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Glass Memory (Life Poem)

Diamonds of shattered glass sparkle in sunlight,
Grey cobbles contain a memory of past violence,
Was it blood and bone remnants of a car crash,
Or a vodka toast, of a long night of celebration?
Evidence of these past events a glass memory of
Unrecorded pictures, as my feet crunch through,
A brittle history of a Saturday night in Auckland.

poem by Ian Beckett
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It Was Autumn Night

Hear the yell at front the door
Knock! Knock! In there!
The beating of my heart pounds
Thump! Do you have any care!
It was Autumn night
Out the door we leave our way
The long winding dusty road ahead
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Atumn leaves sit in a piled bed
It was Autumn night
Here we are just the two of us alone
Clink! Clink! Clink! raise our glass
Smiles, laughter, and thrills
As we toast to today and for the past!
It was Autumn night

poem by Suelynn Walters
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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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A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

quote by Grandma Moses
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A strange thing is memory, and hope one looks backward, and the other forward one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

quote by Anna Mary Robertson Moses
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,

memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.

poem by Maxim Muyu
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The Past Is An Old Man's Poem

The Past is an old man’s poem
And all he was
And all he can never be again
And all the people he loved
No longer here-
And all the times he can barely remember
And never forget
And all the love lost
And all the waste
And all the sadness
And all the joy and the still strong happiness-

The Past is an old man’s poem
Written in his memory
And waiting to be said again and again
While he lives through another day and another night and another memory lost
The past is an old man ‘s poem
And that poem too will be gone before long.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Memory and Oblivion

When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.

Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.

Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.

A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.

poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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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.

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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ALZHEIMER'S ZONG(for my old pal Al)

'The soul bone's
connected to the heart bone! '

'The heart bone's
connected to the mind bone! '

'The mind bone's
connected to the bone bone! '

'The bone bone's
connected to the thought bone! '

'The Thought bone's
connected to the Time bone! '

'The Time bone's
connected to the memory bone! '

'The memory bone's...'

'The memory bones...'

'... memory's bones...'

'Now where have all
the words

...gone! '

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I used to look after someone with Alzheimer's and she used to sing this over and over and chuckle to herself until the wordsand she gradually faded away and there was no enough memory and wit to sustain the song or her any longer.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Memory Is A Cheating Thing

Memory is a cheating thing-
It only strives to please,
And over bitter clouds creates
A shimmer to deceive.

Memory is a kindly thing-
It drops curtains on the past;
And through the layers of gauze is seen
Brave figurines of glass.

poem by Adeline Foster
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Fine Memory

Words and music by bob seger
Last night I saw you walking
Past my bed late at night,
And the moon shone
Through your gown.
Such a fine memory,
I think Im gonna take it with me.
And later as you were sleeping,
Sleeping next to me,
I felt your hair on my skin.
Such a fine memory,
I know Im gonna take it with me.
Im going to take it
Far as I go.
Im going to take it
Far as I go.
And later as I was driving,
And the sky was getting light,
And the sun came
Through the trees,
I had a fine memory,
Such a fine memory.

song performed by by Bob Seger
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We Are Glass

We are young we can break
Watch us fall
We can take some train
Down to the sea
We are glass, we are glass
We are real you can touch
Just for now
And then say
hey you, which way is down
We are glass, we are glass
We are strong we run though
We have time
And to you Im just
One of those boys
We are glass, we are glass
We are cold
Were not supposed to cry
But its all just a thought
So here am i
We are glass, we are glass
They run fast
Impressions of the floors inviting
Stay with me, stay with me
They run past
With telephones they scream
Well would you turn all this down
Turn all this down
You are replaced you are you
And our dreams are real
And dreams are all we need
We are glass, we are glass
We slip down
And old eyes dont cry for me
Cause I doubt Im and I doubt you
And never never going to doubt
We are glass, we are glass
They run fast
Impressions of the floors inviting
Stay with me, stay with me
They run past
With telephones they scream
Well would you turn all this down
Turn all this down

song performed by by Gary Numan
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On More Saturday Night

One More Saturday Night
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I went down to the mountain, I was drinkin' some wine,
looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign,
written in fire across the heavens, plain as black and white;
Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
with a basement full of dynamite and light artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high;
come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the place is gonna fly.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news,
says "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues."
These wives, they don't get crazy, Lord, they know just what to do,
crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
When God way up in Heaven, for whatever it was worth,
thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth.
Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes,
when the rock and roll music meets the risin' shinin' sun.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Everybody gettin' right,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more saturday night.
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more saturday night

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Memory

Moonlight,
In the middle of a cold night,
All alone in silence,
Brings back memory,
Of the happy days with you.

