The library of memory
and then in between remarks,
you fall silent, still, the eyes
not far away but rather,
seeing the faraway right here
and those who know you
or who know the feeling of themselves,
know where you are
how describe that place
where a lifetime’s memories are stored,
clean, precise, waiting, neglected, seemingly forgotten?
is it a castle; a linen closet; a box room, that place in the inner mind?
rather, it seems a library, of the books that life writes
and there comes a moment in between remarks
when the present offers nothing, so it seems;
and your mind leaves the assembled company,
walks into that quiet room, its shelves so carefully arranged
by someone unknown to you, a librarian
who knows you better than you know yourself;
I sit down in that green leather armchair, quietly;
but such the power of the memory of you
the pure essence of the memory of memory itself
that I need not reach to take that well-read book down again
but simply glance towards that place; on that shelf; where it rests;
sit, for a minute of eternity; rediscover myself;
then rise; walk, the back erect, dignified;
the stature taller for the memory of whom I am;
turning the smooth handle of the door as it closes, and
beyond all love, the watching;
freedom that makes the whole world live anew
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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My Memories
Today will be a memory
yesterday is a memory drifting away
memories turn into tears,
tearing us apart.
Fear of moving on, afraid of change,
in a minute this will just be a memory
memories are all pain in vain
memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past.
Memories are vision of what it used to be.
my memories are sadness and struggle
what are yours?
are they sadness and struggle?
You are but a memory
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
and as you slowly vanish
I huddle in my room and cry.
A memory that’s all I have
that’s all that’s left of you
nothing but a mere memory
that still lingers, only for a little while longer in my head.
Don’t forget about the past
without memories there is no yesterday.
make every day one to remember a
memory to move on with no regrets
poem by lizzy Sydney
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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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My Memories
Today will be a memory
yesterday is a memory drifting away
memories turn into tears,
tearing us apart.
Fear of moving on, afraid of change,
in a minute this will just be a memory
memories are all pain in vain
memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past.
Memories are vision of what it used to be.
my memories are sadness and struggle
what are yours?
are they sadness and struggle?
You are but a memory
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
and as you slowly vanish
I huddle in my room and cry.
A memory that’s all I have
that’s all that’s left of you
nothing but a mere memory
that still lingers, only for a little while longer in my head.
Don’t forget about the past
without memories there is no yesterday.
make every day one to remember a
memory to move on with no pain or anymore regrets
poem by Ralph Acosta
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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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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Careless Memories
(words and music: duran duran)
So soon just after youve gone
My senses sharpen
But it always takes so damn long
Before I feel how much my eyes have darkened
Fear hangs in a plane of gunsmoke
Drifting in our room
So easy to disturb, with a thought, with a whisper
With a careless memory, with a careless memory
On the table, signs of love lies scattered
And the walls break, with a crashing within
Its not as though you really mattered to me
But being close, how could I let you go
Without some feeling, some precious sympathy following
Fear hangs in a plane of gunsmoke
Drifting in our room
So easy to disturb with a thought with a whisper
With a careless memory, with a careless memory
I walk out into the sun, try to find a new day
But the whole place just screams in my eyes
Where are you now cause I dont want to meet you
I think Id die, I think Id laugh at you
I know Id cry, what am I supposed to do follow you
Outside the thoughts coming flooding back now
I just try to forget you
So easy to disturb with a thought with a whisper
With a careless memory, with a careless memory
With a careless memory, look out
Look out
Look out
Look out
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Memory Hall
Memory hall has
been added to
the school department.
On the day before
the big test,
it's a great place
to go.
Revive your memory
here to retain
the information
of things learned.
They take you into
this room and
go to the corner
of the memory.
You will recall
all knowledge
that you will need
for the big test.
Now get going,
for time is
runing out.
Memory hall is
a place every student
wants to be,
before the big
test.
(4-11-07)
Shadow of My Memory
Gust of stale wind breeze
whispers,
the memory,
the memory,
the memory,
much feeling
but seems without feelings at all,
candles have heart to,
hesitant to part.
much feeling but its
just as if there's none,
I think of the past
but i can't smile,
candles have heart too
it loathes parting.
Today will be a memory,
yesterday was a memory
drifting away, but
count not the time,
rather the moments.
our past days are beautiful
the things we kept
in our memory cache full.
the things we left are so many
fear of moving on,
fear of change,
wails of grief sucked
up excavated nose
soul wailing to the
top of the lungs.
in a minute this will
be just a memory
memories are
all pain in vain
but those are but memories
that dwindles each
day passes by,
as those slowly vanished,
I huddle in my room and cry,
memories are like dreams,
a reflection of the past.
poem by Cyrus Diaz
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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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Special Memories
My memories are special for they leave a good feeling for me
Some just a day, a sight, a voice, an experience; you see.
