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The Peanut-Butter Cookie

-So what happened to him?
-How should I know. It was long ago.
-A memory. Awful-is consciousness just circular memory? Is reality?
-Memory and will. And sex, of course, implementing both. Erase memory, you still have will. Reality is something different, though. I can see him like yesterday.
Are you sure you didn't dream him up? That what you told me wasn't a figment?
Yes, I'm sure. It's one of those things you don't forget. I was five, maybe six. It was frosty cold. Scalding cold, you might say-bearable if you had a stout coat. My breath came out in smoky plumes. It was New Year's day. Everyone was excited and hung from the night before. The sky was blue and cloudless. I was content.
-Hmmmm. Where was this?
Broad Street. Philadelphia.
-We were watching the parade. My first. There was something magical about it-those never-ending platoons of marchers in tights, all strumming banjos. The sun shone on their sequins and made them gleam....it was dizzying!
-Wow!
-...and the fake bird tails-peacock tails made out of fake feathers. Everyone had one. Like the tails of lyre-birds, they were...
-Of what kind of bird?
-and the banjos, strumming, strumming. And the curiously hollow horns.The sound came in waves, fading into the north and coming on again from the south.
-Jeez. Where were your mom and pop?
-I don't know. Suddenly they were gone. Maybe I repressed them.
-Gone when he came along?
-Exactly. I was standing on a curb in a crush of people...
-What was he wearing?
-An urchin suit out of Dickens. Out of Central Casting. He could have been Peter Pan's understudy. I have the impression he was barefoot, but that's hardly likely.
-How old....

poem by Morgan Michaels
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The Peanut-Butter Cookie 2

-How old was he?
-About my age.
-Tell me about him, again.
-There's not much to tell. I was standing on the curb. I didn't see him coming. Suddenly, there he was. I found myself looking into his eyes. They were gray, I think.
-And?
-He stopped. He opened the paper bag he was carrying and held it out. Obviously, I was supposed to help myself. The bag was jaded and looked like it had seen alot of action, that particular morning.
-The cookies!
-Yep, the cookies. It wouldn't be nice to refuse. In those days, people still worried about such things.
-Courtesy is the most efficient form of coercion. Everybody wins.
-Be that as it may, I reached into the bag and took out-surprise-a peanut-butter cookie. I knew it was a peanut-butter cookie. It was sandy blond and had hatch marks from a fork on top.
-So you ate the cookie?
-Unh-unh.His hands were filthy, the little urchin, my doppelganger. But I waved the cookie around as if I was delighted to have it, and wanted, at that moment, nothing more. It seemed the nice thing.
-So what happened to him?
-How should I know? Suddenly he was gone.
Awful! Is consciousness just circular memory? Is reality?
-Gone. He moved on. Rejoined the parade.
-But he wormed his way into your menagerie of long-term memories-
-I guess.
-It's sad, you know.
-Why do you say that?
-Because he was so young and so poor. He's probably not even alive. He probably died of starvation. A protein deficiency.
-That's morbid. He may be quite alive and kicking. He may have won the lottery for twenty million and have eighteen grandkids.
-You're right, I guess. I just assumed...
-Don't. It tells more about the person making the assumption than about reality. People always assume tragedy.
-You're right, of course. How did it end?
-I heard my mother calling.Looking over my shoulder I saw the statue of Billy Penn-way up, the sun glinting off his hat. Then, there was my mother. In the flesh. Big as life. She grabbed my wrist and hustled me on. She was mad. Because I got away, I guess.
-And that was that?
-And that was that.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Keep On Strumming The Guitar Strings

my dear
keep on strumming the guitar strings
on this lonely night

where are the stars
are dead and gone

keep on strumming and let me simply
hum a tune for you

keep on strumming until your fingers
bleed until i stop singing until

the two of us become one
breathing soul
in our chosen spot
of silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Memory Of Love

The memory of love can never die.
It lingers in the heart.
It may have happened way in your past
but you remember how it did start.

Whether it lasted or came to an end
it still is the memory that counts.
It made an impression.
It was an expression.
It became a possession for you.

