forgive,
If only I'd done more...
Across this Earth, where dirt exists,
Rebellious to God's Law,
A cleaner Paradise persists,
If only I'd done more...
Across this globe, truth must be taught,
From God's Word wise and pure,
And would if I'd done what I ought,
If only I'd done more...
Across this land, this town, this street,
My countrymen ignore,
God's prophecies for God's elite...
If only I'd done more...
Across this house, where I reside,
Time flies from door to door,
One day I'll scream, eyes open wide,
If only I'd done more...
Across this heart where blood flows free,
Unshed within God's war,
Christ's heart beats for eternity...
If only I'd done more...
Across this mind where thoughts are blessed,
It's Christ I'm living for,
So why, then, don't I do my best?
If only I'd done more...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
Based on Howard Conder's Q and A Show,
in which he told us of the fruit that lasts for eternity,
the good works that are purely done for Christ.
He said, one day we'd look back on our lives and say,
'If only I'd done more...'
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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Just The Two Of Us
Just the two of us
making memories all our own,
Just the two of us
have memories that have grown
closer and closer
from every passing day,
sweeter and sweeter
because we made them stay.
Just the two of us
creating scenes hard to forget,
Just the two of us
made those memories and yet
sometimes it's hard
to keep them all in mind.
The longer the years
the harder the find.
But here we are
still clasping our hands
content with the memories
that must have been planned
for just the two of us.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Son Of The Father
The lion lay upon the rock,
His son beside him now...
As if the two were taking stock
Of what God would allow...
The kingdom stretched across the land,
Across the hills and plains,
Across the rivers God had planned
And all else that remains...
Their eyes surveyed the creatures, too,
That God had brought to be,
While some were ancient, some were new,
By air and land and sea...
The lions breathed the sweet warm air
Swept by a newborn breeze,
And humbly settled, gently there,
As if to take their ease...
No words were shared to summarise
Their friendship at that time...
For what was there to realise,
Except it was sublime?
Son of the father, future king,
Behold your destiny...
Remember God made everything,
Yes, even you and me...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Son Of The Father'.
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Regal Pair
The lion and the lioness
Posed like a regal pair,
So noble that they both impress,
So dashing, debonair...
So stately and so statuesque,
Each blessed to be born free,
So quite correct and picturesque
With awesome majesty...
Their eyes are like black diamonds there,
In circles made of gold
And who knows what those eyes could share,
If secrets should be told?
Yet those eyes see much more than land,
Their kingdom they survey
And their domain is mighty grand,
Protected night and day...
So have a care, don't wander near,
Don't think they welcome friends,
Don't stand too close, you'll shake with fear,
Perhaps with no defence...
Binoculars may have to do,
If you must stop and stare...
To tell the truth, I can't blame you...
They're such a regal pair...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Regal Pair'.
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Shape Of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
song performed by by Police
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Arctic Apparition
The white wolf waited wilfully
With what would pass for guile,
So long it seemed eternity
I looked at his profile...
Yet in my quest to photograph
This untamed creature there,
He hardly moved along the path
And seemed content to stare...
Until his prey was seen or heard,
He breathed in and breathed out,
As if a statue, never stirred,
To leave me full of doubt...
But finally, he heard a sound
And like a ghost he flew,
As up he sprang, one single bound,
The hunter through and through...
My camera clicked as he streaked by,
Like lightning left-to-right,
An apparition leaping high
And such an awesome sight...
I have his pictures to this day,
Still mounted on the wall...
'The white wolf hunting for his prey! '
What memories I recall...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Arctic Apparition'.
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I found the picture on the Osborne-Allen website:
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Search for Stephen Gayford prints.
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Jessica
I fell in love the other day
And what a day it was!
Across the room I saw her pray
Beneath a golden cross...
When I saw her, I couldn't move,
My heartbeat simply raced...
Then suddenly it seemed to soothe
And felt more gently paced...
It was as if she were the one,
That special one for me...
And just like me, she praised God's Son
Who died at Calvary...
