Memory Slate
Pen friend reflections
imprinted on memory
slate state winged wonder
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Face Is In My Memory
Everytime I close my eyes
Your face is there
I really like you
More than you know
Your face is imprinted in my memory
I wanna get rid of it
Of you
But i cant, I wont
I wont give up
I'll keep trying
But your face is imprinted in my memory
poem by Taya Metcalf
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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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That Face
I see a face that face is mine
The mirror marks the changing time
Her face Ill never see again
And mine will never be the same
That face was fine only yesterday
My problems seemed so far away
Reflections I see of myself
As in sickness as in health
As she left as for worse
No chance to re-rehearse
Try to forget try not to see
Who is that face looking at me
Reflections of yesterday
If only I could make you stay
One day past is like a year
She wouldnt say what made her leave
I didnt think shed ever go
And why she did Ill never know
I wish I could return and see
But now its just a memory
Reflections of yesterday
Reflections of yesterday
I see a face that face is mine
The mirror marks the changing time
Her face Ill never see again
And mine will never be the same
Reflections of yesterday
Reflections of yesterday
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mnemosyne
THOU fill'st from the winged chalice of the soul
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-winged to its goal.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Deleted Memory
when they die
at places distant lie
whom we love
as dearly as a dove
whose voice too
we never hear
whose smiles too
we never bear
only in distant memory
like a fading Spring
or a vanishing rainbow
we remember them
brilliantly etched
in the colourful memory stretched
do they really die to us
whom we love so dearly
cherish so preciously
out of sight
yet beautifully imprinted
in the memory in sight
poem by Lalitha Iyer
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If You're My Friend
If you are my friend why have you not spoken the words?
If you are my friend why have you turned and walked away?
If you are my friend why have you taken the other side?
If you are my friend why have you insulted me?
If I am your friend treat me with some respect.
If you are my friend then don’t ignore me.
If you are my friend then don’t laugh at my falls.
If you are my friend then don’t humiliate me.
If I am your friend, I can’t be your stupid pet!
If I am your friend show it!
If you’re my friend state it,
With all of the warmth, and meaning
Like a true friend of mine would.
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poem by Wade Blade
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An antique ornament
Reflections in an antique ornament
Of lights of green and reds
Of silver tinsel, candy canes
Distorted reflections of children’s heads
Reflections in a kitty cat’s eyes
Of red and green, and mischievous delight
In the feline notion of newfound highs
Of a tree he’ll scale tonight
Reflections of brightly wrapped presents
Piled atop folds of faux-snow cotton
Of pine needles shedding amber essence
Creating memories ne’er to be forgotten
Reflections of a time worn sofa
Reflections of a husband and wife
Reflecting on that antique ornament
And the antique ornament…reflecting life
poem by David Whalen
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My light winged angel (leslie Alexis)
My light winged angel guided me
through the torment or another being
He made me see
My 'loved one'
did not love me
He cared and he listened
he did not hesitate
when i told my situation
He sat and siad
'listen anouk'
' Abuse is how they get control'
'You must leave him'
'You must get help'
well my angel
I now see
what you were always trying to tell me
You took me under your wing
and made me understand
That real love was not going to be with this man
My light wing angel
you saved my life
And to you I would give
every sacrifice
My light winged angel
I love you so
My light winged angel you do not know
How much you did
and saved my life
I sat there still
doing nothing but crying
and thinking....'Thank-You'......
And this my light winged angel
is what you did for me
you saved my life
and took me in
My light winged angel
I cannot say
how much I owe today
for your kindness
and this I must say
I love you
My light winged angel
Friends forever
and today
(hehehehehe Thank you leslie sooooo soooo sooooo very much, you are a true and dear friend, and forever, I hope we will always be)
poem by Amy Ormonde
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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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One Second Behind(for Junie)
Memory takes
the chair
places it perfectly
in mid-air
yet erases the stair
that brings me there
forgets to sketch in
the rest of the house
the storm is placed
just outside the window
(just as it was)
livid with lightning
the voice of the thunder
the window appearing
out of nowhere
a wall a little
unsure of itself
appears & disappears.
Memory still holds us
curled up together
the chair's pattern
imprinted on your skin
each one not knowing
where one ends or begins
your voice
creates the story
& I
intently listen
unwilling to miss
a single syllable
the poem written
upon your breath
memory as if obcessed
attempts to recover
what is...lost
puts it back
bit by bit
until it almost
achieves a perfect
fit
but
not
...quite
Death erasing
every scene
as it is
written
memory desperate
to attain a perfection
arrange and re-arrange
it again.