You will never forget it. It lingers on
and becomes part of who you are.
For the memory of love is a gift to you
so keep it close, never far.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Read 'em And Weep

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Make It Like A Memory

Didnt I like to hold you in my hand
I was doing you no harm
I made you understand
All my life Ive been that way
It happened long ago
Didnt I pray to love you through the night
I was dreaming wide awake
The early morning light shine on me
A sorry state
My heart has told me so
And the storm clouds gather overhead
No shelter we can share
Lie down in my flower bed
I got no control
I would sell my soul
To be there
So forever do or die
We just belong
Kiss hello , no wave goodbye
And the heat is stronger
For the moment when we touch
No wind can hold me
Come from loving you too much
And the nights are longer
Make it like a memory
Make it like a dream unreal
Make it like we never met
But I cant forget
Its how I feel
Make it like a memory
Take away the sound and the sight
Therell never be another love
With the power of , you and i
Maybe Im wrong to hold you in my hand
I believed you when you lied
I tried to understand
All my life , Ive been that way
It happened long ago
Make it like a memory
Make it like a dream unreal
Make it like we never ever met
But I cant forget
Its how I feel
Make it like a memory
Take away the sound and the sight
Therell never be another love
With the power of , you and i

song performed by by Bee Gees
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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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Eraser

I want the memory erased
Of all that we used to be
I dont ever want to remember
That saddend side of me.

I never would have wanted to forget
All the love that we shared,
All the memories that we made,
All the times that we cared...

But the memory I remember most
Is the one where you leave
Turning your back on me, and on us
It's the only memory I can see

I can remember all the way back
To when our love amounted to so much
No matter how much I loved you...
It never seemed to be enough.

No time to reconsider
Giving me another second chance
No faith in our love and compassion
No hope for our romance.

You made your choice
And let all we had go.
That's why I want to erase your memory...
And forget all that I know.

poem by Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
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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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Yesterday Now Just A Memory

Now these days gone by
I see you only in my dream
you're always there somewhere
but never here next to me
my head held low
I had to let you go
I knew it had to be
now you must set me free

Like yesterday now just a memory
torn and frayed
love was lost as it would seem
to this scene we already played
as I walk on alone
through this bitter December cold
with nothing left to hold
there's nothing left here to try

with yesterday now just a memory
promises we made are forever gone
these tears turned to a heart of stone
all these years on this highway I roam

So many roads I traveled down
gone town to town
but with yesterday now just a memory
none never lead me back home
Spiritwind-2009

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Summer Stars

Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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51. On “Bridge Over a Pool of Water Lilies” by Monet

Transparent Bridge
between
reality and reality
across
people’s dream
Time is frozen on the bridge

In the dream,
memory
reflects the trees, the grass
and leaves and water lilies and the bridge
memory
begins from inside the trees
and ends at reality
when the wind comes in

poem by Eugene Issaus
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Y... Magical Moments of Amazing Beauty

Walking on the beach
Children seeking shells
Running around, having fun

Evening sun setting over the land
Shining a wonderful light on the breaking waves
The sky soft and blue

Tattered clouds above the sea
Taking on a breath-taking mixture of colours
Yellow orange in front, purple gray tales

Fluffy here and solid there
Living colours reflected
in the green of the deep sea

Part of me wanted to sing
But my mind ran out of words
Magical moments of amazing beauty

After 5 minutes it was gone
The dark clouds were dark again
The green sea had turned gray

The sky was still soft
I tried to close my eyes,
Focus on the sound of the waves

But the magic of the moment was gone
The colours had vanished
Leaving nothing behind but a memory

Nothing more than a memory
Nothing less than a memory
A memory to cherish

A memory of moments
Magical moments of amazing beauty
When will the next one come?

poem by Aufie Zophy
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Song: Memory Lake

Memory lake

Remember when we carved our names on the rail,
Back in our younger days.
Remember when we’d stay out late and talk,
until the sun found it’s resting place.

