Guilt 08 for friend J.T.Ellison
The slow soft sighing of the breeze, recalls a stir of memories.
Some good, some bad, some sad, some glad. concerning all the friends I’ve had
All of my youthful dreams which failed young love affairs which quickly staled
All of my petty victories I can recall with greatest ease.
My failures too are on parade, all of the errors I have made.
Insist on coming to the fore, they do not matter any more.
I have regrets of course I do I can’t deny that this is true.
Now looking back I clearly see. It wasn’t always up to me.
sometimes because of circumstance I was prepared to take a chance
and acted irresponsibly. Instead of thinking carefully.
When I was young, naïve and green Made promises I did not mean
in order to achieve my ends. Now it’s too late to make amends.
Some memories come as punishment and other memories are meant
to comfort me in my distress. Assuage the sins which I confess.
I think perhaps this might be true of each and every one of you.
I offer in my own defence that I learnt by experience
the lessons which I needed to as everybody has to do.
1-Jun-08
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unwanted recollections for J.T ellison
I slept and in my dreaming wept
for promises I made: Unkept
The promises I did not keep
return to haunt me in my sleep.
Sometimes prevailing circumstance
had meant that I had little chance.
To do what I said I would do,
at other times it’s sad but true.
Some promises I made were not meant.
I knew that I had no intent
of doing what I had promised.
There seems to be an endless list.
The guilt I feel is real and deep.
My conscience will not let me sleep.
All of the things I should have done
but did not do each single one
Returns at night to punish me.
I must admit deservedly.
Sins from the past I now regret.
I only wish I could forget.
But I cannot although I try
Because I acted wrongfully
I understand the reason why.
My guilty conscience bothers me.
3-Oct-08
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Reviewing the Situation for Friend Thad
On looking back now I am old.
I see the errors which I made
I watch as memories unfold
but they no longer trouble me.
The times I failed to make the grade
I tried but unsuccessfully.
I can forgive myself I find
although I still have some regrets.
I have attained a peace of mind
Old age has taught me tolerance
of life’s triumphs and life’s upsets.
You win or lose: You take your chance.
On looking back now I am old
I can forgive myself I find.
6-Jan-09
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I have become a pragmatist for friend Leslie
I have become a pragmatist
I’ve been betrayed by so called friends
and people who I thought I knew.
With no attempt to make amends.
I sometimes wonder if it’s true.
Was I myself in part to blame
for trusting far too readily
that’s not the way to win life’s game.
Now that it’s too late I see
I acted rather foolishly.
I should have been more sceptical
and checked them out more thoroughly
at risk of seeming cynical.
I am no longer so naïve
I’ve learnt my lesson I believe.
16/08/2009
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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
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Summers Day stroll
She wore a simple summer dress
Her arms and legs were brown and bare
What stole my heart I must confess,
the red/gold beauty of her hair.
Which rippled like a waterfall
caressed by every passing breeze.
Formed round her head an aureole
a sight that could not fail to please.
A poet with an artist’s eye
for that is what I claim to be
I did but see her passing by
but I remember vividly.
She looked so young and innocent
I looked my fill and was content
I do not think that she saw me
but if she did she would have seen.
An old man strolling aimlessly
An old grey haired worn out has been.
She looked at me unseeingly.
Much too engrossed or so it seemed
to spare a single glance for me.
I formed no part of what she dreamed.
She was still young and so naïve.
She thinks that youthful dreams come true.
But I am old and don’t believe
I know they very seldom do.
So I continued on my way
and left her wrapt in reverie
This pretty girl had made my day.
Albeit quite unknowingly.
Although I’m old I still recall
when dreaming mattered most of all.
10-May-08
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Your Place
I awaken-- in the soft darkness.
Alone-- but yet not lonely,
Your place --beside me in our bed
Is filled-- with memories of you
Only-- you of all women could
With--your constancy leave such sweet
Memories-- that comfort me still.