She saw me staring and she smiled,
As if she felt it, too...
How could that be? I was beguiled,
With thoughts like, 'I love you! '
She walked away, I watched her leave
And yet I hardly stirred...
So much in love and hard to breathe...
I couldn't say a word...
I'd found the greatest love I'd known
With memories so sublime...
Yet foolishly, I stood alone,
Transfixed in space and time...
The mystery then gets bigger,
For God won't give me hints.
I learnt her name was Jessica,
I've never found her since...
She must be meant for someone else,
Yet he won't love like me...
I'll pine for her without farewells
For all eternity...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2011.
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The Loneliest Day Of The Year
The loneliest day of the year
Must be St Valentines,
For some, Hip, Hip, Hoorah! Good cheer
And dressed up to the nines!
There are lonely lads and ladies
Still found in every street,
As years go by, their dreams decrease
Of someone they could meet.
For them, romance is oh so rare,
For them, no cards received,
For them, there's no-one debonair,
That's why they feel aggrieved.
So Feb Fourteen can come and go,
It brings them nought but pain,
No more have they new hopes that grow,
For they have nought to gain...
The loneliest and phoniest,
That's how this love fest feels.
Until, they, too, can join love's quest,
Their sadness never heals.
We know that true love always thrills...
But if you love, please pray...
Remember loneliness still kills
The unloved hearts that day.
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.
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Memories
*Whisper* Memories, Memories, Memories
In This World You Tried
Not Leaving Me Alone Behind
There's No Other Way
I'll Pray To The Gods: Let Him Stay
The Memories Ease The Pain Inside
Now I Know Why
Chorus
All Of My Memories
Keep You Near
It's All About Us
Imagine You'd Be Here
All Of My Memories
Keep You Near
The Silent Whispers
The Silent Tears
Made Me A Promise I'd Try
To Find My Way Back In This Life
I Hope There Is A Way
To Give Me A Sign You're Okay
Reminds Me Again
It's Worth It All
So I Can Go Home
Chorus
Together In All These Memories
I See Your Smile
All The Memories I Hold Dear
Darling You Know I Love You Till The End Of Time
Chorus
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Writer's Block!
Yes, these two words came into mind...
Wordpad opened again,
New Rich True Format Document,
Followed by Arial ten...
No text displayed as I perused,
The cursor blinking still...
In readiness for brand new words
My thoughts were yet to spill...
I typed the title, first thing done,
Two line gaps then the verse...
With not a word to lead the way,
It couldn't get much worse...
But then I thought, I'll add my name
And copyright as well,
Then type the date, as if to claim
There's nothing left to tell...
The poem stands, no words at all,
To summarise the theme,
As if the empty heart and mind
Had nothing there to dream...
But then I thought, that's such a waste!
I'll let the reader know,
That even nothing has its place
Before the words can flow...
And so, from nothing came these rhymes,
These thoughts upon a page,
Or PC screen each time I type
To reach another stage...
Who knows? The poem I write next
Could be a great success,
That may grant tremendous insight,
Some cherished happiness...
So Writer's Block, I've beaten you!
I've conquered every doubt!
God gave me something that's brand new
And now I've typed it out!
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
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Single-Minded
We know that some aren't ready yet
To fall in love again.
Between loves, they seem firmly set,
Not knowing where or when.
But there are those that know their minds,
Their hearts are fancy free...
Each day they're looking out for signs
And dreaming hopefully.
They make the time to look their best,
As if they are on show,
As if to leave us all impressed
Before they have to go.
They carry cards with emails on,
As if this were the norm
And hope before the day has gone,
New contacts keep love warm...
Good luck to them! They may get wed!
I'm single and content.
I'm one of those who think ahead
And hate my money spent.
I hope to stay a bachelor
With money left to spare
Than make my life a constant blur
With children everywhere!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
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The Gifts That Come From The Heart
Memories so sweet they don't depart,
Because each stays sublime,
It's the gifts that come from the heart
That stand the test of time...
