The past is mockery.
Mockery is the events past,
When evaluated in the last.
Residual memories it cast
Make your heart hollow at last.
06.12.2003, chen
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If coming events are said to cast their shadows before, past events cannot fall to leave their impress behind them.
quote by H.P. Blavatsky
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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
poem by David Harris
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The sweet stays.
The fading memories still fill the heart
Like the wind’s footfalls on the lonely
desert.
Sweet memories are the persistent calyx
That wraps up the sap of the fallen fruit.
Sweet memories are the Arabian attar
That overspread the decaying pulp.
A man dies rather with sweet memories.
06.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Isolated In Safety Zones
One enriched by events lived,
And evaluated with self examination.
Pleased to have adventured,
When discouragement tried to prevent it.
Is a happy noncomformist...
After reflecting on one's past.
With risks and challenges as daily tasks,
Now passed to gift with wisdom.
This is the peace of mind that comes,
After a chase has satisfied all concepts of ego.
Interpretations often described by those isolated,
In safety zones condoned in glad static.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Six Months Past
September 11th is now six months past
And the events of that day will forever last
Sometimes it seems like a lifetime ago
When our safe little world we ceased to know
The flags are still flying, some weathered and worn
I hear of them cast aside, tattered and torn
But we are still fighting in that far distant land
And the reason for war, we now understand
How long it will last, we have no way of knowing
The battles that are fought, the number keeps growing
Yes, September 11th is now six months past
And the events of that day will forever last
(03/11/02)
Time
Time is a nonspacial continuum
In which events occur in obvious
Irreversible sequencing union:
Past, present and future, continuous.
What does all this mean to us in our lives?
Well, we have many memories don’t we?
Shared with our loved ones and our relatives.
Past experiences that once were new
Are now old, recyclable memories.
Those timely abstract musings cling to
Everyone: today's contemporaries.
The entire past is what we are anew.
The present is shaped by this time “before”
And hinged on what the future holds in store.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Let others remember you when you go
Festival
comes and goes
Events come and go
Child hood goes
Youth comes
Youth goes
Old age comes
And one will go
People come and go
Memories remain
embedded deep
in heart and mind
We live on memories
Why not
Create good memories
Let others remember you
when you go
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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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
poem by Adam McKim
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Memories
Memories
~
Some memories linger
Like a bad smell
Or the old proverbial penny
That keeps turning up
They become aspects of us
Part of our make up
The way we carry ourselves
Little personality traits
We act on memories
Judge the present day
Judge tomorrow and the future
And all the thereafter
In accordance with them
What was seen and known
Some memories stick
Cast in granite stone
Hard to break away from
I’m spent up on memories
Had enough for a lifetime
Still I use my own judgement
Based on those old memories
I’m not alone in doing that
Its part of so many others
Some I know, some I don’t
Living each new day
Reacting to the old
poem by Matthew Holloway
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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.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Green to yellow
Many deeds that I have done with greed
Look to me a mockery now indeed.
The glory looms now as misery.
No green knows till it turns yellowy.
25.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yesterdaze
Yesterdaze are gone, along with my youth
I'm older now, and longer, in the tooth
I have very few regrets from the past
You must look forward, there, the die isn't cast
The fog of the past is now hard to remember
Did that happen in October or in September
Yesterdaze can't be overcome, they're done
The choices were made, and it was fun
Much of the ‘70's is a fog in the past
Why change much, except the memories to last
It was my youth and I was a little crazy
That's what really makes it all so hazy
Too many drugs and lots of alcohol
Nobody wanted to change, anything at all
"Live for today", was the overriding theme
So many lost days, make me want to scream
Yesterdaze not tomorrows
Made a life, without many sorrows
Sure it could have been differently done
Maybe I spent too many days in the sun
There's no need to overthink the past
It is what it is, and couldn't last
We move on, with the lessons learned
At least in that daze, my mind wasn't burned
I love my future, and I love my past
Yesterdaze are gone, the future isn't cast
It was a challenge to just live through them
With the Lord's help, Yesterdaze were a gem
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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Be hard at men.
A man of commonsense
Will not value a woman
The less for her reluctance,
At his instant advance
Or for no acceptance
Without a scrutiny,
For a matrimony;
Contrarily she being, he’ll hold
Her weak in commonsense
And low in estimate,
As, having but one cast
For her Life, she shall cast
That Life away at once,
And make matrimony
Mere a mockery
Like that she leapt in the dark.
Women, be hard at men.
15.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Last Dance With Past
Destroyed and alone i walk to you my past
With opened arms i run to you my past
I knock the doors of distances
There behind them painful memories lies
May can i catch the last chance
To hug the memories of the past
And make with them my last dance
For the last time to try
To arouse the misty pity
And the constancy of the past
To revive the inscrutable pain of the past
May for last time i can remove that insensible gauzy veil
That lies there like an insect between and around
the misty pity of the past
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Have a Nice Day
When you live somewhere
for a very long-time,
street corners gather memories,
friendly memories
you can say Hi to everyday.
They are memories
of your progress through life.
Memories of important events
that moulded and shaped our lives.
Therefore, whenever
we pass the corners
our friendly memories
are always there to say
have a nice day
(12 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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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 will always remind
People say that you have to let go of the past if you want to make it to the future,
Truth is that you will make it to the future but your memories will never fade,
Even the ones that a special person has given you,
That you just can`t earse,
Memories are one of the best things a person can have because its something to look back on for as long as you live,
Memories are ever lasting,
A story to tell,
So hold on to those memories,
For in the future as well
poem by Shanice A. Rodriguez
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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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Creative Nonfiction
Let us
now speak
about our
history:
The past as
it was, no longer
to be.
Let us
remember
the nostalgic things
Retarding
in residual
glory.
The past l-o-s-e-s
the luster o f
meaning
Af ter sev
ralrepeetd
list
en
ings,
But that
doesn't pre
vent
how we forget
Our om
nipre
sent
state of now being.
If our time together
were a cassette,
Re cording
our interlocking
du et,
Let us
spittle hymns
almost
mindlessly
With un
restrained
sentiment
ality.
Let us
be persuasive
in our pi
ty
As the present passes past
you and me.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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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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