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Love's Demesne

Old memories come trooping down
The vistas of the years;
In blue-girt robes of pleasure clad
Or garbed in tears.

Down from the days when hope was young
And sorrow never born,
My thoughts sweep o'er remembered scenes
Unto this morn.

Though motley company they are
Of smile or tear or frown,
They hold aloft the burnished gold
Of my heart's crown.

For through it all and over all
There gleams the light serene,
On purpled walls and crimson heights
In love's demesne.

poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Thoughts and Visions

Thoughts and visions pass my way
in the twilight of my years.
I hold tightly to all of them
and try to hold back tears.

I long for them to never leave
and escape my memory.
I take great pleasure in them all
and never want to be

unable to keep them tucked away
and faced with vacant space.
Thoughts and visions are what I need.
They're like a warm embrace.

Memories of days that brought me you
and love was there for the taking.
Memories of nights that lingered
when love was in the making.
Memories of birthing both my sons
and experiencing the pain of joy.
Memories of the lyrical sounds
that were infused inside my soul.
And memories of sun filled days
to take away the cold.

I could go on and on with these
as my years do pass.
And express my thanks for all of them
and pray they always last.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Blue, Brown and Gold

Blue, brown and gold, bold, I'll unfold
a portrait drawn upon a train
one summer morn which shall remain
for heart to hold if truth be told.

Brown, gold and blue she sat, smiled too,
to me it seemed true beauty gleamed, -
my spirit teemed with hopes that, teamed,
we'd share love through fair seasons new.

Blue, gold and brown without a frown
she journeyed on, too soon was gone, -
yet still upon my soul she shone.
Brown bag, blue gown, - Life's golden crown!

Blue, brown and gold, cannot grow [c]old
Year in year out their tale is told...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.

By the Eldest Grandson.

A rainbow span of fifty years,
Painted upon a cloud of tears,
In blue for hopes and red for fears,
Finds end in a golden hour to-day.
Ah, YOU to our childhood the legend told,
'At the end of the rainbow lies the gold,'
And now in our thrilling hearts we hold
The gold that never will pass away.

Gold crushed from the quartz of a crystal life,
Gold hammered with blows of human strife,
Gold burnt in the love of man and wife,
Till it is pure as the very flame:
Gold that the miser will not have,
Gold that is good beyond the grave,
Gold that the patient and the brave
Amass, neglecting praise and blame.

O golden hour that caps the time
Since, heart to heart like rhyme to rhyme,
You stood and listened to the chime
Of inner bells by spirits rung,
That tinkled many a secret sweet
Concerning how two souls should meet,
And whispered of Time's flying feet
With a most piquant silver tongue.

O golden day, -- a golden crown
For the kingly heads that bowed not down
To win a smile or 'scape a frown,
Except the smile and frown of Heaven!
Dear heads, still dark with raven hair;
Dear hearts, still white in spite of care;
Dear eyes, still black and bright and fair
As any eyes to mortals given!

Old parents of a restless race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
But God is good and God is great.
His will be done, if soon or late.
Your dead stand happy in yon Gate
And call you blessed while they shine.

So, drop the tear and dry the eyes.
Your rainbow glitters in the skies.
Here's golden wine: young, old, arise:
With cups as full as our souls, we say:
'Two Hearts, that wrought with smiles through tears
This rainbow span of fifty years,
Behold how true, true love appears
True gold for your Golden Wedding day!'

poem by Sidney Lanier
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Love - Evening of Sorrow

Walking down the hospital corridors
Startled and terrified
The feeling hasn't sunk in
Sulking like a little boy without Milk

Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe

Her Memories Loom
The lustrous Smile on her face
Used to tear down sorrow and grief
Her refulgent Eyes
The future looked sunny and bright

Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe

She took away the Anger
And turned it into Cheer
Every moment with her
Was a carnival of Joy
Her Purity and grace
Sanity and maturity
Taught me,
to be benevolent and kind

Her thoughts brought tears
Why Her, Why not me?
Will take torment and torture
pass through fire and Ice
SO that she can come back to me

Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe

The room was closed
Curtains on the Glass door
Waiting anxiously
put up a stern face
hope against hope
All for Love

The wait was getting unbearable
The doors Open
A hug but No smile
THE Heart beat faster than a Race horse
Happiness and Fear hit me at once
closer to visibility

Don't Forsake me
Don't Desert me in this Merciless world
The Disgruntlement, The Anguish
My Sorrow, My Woe
My Sorrow, My Woe

There she was
with a smile on her face
I looked up to the Sky
And said Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa
The grace from above
brought tears of Joy