Starlight,
seemed so distant in the night sky,
But each one of them,
are my many happy memory of you,
That warms up my cold heart.

Twilight,
It appeared after a dark night,
And so is the bright sunlight and busy day,
No matter how hard I try to run away,
When silent nights returned,
Memory will visit again and again.

poem by Desert Life
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Mr. Songman

(words & music by donnie summer)
Here's another dime for you, mr. songman
Sing the loneliness of broken dreams away, if you can
Yes it's only me and you, mr. songman
Take away the night sing away my hurt, mr. songman
In your ivory covered house, safe behind your walls of glass
You keep staring back at me like a memory from the past
Won't you sing me away to a summer night
Let me hold you in my arms again
I know memory's not re-living
But at least it's not the end
Here's another dime for you mr. songman
Sing the loneliness of broken dreams away, if you can
Yes it's only me and you, mr. songman
Won't you take away the night, sing away my hurt, mr. songman
Won't you sing me away to a summer night
Let me hold her in my arms again
Take away the night sing away my hurt, mr. songman

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Broken Glass

Life is like glass in so many ways.
Keep it shiny and unbroken all through the days.
Glass can be new.
Glass can be old.
It doesn't matter whats told.
Every piece of glass can shine like gold.
Sometimes glass is shiny.
Some can be plain.
It's all-unique show your true style.
You have nothing to lose and all to gain.
Enjoy the sparkle of the glass because once its broken you can never piece it back.

poem by Francesca Marie
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My Past

I can never let go of my past because my past has marked me

Every time I look down
Every time I look over
There is my past

The notches
The bold the non-mistakable scars
…the scars
My past

Each and every one has a story
Each and every one has a memory
Each and every one has brought tears to my eyes

For no story nor memory are of happiness, triumph, or glory

No, they are of fear, anxiety, self-hatred, paranoia, and loneliness

I can never let go of my past because my past will always be part of me

poem by Scarlet Mo Chroi
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Celebrate You

I wear my patent leather shoes,
And my golden fleeces,
A feather in my hair for you,
And then I fall to pieces.
At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh) x2
Celebrate you.
Were quiet as two mannequins
Feasting on silences.
We wait for christmas to begin
To see the cracking faces.
I tip my glass a toast to you,
The blood spills on the carpet.
At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh) ( x2 )
Celebrate you.
And in the dream you held a gun,
You killed off all who hurt you,
And left me there the only one
Who would not dare desert you.
Im safe here growing in the shade,
Away from all the brightness.
I lost my innocence today
When I learned how to write this.
Tonight my nightgown is in knots.
I toss and turn in your honor.
Ill never know just what Ive got
As long as youre my father.
And Ill keep searching here for you,
Ill clean out every corner.
Its not my fault.
Its not my fault. (celebrate you) x3
Its not my fault.

song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Glass War

Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war
It's a glass war
Cause you can see right through the poisen
It's a glass war
Cause we all know the activeties
It's a glass war
Cause it's made of smoke and mirrors
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
Cause only poor men are dyin in the
Gas war
Cause we know why it was started
It's an ass war
Cause the president's an asshole
It's an ass war
It's a glass war
It's a gas war
Cause the starters are all victims of the
Glass war
The slogan men were starters of the
Last war
Now the southern men are starters of the
Glass war
It's a Glass War
It's a Glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war

song performed by by NOFX
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In Old Claraghatlea When I Was A Young Boy

In old Claraghatlea when I was a young boy
Walks in the old fields I used to enjoy
And Summer evenings out hunting in Pomeroy's bog
With Pudsy our dark brown hairy cattle dog
The boy of the fifties is now looking gray
One might say he has known a far better day
But memories of the past in the memory remain
And in memory the past we re-visit again
Old Pudsy long gone she is in time's decay
In Mother earth's bosom forever she lay
And time ticks away and nothing seems to last
And in memory we only can go to the past
And in old Claraghatlea far north and far away
A boy with his dog is out hunting today.