13-Dec-08
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Shedding a little light on the past for M 'lady Ernestine
A candle in a paper boat
Placed on the water carefully
Then lit before its set afloat
Recalls a racial memory.
Of funeral pyres in days of old
Of longships burning in the night.
The records that our memories hold.
Transformed by the candle light
on paper boats we set adrift.
It’s just a little game to us
But memories can slowly lift
the veil that’s separating us.
Two worlds existing side by side.
Long may these memories abide.
Tuesday,08 December 2009
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Holding on to Memories
Memories young, memories old,
Memories take away the cold.
They warm my heart and my soul
even though some take their toll.
There's a price to be paid in the end
but memories are my closest friend.
Some so happy, some so sad
and all of them I'm glad I've had.
For I am taking a bolder leap,
still holding on to memories I keep.
I look on them and make a vow
to keep them close here and now.
For what is life without these things?
empty hours that boredom brings.
I'll make new memories every day
and know that I'll be able to say
I remember.
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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.
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
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Memories Good, Sad and Bad
Some memories are good,
some memories are sad;
some memories are bad,
almost nightmarish in fact.
The good ones make you smile,
the sad ones make you cry,
and the bad ones make you frightened.
However, memories are memories
no matter what they are.
They are incidents of your past,
some of which you wish
never happened at all.
They are the memories
you try so hard to forget.
Unfortunately, the brain
cannot distinguish from good, sad and bad,
and the memories it throws up
are not always, what you want.
21 November 2007
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Memories
Orbison/dees
In a cold december, memories can melt your heart away
In a warm september, you can still remember yesterday
Even in the darkest night when dreams fade away
When your love is gone, youll never be alone in memories
Memories, while walking through a winter snow, memories, when summer breezes start to blow
When true love is far away it may be yours in memories
Memories, while falling leaves just fill the air, memories, when springtime comes and loves not there
Even when you cry, try not to say goodbye to memories
Golden memories can turn the night into day, teach your heart to smile
And live each day a while in memories
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Grown men do cry
Old memories which linger still.
Can bring the tear drops to my eyes
Sometimes they take me by surprise
and cause my tears to freely spill.
I’m not afraid to say they do.
There is no reason I should be.
My memories both old and new
are an integral part of me.
Sometimes they’re tears of happiness
and I am smiling through my tears.
Though other tears recall sadness
that I have suffered through the years.
Old memories reminding me
of joy and sorrow equally.
Monday,09 November 2009
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Maybe!
Maybe.
Perhaps our dreams are prophecies,
in which we see what is to be.
Though we don’t take them seriously
and disregard them completely.
It may be sad but it is true
There are a few a very few.
Who do believe and they achieve.
A great deal more than most can do.
Because they’re willing to pursue
their dream until they make it true.
This simple truth I share with you.
If you are willing to accept
the plans your sleeping mind projects
If you believe you can achieve.
Whatever goal you’re aiming for.
Things that you have not done before.
Dreamers can accomplish more
Because they’re willing to explore
the different possibilities.
Within their capabilities
They can achieve all they conceive.
I don’t expect you to agree
that every dream’s a prophecy.
But to consider carefully.
It’s possible that they might be.
You have free choice it’s up to you
to believe what you want to.
I’ve no intention to deceive.
I only want to share with you.
What I believe to be quite true.
You can do all you want to do.
That you can be successful too.
And make your dreams reality
instead of being fantasy.
All you need is to believe.
Tuesday,10 August 2010
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Please Come Back
Another lonely night and I don't know what to do
I've lost everything including you.
I look out the window and gaze at the sky
Recalling memories of you and I.
My eyes fill with tears cause the memories
Hurt so bad.
People ask why I'm lonely and why I am so sad.
When you lose your family, friends and job too
There is nothing left, nothing to do.
But the worst part was losing you.
How could I have let this destroy our love
You was the only thing I wasn't thinking of.
