Blame me
Blame me for everything,
Spare me for nothing,
I left behind special thing,
My memory to miss something,
It was to last and something to cherish,
Till I am forgotten and completely perished,
My soul still roams and not finished,
Blot on old cloths removed andwashed
I was awaiting a simple death,
To live alive in memory and breath,
So till last I may have say,
With beautiful time and day
All dues and regards I pay,
Still she may have all the say,
She may have hopes in sun rays,
I still hesitate and remember in many ways,
I will remain calm and narrate,
Always grant her higher the rate,
May be it was my fate,
What to write and what to state,
I had simple memory as clean slate,
I may be called or addressed as late,
I may have long wait to decide the fate
Before it is. All over and nothing to state
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Without Our Gift Of Memory
What would we be without the power to recall?
Without our gift of memory we'd be little at all
To those who lose their memory confusion is their lot
The faces of friends and family by them even forgot
For the children and kindred of alzheimers sufferers life must be very sad
The memory loss of a sibling, uncle, aunty, mum or dad
Though 'tis a natural instinct for us to cling to life's breath
In a choice between death and loss of memory I think I would choose death
I am a lucky fellow my gift of memory I retain
And I hope till my last breath of life that with me it will remain
To the great gift of memory I will gladly drink a toast
In that sense I am lucky far luckier than most
Life would not be worth much without it the great gift of memory
I am sure at what I say here that most with me would agree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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(V – 1988) Fighting Fate
Oh, things out of control we call real fate
For factors far unknown too decide our state!
But things there are we must not see as mere fate;
Such things if controlled can oh, alter our state!
No thunder or tyrant is ever such fate
If faced with courage and soon held to checkmate!
Oh, thou art the architect of thy own fate!
So fight well with will and thus safeguard thy state!
At times we may fall to some strange, cruel fate;
By them should never our will still abate!
With arrows of resolve and faith, fight thy fate!
Oh, give no space ever to stand or to wait!
So bow not or falter before any fate;
Oh, fear and despair will thy fate aggravate!
Grim panic and anguish will strengthen our fate;
They make us, oh, lick a time unduly late!
So well in advance to, oh, face any fate
Thou equip thyself and thus secure thy state!
Challenges of life are challenges of fate –
So meeting them well, oh, means living life great!
What The Future Holds For Us
What the future holds for us we are not to know
But our past it goes with us to where-ever we go
Your best years in life to the forever gone
But your past in your memory it is living on
Many friends of your past you may never more see
But they do remain young in your memory
And for as long as the gift of memory you retain
Mental pictures of them with you will remain
But the present is what matter as some are known to say
And only in memory we have yesterday
And tomorrow at dawn the songbirds will sing
But who knows what tomorrow for us will bring
But we will live till we die like the sheep or the cow
And we only can live in the here and the now.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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State Of Mind
Got a big leather suitcase, all I owns inside
Seems Ive been walkin for days, cant even bum a ride
Try steppin to a tune, with the rhythm of a walkin man
Mind drifts like a big balloon out of my situation at hand
Aint it funny how a melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
Walkin down a lonely highway not feelin alone
Thinkin back when things went my way and not the road Im on
Well, Ive been down a time or two, but it never lasted long
I can always make it through on a wing and a prayer and a song
Aint it funny how a melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
It can make a right from a wrong, it can make you fall in love
It can get you singin along
Chase the clouds away and make the sun shine above
A melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
A melody can bring back a memory
Take you to another place in time
Completely change your state of mind
song performed by by Clint Black
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Ben
Verse 1:
I’m sitting in my room thinking about the times that weren’t so bad
When you were here with the family
It was like you were the person who listened, the kind one
Always knew the right thing to stand up for no matter the cause or cost
Chorus:
The pain shoots through me every time I start to think or talk about your memory
Just because the way you were taken was so unnecessary
So Ben this one is for you
The family we miss you it’s like
The pain could never end
But together we can get through this
And keep your memory alive
Verse 2:
The many things run through my head
That the fact if you were here still today
Things could be different, it seemed
Like you were the part that kept things together
When you went things fell apart
Chorus:
The pain shoots through me every time I start to think or talk about your memory
Just because the way you were taken was so unnecessary
So Ben this one is for you
The family we miss you it’s like
The pain could never end
But together we can get through this
And keep your memory alive
Verse 3:
The feelings cut deep like a knife
Through all of this I’m still here
To keep your memory alive, I shall remember you for the good
Not the last memories, the grievance just wont pass
But thanks to the support of many certain friends I can still pull through.