They have made my life bountiful and beautiful and ever so much more
A singular memory to display an earthly journey with each an open door.
Just one memory could elicit a dialogue of meaning and feeling
To open up my humanity for a full life that was revealing.
So much has been given to us as part of our earthly treasure
The spiritual and the material; and most importanly, also nature.
Important things about life in my memory and all the rest
Seperate from our being and are the very best.
Most of these things took but a minute and others more than a day
Some like love have lasted a lifetime; along memories way.
That which caused fear, pain, sorrow or regret
To find their own repose or disappear; which would be best? .
I can withdrawn from my memory to view and savor
Very first love; and my best ice cream flavor.
I never have to replace nor even to renew
As my memory is guarded by God's love; just for me and you.
I don't believe I would trade even one memory of mine
For a taste of heavenly bread or a sip of its wine.
I leave you a sample of what I absorbed in this life
Gifts from God and you; and all with very little strife.
12-03-05 Aho Speaks
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Saying Our Final Goodbye
Get your one last look
Your final goodbye
For this is the place where memory will live and then die
It will go with us, following wherever we go
It is the place that we've met and have come to know
You can return one day, with me or alone
But this place will be someone else's
Someone making their own memory here
They will stand here too one day thinking
Thinking of that day
That magical day
It came so fast
Left fast
and lingers on
Forever
Goodbye for now
If I come back too soon it will be in my mind
The place we met
Where our love was set
And your heart mingled with mine
April 10,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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YOUR MEMORY [by Redscar McOdindo K'Oyuga & Muna Moons Ahmed]
YOUR MEMORY
[by Redscar McOdindo K’Oyuga & Muna Moons Ahmed]
Redscar McOdindo:
I’ve tried to forget your cultures
I’ve taken down all of your pictures
I’ve even changed my manners
And tried to get yet another missus…
I’ve cleaned out all of your drawers
I’ve painted over the scratches
From all our little wars
But it has never been a savory
To erase your memory.
Muna Moons:
I live beyond earthly possessions
I, I am your emotions
We have lost directions
Trying to conform to different directions.
You, you come in to ease these confusions
But we are lost. Are we lost in institutions?
Baseless yet holding on to unique fusions?
Redscar McOdindo:
Since you left
I’ve acted swift
To wander away adrift
And widen the rift
Between you and me….
Too hard has it been to shift
But I’ve put away every gift
That you ever gave to me –
Including your flowers and their vase –
And now everything is in its place
Except for one quandary:
Your Memory.
Muna Moons:
Honey, the flower dried
And the vase was then deprived
But its memory can’t be denied
I loved you so much it sighed
You loved me too much it died
And now that we are sidelined
Our memories we can’t hide.
Redscar McOdindo:
Where do I put your memory
When it haunts me night and day
Standing on my every way
Even when I say ‘nay’?
Where do I put your memory;
Behold, my dear mortal pet
I can’t hide it in the closet
And Lord, I can’t throw it away!
Where do I put this memory
About your love that has been so spicy
For I dread to appear sissy
Because you left me so uneasy?
Oh, it makes me feel queasy
Not knowing where to put
Your sweet memory.
Muna Moons:
I breathed you in my fragrance
My memory still covers an expanse
Love, this memory is an endless dance
We are lost: we live in a memorable trance.
Where? How? My memories weren’t a happenstance
I died. I live in another memorable chance
Your memories make me lose balance
For we had loved once.
Redscar McOdindo:
Yes, we loved each other once
Yet your memory inspires trance!
And, lo, it remains a nuance
Where to put it –
This sweet memory –
When it is always in my mind
Oh, where to put it I can’t find!
I can’t chase it
For I’ll ever love it.
It’s so hilly to erase it
When I still cherish it…
I just have to face it
And learn to nurse it;
It’s going to be here with me
Right within and without me
For a long, long, long time!
Muna Moons:
Memories or no memories at all,
Whether big or just too small,
You, I, we gave love our all!
Voices within us will still call;
Ours enfolds a rainbow poll.
I keep your memories in my soul
These memories won’t cry foul
They were and are my all
We lived for a moment, undeniable.
Redscar McOdindo:
I’ve tried to delet your memoir
I’ve locked away each souvenir
And thrown away the poor keys
And now everything is in its place
Except for your memory.
To me it remains a mystery
Where to put your memory
When it haunts me night and day
Remaining on my way.
I can’t hide it in the closet
And Lord, I can’t throw it away!
Indeed, it remains to be a mystery
Where to put your memory
When it’s always in my mind
And where to put it I can’t find!