Like that first kiss upon the cheek,
Before lips melt with love,
Such heartfelt gifts must be unique,
What else could prove enough?
Some think gold rings or gems will do,
Or flowers for a while,
While others hold the point of view,
Whatever makes them smile...
Yet heartfelt gifts mean so much more,
For these were meant to please...
They have enchantments to allure,
Somehow they grant you peace...
To think that someone truly cares,
Loves tenderly and free,
Holds nothing back and nothing spares
And shares incredibly...
God-blessed are those who play it smart,
That simply says it all...
With the gifts that come from the heart,
For love is beautiful...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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Shape Of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesnt play for the money he wins
He doesnt play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape of my heart
song performed by by Sting
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Eyes Wide Open
Here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way
Well here it comes, here comes a covered display
of preferences to make
Well here it comes, here comes a knock on the door
Open it for an opportunity
Well here it comes, here comes another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
'n there it was, it was a perfect take
and were you asleep or awake
There it was, it was a perfect time
to speak your mind
'n there it was, it was a chance of a lifetime
It flew right by and what did you do?
Well there it was, it was another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
I've got my eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
Because you never know
what you might see...
song performed by by King Crimson
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Memories
(words & music by bill strange - scott davis)
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Question Of Life
The Little One sought answers, too.
The elders gave advice.
Not satisfied if truths were true,
If wisdoms were so wise...
The Little One went on his way,
To find life's meaning there,
Beyond the words he heard that day
That left him unaware.
The Little One was told at last,
By one old precious voice,
Grandfather's words left him aghast,
'Your life end's not your choice...'
But then he saw his own old face,
The Old One spoke and said,
'My Little One, it's no disgrace,
Life lasts until you're dead...'
The Little One observed these truths,
The Old One carried on...
'We make our choices while we're youths
Until all youth has gone...
We choose our lifelong destinies,
From thoughts within the mind,
Yet blessed much more than victories
Are hearts we leave behind...'
The Little One now understood,
He saw Man's pain and strife...
He saw the hopes and dreams were good,
Just like the Tree of Life...
From fashioned turquoise in a frame,
A circle for a home,
Was formed a pendant to proclaim
This truth each day we roam...
The Tree of Life bids us recall,
That we must live life well...
To stand up straight and then walk tall,
Through futures none can tell...
Like trees that bend when storms are strong
Yet stand the test of time...
Let's live our lives our whole lives long,
Because life is sublime...
Denis Martindale, copyright January 2011.
Peter Simon of bid.tv's UK Shopping channel
explained the legend of the Little One and the
creation of the little turquoise tree pendant.
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Just Friends
To look at them, you'd be amused,
For two white tiger cubs
No longer yawning or confused
Both used their claws as clubs.
They pounced upon each other's back
Some squeal of pain to make...
And then they'd cut each other slack
As if both on a break...
But pretty soon, they'd start again
And chew each other's tail...
They'd calculate the moment when
To make the other wail...
You'd think that they were enemies!
The way they carried on!
The way they tugged on ears then squeeze
Till every sound had gone...
And yet these two enjoyed their fights,
Their squabbles to and fro,
Their constant contests brought delights,
More than you'll ever know...
But as their brand new day soon ends
Their bashing brawls depart...
That's when they lie there, now just friends
With true love in each heart...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
This is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Just Friends'.
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Bush Master
No more the lion cub is he,
Now full grown in his prime
And gone is all timidity
Because this is his time...
Prepared for such a day as this,
His eyes survey the land,
His destiny won't go amiss,
In truth, his life is planned.
This season changes everything,
He walks as if he rules,
As if he were their only king,
Adorned with gold and jewels.
It's true that lions should be feared,
It's true that they are fierce,
Yet openly they are revered
By men and all their peers.
Bush masters live, take life and die,
With cubs to take their place,
Without the need to question why,
As if no shame to face...
If left alone, they may endure
A thousand years or more...
If not, extinction, death for sure,
Gone with one final roar...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Bush Master'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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