Chorus:
The pain shoots through me every time I start to think or talk about your memory
Just because the way you were taken was so unnecessary
So Ben this one is for you
The family we miss you it’s like
The pain could never end
But together we can get through this
And keep your memory alive
In memory of Ben Chantler 1981-2006
poem by Shane Cannon
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Read 'em And Weep
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Worth Forgetting
me still wait to get use to the idea
of not in your memory
oh! ! please, let it grow
let it take roots
in my mind
in my heart
both you and me
let us get enchanted
by the idea of
getting out
and till time
that time
moment if it comes
remain in memory..
drenched in eachothers memory..........
poem by Trinity Aana
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My Last words
My love,
When I leave this world,
Be happy, be glad;
Don’t weep, don’t grief.
My love,
When I live for eternity,
Just remember me,
On your mind, and
I remain in your heart.
My love,
When I say last words,
Listen carefully,
I always Love you.
My love,
When I am alive again,
You never see me again,
Because I had gone forever.
My love,
When you sleep and awaken,
Remember I’ll be
In your dream, and
In sweet memory.
My love,
When I left you,
Don’t be sad and sorrowful;
I’ll remember you, and
Always miss you so much.
My Last words,
Pray to God for me always,
May my soul rest in peace;
And Eternity.
I Live in your memory.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Our Friendship Ain't Fateful
Late out of state without absolute hate,
I decline to incline my fate into failure’s plate
I perceive not me able to be for you that great
Yet you make perfect of me, even in my state
Looking down upon me not, yet looking upon me without hate
Of how it came to being is a mystery that revives history in slate
Oh how I hate the thought I could lose my current state
In hate I’d sulk to ever cross a path that seals this fate
Can destiny and fate really drag me away? I doubt; they’re late
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Fate:
In this life I live with a feeling, deep inside stabbing and tearing.
My heart is empty, Black and torn. these days of pain are uncomparing.
i try to ignore this guilt and sadness, i cant shake this pain and feeling.
the days grow longer, the nights grow darker this feeling i have is unwilling.
i wish it free to no longer be but my past has left me a great memory.
This memory within tears me apart, i wish to erase it from my mind and heart.
the memory of happiness that tears me apart, i only wish to flee from this tormenting memory.
to flee and run to escape my fate that is yet to come.
I cannot stop it, no matter how far i run, this fate will haunt me till its done.
poem by Thomas Bevers
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Thank You for the Memory
My body tingles as I lay there still feeling your body wrapped around mine
I close my eyes and notice that there is nothing I can do but dream
For you have left me here with nothing but a memory
A memory of what we had what we were
A memory of nothing more at this time nothing to have to look forward to
My heart aches as I open my eyes and turn to see nothing but an empty bed
The scent of you makes me wonder what could have been
It makes me wonder what went so wrong
We had something that could never be replaced and not it has vanished right before my eyes
You think that the memory will be nothing more than a picture
They say “A memory will last a life time”
I say “A memory will only last a life time as long as you can keep it alive inside of your heart”
There is one thing that should be said
Thank You for the memory that will last me a lifetime of joy
~*Tosha*~
poem by Darkness Falls
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Writing on wall
It was just plane writing on wall
I must have taken it a serious call
She was on and off repeating same thing
There was hidden message through something
There may be long wait
All dependants on fate
How can one think and rate?
It is difficult to state
New car can have speed trial
It ahs to pass test on arrival
How does it apply when one is eternal?
And another is a physical and external
One can dream of golden goose
At the end beautiful race to loose
Yet many things remain to choose
Beautiful memory and enough of woes
Hope only may endure and last
The meaning of love is not limited but vast
One looses the race but gains confidence
Only one and only one beautiful incidence
Who follows whom in this worldly stage?
Who acts better and performs with age?
Who sets in the beautiful and golden cage?
Only smiles and admiration without scope for rage
What have I to with rising of sun beam?
When they have ganged against me as team?
Why is that concerning for rising of moon?