I’m still in love with our love;
That’s why I enquire:
Where do I put your memory –
Your Sweet Memory?
©2010 Redscar McOdindo K’Oyuga
& Muna Moons Ahmed
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The Memory Of Suicide
I sit and think of the moment I shall have
The moment I leave this place to find what is truely mine
The moment I will soon have
I sit and think of the pain, the joy
Of watching myself go, as if in a dream
The moment I stop being time's toy
I sit and I wait for it to come; the freedom, the passion
As I watch the blood fall so red, so heavenly
The cuts and scars are my fassion
I sit and I stair in the eyes of death as life comes to an end
I shall be free, I shall have all I want
And then for you I shall send
Feel the breath of suicide
See it's face
Love it, charish the memory, suicide
As I sit and wait I feel her grasp on my soul, on my mind
I feel her voice chanting her name 'suicide.... suicide'
She is for me she is my love, she is so kind
I know I shall be with her for ever in eternity, in her home
I know how sweet her voice, her touch
You should follow you should come
As I sit and wait I know she will love me like her own
I know I have come home to her, and will stay with her
For my broken heart she has sewn
As I sit and wait she closes in on me so dark, so cold
I will join her in the dark in the serenity
And I know you will follow as you are told
Feel the breath of suicide
See her face
Love her, charish the memory, suicide
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Strolling down memory lane
Strolling down memory lane
Where the colors begin to fade.
Strolling down memory lane
Is where I want you to come along.
Strolling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind.
Strolling down memory lane
I won’t be afraid.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not lacking in color.
Strolling down memory lane
Is not a big bummer.
Strolling down memory lane
Not a storm in sight
Strolling down memory lane
is joy without bite.
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Stands the test of time.
Memories are like dream, a reflection of the past.
My memories can kiss my…
Ask me no questions I will tell you no lies.
poem by Taran Burke
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The writers room
The writers room
~
the walls lined with books
a thousand written worlds
open pages litter the floor
ready to begin a new journey
light cascades through window
across the unused bed
a room alive does not sleep
pictures and tokens spread out
points of memory and inspiration
shelves climb to the ceiling
hoarding words and lives
a writers room, paradise
a place to sit read and write
inspiration comes from life
and life is about discovering
all that is beautiful
however ugly it appears
look through the pages
of an open mind
poem by Matthew Holloway
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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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Open Book's Monologue Part 5: Welcome To The Library!
Welcome to the library! come one come all
Welcome to the library! come with your brethren on this wall
Welcome to the library! come all you books tattered or new
Welcome to the library! come tired and overdue
Yes welcome to the library the place where you're most mundane
Yes welcome to the library the place where you're to endure most pain
Yes welcome to the library where you'll sit unwanted
Yes welcome to the library where you'll sit haunted
Yes welcome to the library where everyone's just like you
Yes welcome to the library where we're all books too!
Yes welcome to the library where you can take comfort
Yes welcome to the library where In the fact you're no longer unique
Yes welcome to the library You're just pen marks ink
Departing the library? I think not, even if you get out we'll bring you back
Departing the library? Here you rot, but we'll dust you to ease your passing
Departing the library? Don't make me laugh, here you're black and white
Departing the library? Nobody argues on your behalf, look more amassing
Welcome to the library! A place of keeping and safety
Welcome to the library! Take your place you'll like it, just wait and see
Welcome to the library! New books don't mind the old they're disillusioned
Welcome to the library! You've sold your soul... but it's too late for you
so WELCOME
poem by David Knox
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Forgotten Scar
The day his mark faded
From its place upon my skin
His hold on me was lifted
The love my heart once bore for him
And the pain my mind told me his memory brought
Along with all the marks he left upon my body
Faded to a distant memory
Now and forever gone
He is nothing to me
Nothing
Now he is only
A faded and forgotten scar
In the memory of my heart
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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Meanwhile
She sparkles, she dazzles
She lights up the room
We walk together to a table for two
Every man stares but her eyes are only for me
We take to the dance floor
She squeezes my hand
I cant believe just how lucky I am
Meanwhile back in the back of my memory
Youre still dancing with me
And Im holding you once again
...meanwhile
We move to the end
Of a beautiful night
Tender the kisses
Soft candle light
She draws the curtains
Slowly we climb up the stairs
And reach for each other
The passion begins
We fall together as lovers and then...
Meanwhile back in the back of my memory
Youre still lying with me
And Im holding you once again
I try and I try
The lord knows I do
But each time my heart beats back to you
Meanwhile Ill go on living my life now
Ill find a way somehow
Oh but meanwhile back in the back of my memory
Youll always be with me but Ill never hold you again
.... meanwhile...
song performed by by George Strait
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