I chose to ignore you while I was in my gloom
And our love ended too soon.
You are the one thing that I need ' you see'
So please, please, come back to me.
In our anger and hurt, we do things
Without really thinking about them
And we wind up hurting 'our loved ones and friends.'
Please recall the good times we had
Before I lost my mind
For I had plans to be with you
Till the ends of time.
So please, please come back to me!
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Grandmama
She sits and rocks contentedly.
She’s grateful for the evening breeze
which is perfumed by lilac trees
and cools the air considerably.
A picture of serenity
a comforter across her knees.
As she recalls fond memories
from long ago with clarity.
What day it is she does not know
her short term memory is gone
She sits and rocks quite happily
and watches as the sun sinks low.
She understands when day is done
but little else apparently.
She’s cared for by her family.
Who make sure she is comfortable
She is no longer capable
of living independently..
No longer as she used to be.
A sight that makes them sad to see
as she regresses mentally.
Though they are glad she does not know.
Appears to suffer no distress
quite happy in her mindlessness.
They think perhaps its better so.
10-Aug-08
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House Hunting for M lady Ann Beard
Some houses seem to welcome you.
You feel at ease immediately.
It is if the walls recall
What happened here and store it all.
The triumphs and the tragedies
Firm memories of past events
Have been recorded faithfully
Each and every incident.
If you are at all sensitive
You tune into the ambience,
the positive and negative.
Impinge somehow so you can sense.
That something dreadful happened here
It may be faint it may be strong
but it affects the atmosphere.
You know at once this house is wrong
You’re certain that it will not do.
You have no doubt, no doubt at all
You know the house is telling you
it has no choice it must recall
All the unpleasant memories
which it has stored so faithfully.
For decades perhaps centuries.
You choose to leave immediately.
The next house which you choose to view
affects you in a different way.
It seems prepared to welcome you.
You can decide without delay
It is not hard to make the choice
This is the house that you will buy
You listen to that house’s voice
because you know it cannot lie.
You go ahead complete the deal
prepare to move in right away
You are content because you feel
that everything has gone your way.
You know that it was meant to be
It’s all that you were looking for.
This house responds positively
You need not look at any more.
21/07/2009
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There can be no argument for M lady Resh bubbles
I do not know but I suspect.
That death is not as we expect.
Simply reward or punishment.
For things we failed to do or did.
No single action can be hid
Nor can our motive and intent.
Before the court to make my plea
I find the only judge is me.
I cannot plead I’m innocent
I know the things I did and why.
There is no way I can deny
The sins for which I must repent.
I was tempted and often fell
frequently the truth to tell.
Although sometimes with good intent.
I prosecute and I defend
but realise that in the end.
The laws of Karma represent.
Pure justice which applies equally
to everyman, no one is free.
Established by long precedent..
Though this lifetime you failed to learn
the only punishment you earn
You choose yourself and can’t resent.
Another life another start
you have to play another part.
You acquiesce and give consent.
A life you start with a blank sheet
your unlearned lessons to repeat.
All new born babes are innocent.
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Waiting for Daylight
The clock has struck the midnight hour
and silence now hangs heavily.
Sad recollections overpower
my every happy memory.
On looking back I clearly see
all of the errors I have made.
foregathering and taunting me.
Aged veterans on parade.
The long slow hours of the night
are not the best time to review
your actions whether wrong or right.
You’re bound to take a jaundiced view
When you are tired but cannot sleep.
Experience does not come cheap.
16-Apr-08
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More Than Friends
As Time moves forward,
And memories are made,
Remember your friends,
Our love will never fade.
The fun we all had,
The memories we bare,
We’re all still together,
And forever we’ll share.
The incidental things,
Both the good and the bad,
The fun, the laughs,
All the memories we had,
The memories will continue,
As life goes along,
We’ll all be together,
And create our own life’s song.
For friends that have passed,
And for friends that may,
We will always be together,
For that we can all pray.
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