When I have to see the stars in the noon?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Karisfirstpoem
This love I feel is a memory
But this memory of love is loved
For it’s a truly lovely memory
Of us two, who have loved
But our love is only a memory
and memories are soon forgotten
But the love I hold for you
Will never spoil, nor rotten
It’s not the love that you remember
For that love is a memory true
The love I hold is that of a loved one
Yes, I’d say that would do
For our love is ever evolving
Be it dead and in the past
The love I have for you now
Not even time could out last
Call it the love of the first
Or the first love for sake
No matter the distance, no matter the time
A simple call you can always make
For this love I’ll always remember
Until my dieing day
The brotherly love I hold for you now
I wouldn’t have it any other way
poem by John Ashton
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Your memory stays on
Your memory stays on
While you are long gone
A typical down to earth hero
As you look from up to down below
Stories of you will continue to grow and flow
Your memory stays on
They will remember you for your ups and downs
They will remember you for all the moments
You played a part and were around
Your memory stays on
You were a simple exceptional man
Making mistakes like any human
Your peak was when you took charge of football
Whilst your downfall was alcohol
The decider of your final call
Your memory stays on and will never run
Your achievement in football will always somehow return
We will miss you with each and every rising sun
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A go back
I shall say good luck
Do not come but go back
Before night sets
And birds return to nest
The sun has blazed all the way
I was tired throughout out the day
I could find no refuge
The ordeal seemed to me very huge
How long the coolness may remain
It may prove hollow and cause pain
Sea may calm down with blue water
Only some noise from ship's hooter
I need some rest
It is enduring test
How to retrace and come back?
There is slight pain in neck
Eyes too have given up the quest
The sun is heading towards west
Soon everything may calm down
I may be left alone to claim it own
What would I get from your lovely stare?
Where will it take and lead me where?
Am I not comfortable and happy here?
With your memory I have no fear
Don't trouble me with eye's glare
I am lost and simply unaware
How do I say or deny it as unfair?
I shall watch it closely at upstairs
I can hold you close to the chest
I have nothing to worry about rest
Should I be shunted back or pushed?
There is no need to be rushed
Do not look at foot prints on sand?
They may represent emissary or brand
They may speak volumes of past
Still the day may not be over so fast
The body and soul may separate
One may blame and not equate
Why should I go for it and narrate?
I should accept it as mere fate
I did not wait for rain to drop
I simply considered show as flop
I might have failed it to manage
This may go off only with age
It is not stab from the back
It ism admission very frank
There may be some compulsions
We may have to face the diversions
Not all the rivers may reach deep sea
She may not realize it in hours of wee
It is rushing madness in speed
Who will care for advice and heed?
It is accepted as fate not accomplished
Still life moves on and not finished
It may sometime on the way perished
Still it will not lower the attempts to be rushed
Come back or go back doesn't matter
Nothing is left behind to utter
We may be shuttling the ferry here and there
We got to find rest point somewhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Twist Of Fate
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
'twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking by the arcade
As the light bust through the beat-up shade where he was wakin up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks.
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin
to know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
poem by Rat de kwl
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Simple Twist Of Fate
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
twas then he felt alone and wished that hed gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare
He didnt see her anywhere.
He told himself he didnt care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe shell pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me its a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Anniversary
It reminded me off years of marriage
Life passed easily on simple carriage
Happy days with joy and I could manage
Nothing went wrong with time and passage
Bad days and cruel luck would have it
Lamp went off suddenly and could not be lit
Fate severely struck with perfect hit
He was taken away within a minute
I was dumbfounded and could not cry
Asked repeatedly for what crime and why?
Was there no alternative to spare him on earth?
Did not you think what will be condition aftermath?
I have witnessed many marriage anniversaries
all gave me enough joy and no worries
this only one incidence has saddened me so much
Great vacuum created in life and not easy to fill as such
It has left me in shock and completely paralyzed
Situation is so delicate and can't be analyzed
It has left deep scare on my shrinking mind
Unable to think positively and new alternatives to find
Every year you will come and take me off
I may not cry but can not hold the bluff
Will it be great tribute if I hold your memory fast?
It will remain with life till I breathe it last
I shall nobly act as you had desired
you teased always and got my work admired
who knew you will leave me alone to expire?
Your work may lead and thoughts to aspire
I shall continue to hold your spirit and strive
your ideas will remain alive and live and I shall revive
I shall make it livelier than life
I shall prove it to be honest as dedicated wife
Every year it will bring new lease of life and message
I will have to hold it fast to make smooth passage
No matter hold old I become with time and age
You memory will be fine print on the page
Life is simple mission to carry on
on real ground no battle is lost or won
It has to be taken as holy task
No pretence to be shown by wearing mask
It must not be go or no go situation
Life should be updated with evaluation
it demands sacrifice for any revolution
Power not in one hand but with complete devolution
It is not easy to forget happy moments
they were die hard and lovely movements
we may take it as reality of on going struggle
Life may end any time as water with bubble
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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