Held her hands
tightly as I could
Sorrow and pain Left me
Tears continued flowing
She just smiled
Smile on, Smile on

poem by Jithu Varghese
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Could Cry

If you could cry,
But just one tear,
Be grateful for your cheer.
But if from hate,
That your tears do wait,
Be sad from your fears.
For the tear that is unwept,
Is from sorrow somewhere kept,
It is a bad thing to hold and keep.
And if it is better to smile,
Than it is to ever cry,
I would rather sit and weep.
For if you could cry,
But just one tear,
From only just one thought.
I truly feel for you,
And the friends that you knew,
And the love and memories you lost.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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If You Could Cry

If you could cry
But just one tear
Be grateful for your cheer,
But if from hate
That your tears do wait
Be sad from your fears.
For the tear unwept
Is a sorrow kept
A sad thing to hold and keep,
And if it is better to smile
Than it is to cry
I think I would rather sit and weep.
For if you could cry
But just one tear,
From only just one thought.
I feel for you
And the friends you knew,
And the love and memories that you lost.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded

Has sorrow thy young days shaded,
As clouds o'er the morning fleet?
Too fast have those young days faded
That, even in sorrow, were sweet?
Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear? --
Then, child of misfortune, come hither,
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear.

Has love to that soul, so tender,
Been like our Lagenian mine,
Where sparkles of golden splendour
All over the surface shine --
But, if in pursuit we go deeper,
Allured by the gleam that shone,
Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like Love, the bright ore is gone.

Has Hope, like the bird in the story,
That flitted from tree to tree
With the talisman's glittering glory --
Has Hope been that bird to thee?
On branch after branch alighting,
The gem did she still display,
And, when nearest, and most inviting,
Then waft the fair gem away?

If thus the young hours have fleeted,
When sorrow itself look'd bright;
If thus the fair hope hath cheated,
That led thee along so light;
If thus the cold world now wither
Each feeling that once was dear --
Come, child of misfortune, come hither,
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear.

poem by Thomas Moore
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Hope against hope

Hope against all hope
That times will change
A word lingers
In time and place
Softly spoken
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears

Hope against hope
That love will grow
From the embers 
A single spark
Lights the fire again
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears

Hope against hope
Time will soften
A hardened heart
A fractured mind
Bring peace to soul
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears

Hope against hope
That this is  a dream 
I will wake soon
Covered in sweat
Breathing once again 
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears

Hope against hope
That tomorrow is different
Today didn't happen
But it did
Can't change today 
Memories bring tears

poem by Dom Hunt
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A Heart Spring

One tear today, one love tomorrow
My heart springs from everyday sorrow.
A light blue, a scarlet red
into my soul those colors spread.
The hand of love me clench then said
‘Your sorrow is my love, my love your sorrow
to this I pledge and to this do wed'
Then my love cried with rain in my head
And declared to me that sorrow from joy must always borrow,
so one tear today can be one love tomorrow.
My heart sprang like the flowers in spring,
as her voice sang, that beautiful thing.
To sorrow, to love, to joy I sing…..

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Reason I Was Born

If the world would ever end
tomorrow in the morn,
I'd hold your hand and know
the reason I was born.

I was born to love you
with every beat of my heart.
And if the world just faded away
it could never tear us apart.

For we would travel far and beyond
from this world we know.
We'd take our love along with us
wherever it is we go..

If the stars in the sky all went out
and darkened in the night
the light of the love I feel for you
would create its own sweet light.

For you, my love, came into my life
and made me feel complete.
So if the world could be no more
it still could not defeat

my purpose for living and loving you.
It doesn't have that power.
For all things end and new things start
and in the world's darkest hour

I'd feel your love and you'd feel mine
and I'd know that on that morn
it could never fade into nothing
for it's the reason I was born.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Memorial Day

Memories of those who are no longer here
are shared by millions who hold them dear.
Their faces so young that stay in the mind
of parents and wives and husbands that find
their loved ones were taken so young in their years.
Their children were left too young to cry tears,
never knowing their fathers or seeing their smile
or having them there as they walk down the aisle.