Death always
one second ahead
memory always
one second behind.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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One Winged Angel
one winged angel
stands in the rain
crying out for help
crying of the pain
someone help her
the one winged angel
is going crazy
the one winged angel is going insane
she slits her wrists
she screams his name
crying out for help
crying 'hes to blame'
the one winged ange
dies heartbroken
the one winged angel
dies inside
now all he feels is guilt
knowing that hes
the fight of her life
poem by Kristyann Celello
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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
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Memory memory memory memory memory
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Reflections
I sometimes have cyrstal clear reflections of you
The things you would often say,
or the actions you would do
I can still hear the songs you use to sing also
hum too
These are just a few of the ways
that Iam reminded of you
You often informed me,
That a new beginning would come
You also said that only when the people really
Demanded change, then it would be done
I have so many reflections that are filled with just simple fun,
of games we played that you also won.
These vivid reflections symbolizes hope
They serve as healing when I really need it most.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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You Were A Good Friend
If I closed my eye-eyes
It did't hurt quite so ba-a-ad
'Cause tonight I just lo-o-ost
The best friend I ever ha-a-ad
You were a maveri-ick
Runnin' all away from New Orlea-eans
We'd tell stories 'round the campfire
Late at night when it was down
To just you and me-ee-ee
Good friend
Why did you have to go?
Just when I was gettin' to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a goo-ood friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory you'll always be
A good good frie-iend to me
You said I got a home, boy-oy
Haven't seen it for so lo-o-ong
Said I'm goin' home, boy-oy
My work is done
I can feel it in my bo-o-ones
Good friend
Why did you have to go?
Just when I was gettin' to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a good friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory you'll always be
A good good frie-iend to me
Good-good friend
Why did you have to go?
Just when I was gettin' to know you
I'll sing this song to show
You were a good friend
They don't make 'em quite like you
And in my memory you'll always be
A goo-ood friend to me
And in my memory you'll always be
A good good frie-iend - to me...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Be A Friend Of Thee? What Be This Friend To Ye?
Perchance i might say old friend...
You are my one of all friend to friends of a friend of all friends.
Friends are a lot that are few in time...
A friend is a friend of mine be so ever good and sublime.
A friend will not ask you to go to jail for them...
A true friend will stay behind with you or not
soon depart from you when you've become mad at them.
A friend will stay and talk with you when time is of the area of being early or late...
A friend will accompany you on a double date when the woman
he has chosen for you just might be of the ugliest and hideousest of state.
What is a friend true or best? ...
A friend is a friend, no matter what be your best given test.
poem by Michael Gale
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Ballades V - Of His Choice of a Sepulchre
HERE I ’d come when weariest!
Here the breast
Of the Windberg’s tufted over
Deep with bracken; here his crest
Takes the west,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.
Silent here are lark and plover;
In the cover
Deep below, the cushat best
Loves his mate, and croons above
O’er their nest,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.
Bring me here, Life’s tired-out guest,
To the blest
Bed that waits the weary rover,—
Here should failure be confest;
Ends my quest,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
ENVOY
Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
Let me rest
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
poem by Andrew Lang
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quote by David Talbot
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Loss Of A Friend
A loss of a friend hurts
The loss of a best friend hurts more,
But it is never a true loss;
Everyday you will see something that reminds you of them
This will bring a memory;
A memory of the times you speant together
Followed by another;
A memory of how you went your seperate ways
They will always be in your mind;
They never really leave you.
poem by Nerissa Morton
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Hound Dog Man
Hey, hound dog man,
Where you been now,where you been?
I wish that you were back,
It was too good to ever end.
Once in a while someone like you
Will give everything for what you wanted to do.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend play it again.
You gave the world a whole lot of joy
Now that aint bad for a country boy
I just knew you could not lose
The way you sang rock and roll and blues.
I still think about these things
And the memory that it brings
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend,play it again.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend,play it again
Sometimes I think about james dean,
Sammy cooke and my teenage queen.
Doo ron, de ron, de ron,
Marilyn monroe and hot rod fun.
I still think about these things
And the memory that it brings.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend,play it again.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend why did it end?
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend, why did it end.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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