And we’d sit and watch the planes fly high and the birds fly low,
As we talk about our day.
Remember when we promised each other,
Some day we’d leave this place.

But I never knew,
Your wish would come true,
And you’d leave me alone,
But just so you know.

I’ll be picking the flowers and laying them on the water,
And watching them float away.
I’ll be picking up the stones and skipping them trying to,
break that record you made.

And I’ll be watching the sun as it sets,
Remembering never to forget,
Your face,
And the memory’s we made.

By the dock was our place.

Remember when our smiles shined and we crossed the line,
Every step that we’d take.
And remember when we’d laugh our troubles away,
Then make double just for laughter’s sake.

And we’d find a way to argue but in the end I knew,
That nothing could make us break.

We had our tears and had our trial, dealt with pain by open smiles,
Right there on memory lake.

But I never knew,
That your wish would come true,
And you’d leave me here all alone.

And who would have thought,
That a broken heart would be,
The closest I’d ever get, to snow.

I’ll be picking the flowers and laying them on the water,
And watching them float away.
I’ll be picking up the stones and skipping them trying to,
break that record you made.

And I’ll be watching the sun as it sets,
Remembering never to forget,
Your face,
And the memory’s we made.

On memory lake, oh,
Memory lake.

Don’t take it away, don’t take it away,
Don’t take away, memory lake, our lake.

I’ll be picking the flowers and laying them on the water,
And watching them float away.
I’ll be picking up the stones and skipping them trying to,
break that record you made.

And I’ll be watching the sun as it sets,
Remembering never to forget,
Your face,
And the memory’s we made.

On memory lake.

poem by Joey Smith
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Thoughts

What are we now?
What will we become?
Nothing but a distant memory
of yet another year that has
passed?
A painful little echo of what
should've been?
A pleasant memory that reminds
us that life goes on?
An appreciated memory that
brings back feelings of love or
hope,
when they're needed the most?
Just another high school fling
that taught you how to love?
Or yet another memory that
ends in pain, teaching you to
hate?
Just a figment of your past?
Or part of a future yet to
come?

poem by Kailia Chatterton
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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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Those Few Weeks...

i may be a surprise
you seeing me strumming the strings of an old guitar

and i shall not fail to remember on the first few weeks
after our wedding day
what a guitarist you are
strumming my smooth and glossy guitar

cautiously you made my my ribs sing
as i trembled with all joy

and perhaps you must remember too
how i caressed your hair
like i was finding some lyrics of my own song
for you that night
when the sky was young and the stars
were newly born

they were all flickering like some fireflies
we must remember....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Getting In My Way

I wish I could forget you, but I wont
I wish I loved another, but I dont
Its just the same, day after day
Your memory keeps getting in my way
But Im hoping I will be alright
But I dont even sleep at night
I close my eyes I see your face
Your memory keeps getting in my way
Bridge:
I dont know why I cant forget you
I dont see why I should let you
Keep messing up my mind with all those thoughts of yesterday
Your memory keeps getting in my way
Its easy for someone to lie
Im saying Ill forget you and Ill try
Heres hoping that I will someday
Your memory keeps getting in my way
Repeat bridge

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Future in the past? for MY Wife

I dreamt that she and I had met
when we were young and fancy free.
It is a dream I shan’t forget
but will remember happily.

We fell in love and we were wed
together raised a family.
I see the pictures in my head.
My dream was Oh so right to me.

It was a dream that could not be.
We did not meet we did not wed
but yet I hold the memory.
Perhaps allowed to look ahead

See what in time would come to be.
She married but she was betrayed
I wed and raised a brood of three.
A sad mistake which fate had made.

When we were old and fancy free.
We met as we were meant to do
The fates had reversed their decree.
Brought us together and we knew.

That you were meant to be with me
and I was meant to be with you.
Too late to have a family
I am content just finding you.

Perhaps it’s possible to see
some things which haven’t happened yet
That in due course will come to be.
A vivid dream you can’t forget.

Some sort of future memory.
I only know my dream came true
when you agreed to marry me
I had to wait so long for you.
24-Jun-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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