No war's ever worth their great sacrifice,
fought with their lives, they paid the great price.
And now we take time just one day a year
and pray somehow, somewhere they can hear
we miss them and honor them in memory
and hope their children's lives will turn out to be
ones that are filled with love and with peace.
So in their futures 'Memorial Days' will cease.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Light of the Future

The light is greater than the might of a hand of God,
And this is life and this is maybe why we hate not one another.
The fierce fury is driving the men of the district to love an egg of company,
They love it when it bestows a flight of tears, an ideal action to crack.
Most who near this man are also full of tears, and their tears are like rain
In an earthquake of sorrow and hellfire. They are evil men, full of cries.
The light of a decent death is in crying of the man and woman, a husband and wife.
A widow has little left, in the eternity, in the fade-off, and the darkness.
We are going to keep the righteous men away from our memories,
As they listen to days and nights and they live among men.
To keep a prism of light is to see what without a future is!

poem by Naveed Akram
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'Til A Tear Becomes A Rose (feat. Fiona Prine)

Darling, I can see the clouds around you
And in your heart I know a sorrow grows
But if you weep I'll be right here to hold you
'Til each tear you cry becomes a rose
Dearest love, I know your heart been shattered
And all my words can offer no relief
But my love will heal the pain you've suffered
And I'll be here if you should turn to me
I deepest night when memories tend to gather
Lay with me and put your fears to sleep
'Cause there's no pain no dream can put asunder
All the love that binds us you and me
Darling, I can see the clouds around you
And in your heart I know a sorrow grows
But if you weep I'll be right here to hold you
'Til each tear you cry becomes a rose
'Til each tear you cry becomes a rose

song performed by by John Prine
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til A Tear Becomes A Rose

Darling, I can see the clouds around you
And in your heart I know a sorrow grows
But if you weep Ill be right here to hold you
til each tear you cry becomes a rose
Dearest love, I know your heart been shattered
And all my words can offer no relief
But my love will heal the pain youve suffered
And Ill be here if you should turn to me
I deepest night when memories tend to gather
Lay with me and put your fears to sleep
cause theres no pain no dream can put asunder
All the love that binds us you and me
Darling, I can see the clouds around you
And in your heart I know a sorrow grows
But if you weep Ill be right here to hold you
til each tear you cry becomes a rose
til each tear you cry becomes a rose

song performed by by John Prine
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Precious Memories

(traditional)
As I travel down lifes pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious father, loving mother
Glide across the lonely years
And old homes scenes of my childhood
Infond memories appears
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Elims

Smile is hidden deep in tears
so let the tears flow in path of dreams
it will flood the dry land of fears
and will heal the scars of wounded years

Smile not just to me but to all you can see
spread the wings of hope and fly freely
to the heaven above leave the land of worry
to the thirsty sand pour your tears gently

Your smile gives reasons for tomorrow
to bright the sun and whisper to wind to blow
just smile and wait to fear to frown
to shine the moon and light the stars in glow

Your smile is written in a cold moonlight
your smile is a pearl in a warm seashore sand
your smile is a star in a stormy night
your smile is every beat deep inside my heart

poem by Ocean MisT
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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.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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D-day

Born, deserved to love
Does to deserved hatred
Remembering loveable days
On d-day

Saying a silent 'bye to your closest one
A dropp of tear from the barriors of sincrerity
Drops and drops fills
Your way

D-day, you remembered
Your days with your closest one
Break deep, your heart
Still you're happy because of it

Drops, it fell again
Enjoying leisure- a company
Now you're hurting silently, no one could see
Deserved those love.

poem by Penky Yumnam
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Blue Sky Memories (In Answer To O Ingrid Jonker, For Daleen)

Blue sky memories continually comes to me
of a day under a bright summer sun
as if a part of you stays lingering,
when I love you even more (if I could)
while continually you are snared in my remembering.
Even when times of bad weather want to come
there is an unbreakable bond between us,
while continually I am astounded by our love.
Blue sky memories continually lingers in my thoughts
when I forget all of my previous heartaches,
when continually I am lost in you
and I always know about the depth of our love.
The sparkling sun continuously brings new hope,
when we walk days, months and years together on a road.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Love's Young Dream

Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright
My heart's chain wove;
When my dream of life, from morn till night,
Was love, still love.
New hope may bloom,
And days may come,
Of milder calmer beam,
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream:
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
When wild youth's past;
Though he win the wise, who frown'd before,
To smile at last;
He'll never meet
A joy so sweet,
In all his noon of fame,
As when first he sung to woman's ear
His soul-felt flame,
And, at every close, she blush'd to hear
The one loved name.

No, -- that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot
Which first love traced;
Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot
On memory's waste.
'Twas odour fled
As soon as shed;
'Twas morning's winged dream;
'Twas a light, tht ne'er can shine again
On life's dull stream:
Oh! 'twas light that n'er can shine again
On life's dull stream.

poem by Thomas Moore
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