Distance
My mind
with all the precious
treasures of memories
travels a lot...
but the distance
of its journey
is from
myself to yourself...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Poetry
It is intense, it flows
It springs from the heart
The mind really grows
One thanks God and bows.
It lives deep inside
It treasures memories
Born from seeds
Sprouting up righteous deeds.
It takes us into a journey
Through winding paths
In the warm company
Of feelings - precious harmony!
It never dies
Of sorrow, pains, cries
It stays alive inside you
Unveiling stories true.
poem by Maria C. Costa
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The Traveller
Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s ‘He travels the fastest who travels alone.’
Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
Though he laughs in the day time oft weeps on the nights;
For courage goes down at the set of the sun,
When the toil of the journey is all borne by one.
He speeds but to grief though full gaily he ride
Who travels alone without love at his side.
Who travels alone without lover of friend
But hurries from nothing, to naught at the end.
Though great be his winnings and high be his goal,
He is bankrupt in wisdom and beggared in soul.
Life’s one gift of value to him is denied
Who travels alone without love at his side.
It is easy enough in this world to make haste
If one live for that purpose – but think of the waste;
For life is a poem to leisurely read,
And the joy of the journey lies not in its speed.
Oh! vain his achievement and petty his pride
Who travels alone without love at his side.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Memories
Memories
All I have is memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
Now youre gone
They linger on, these memories
All these precious memories
Memories of you
How they linger in the twilight
In the morning in the small hours
Just before dawn
Memories
Of summer days so long ago
People in the places
That we used to know
Oh those memories
How they linger in the twilight
And in the wee small hours
Sometime just before the dawn
Oh those memories
Oh happy times those memories
All I have now is memories
Memories of you
Oh memories
All those precious memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Precious Memories
Those precious memories hidden deep down in my soul
Waiting for those memories to come clear to me and possibly unfold
It is so hard for me to remember my loving father and mother over the years
It hurts me so hard to try to remember my childhood scenes of them because it rarely appears
Those tearful, but precious memories flood deep inside of my heart
I only wish I could remember those precious memories, but they have started to fade and fall apart
Oh, it is hard to remember what was on my life's pathways, I fear that they never will be retold
But I know that those precious memories are still hidden somewhere down within in my soul
poem by Frank Pulver
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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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Precious Memories
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And those old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear
Chorus:
Precious memories
How they linger
How they ever flood my soul
Then, the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold
Repeat chorus
Tag:
Precious memories
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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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.
Cherished moments
I have cherished memories in my heart
They serve as buried treasure and shall never part
As I take inventory in my mind, there's a sweet aromor
I then bundled them up in my arms.
Inside I feel so good, safe from any harm
These are memories of how it use to be,
Not necessarily famous,
Nor necessarily in need,
Just sweet safely stored away
are these awesome thoughts. you see
About loveones and how it use to be
I really love those times
Wonderful precious memories,
They are oh so sweet
They are all on file, labeled as priceless,
Precious treasure, forever with me.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Heirlooms
Up in the attic,
Down on my knees.
Lifetimes of boxes,
Timeless to me.
Letters and photographs,
Yellowed with years,
Some bringing laughter,
Some bringing tears.
Time never changes,
The memories, the faces
Of loved ones, who bring to me,
All that I come from,
And all that I live for,
And all that Im going to be.
My precious family
Is more than an heirloom to me.
Wisemen and shepherds,
Down on their knees,
Bringing their treasures
To lay at his feet.
Who was this wonder,
Baby yet king?
Living and dying;
He gave life to me.
Time never changes,
The memory, the moment
His love first pierced through me,
Telling all that I came from,
And all that I live for,
And all that Im going to be.
My precious savior
Is more than an heirloom to me.
My precious jesus
Is more than an heirloom to me.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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We find that after years of struggle we do not take a journey, but rather a journey takes us.
John Steinbeck in Travels with Charley
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A Writer
When a writer, takes up his pen,
Yesterday, today, and
tomorrow begins.
We approach an open door,
Inside starting to explore.
Taking my readers on the
journey too,
Precious treasures to review.
Come along, go with me,
together, we will find the
key.
Exploring life's mysteries.
poem by Heather Burns
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Precious Memories
As I travel down lifes pathway,
Know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my childhood
In fond memory 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 Bob Dylan
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River & Streams
Running, running as they will through nature's gates.
The spectacle below the air in sparkling motion..
coursing upon mind, emotion touching lake and ocean.
The graceful force and beauty high jumps rustic states.
In it's sublime deliverance riles a plate of memories.
Aquatic system that supports life and freedom.Romantic
plots are shaped around it's energy and scenery.In a
poet's world symbolizes the senses and passion.The
destination and the journey once one travels rivers
and streams.
poem by William Blackman
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Time And Distance
time forgets
the pain, it travels
without really
getting any inch
of distance at all
distance on the
other hand
pretends through
space
but always with
time beneath
its
cloud.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.
quote by Ella Maillart
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Tell me something
Words have no meaning
Lessons taught to value
Feelings of hopelessness
Guarded by the tongue
Time seems precious to believe inside passion
When the world wants to sleep
And the mind travels in lyric......
poem by Shai Cherry
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Memories Re-lived
For far too long now
I have been facing backwards
Fists clenched
Back turned defiantly
On my future and the unknown
Instead I choose to plant my thoughts
In warm late August afternoons
And days gone by
Under the watchful eye of the moon
I pore over memories
Like precious treasures brought up from the sea bed
Each time I expose them to my conscious mind
They become a little fainter
A little less real
Over and over I replay them
Wishing I could go back
My soul crys for the lost oppurtunities
And beautiful summer afternoons
But now, reluctantly,
I must leave those days to rest
Where they belong, in my past
And in my mind
I stand and leave
My love, my best friend and me
To laugh forever
In the August sun
poem by Kathryn Gardiner
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Vagabond by Meena Mustafa
Ask the one who travels
What he seeks to find?
He roams the naked earth
To find his peace of mind.
Tortured and torn from reality
He packs his bag and leaves…
On a journey to nowhere
Where he can find his peace
He is a Vagabond…
Who roams through the streets at night
In dirty old jeans and a can of beer
For he has no guiding light
He looks shabby and haggard
His hair looks like straw
His over grown beard and mustache
Is now an attention to draw;
A wanderer and a loner
Who plays on the harp
Gathering pennies by his songs
That comes from his heart
Home is now that stretches
Miles far away…
On his feet he travels, and then ends his day.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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The Rose as a Sign
The rose breaks
Off from its branch
And hits the cold ground.
The wind picks it up
And blows the rose
A great distance away.
The rose travels even
Farther as it is carried
On through its brillant journey.
The rose lands at a girls
Feet and is picked up.
The girl asked for a sign
To keep her from running
Away from home and
The rose was her sign to stay.
poem by Tracey Wynn
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Journey Santiago
Journey Santiago
Discover in your search
A land in Love with mystery
It’s not far out of reach
Journey Santiago
Know Truth and know her well.
Forever on your travels
Hide not within your shell.
Forever Santiago,
Journey to discover
Mystery loves the land at hand,
Journey to recover.
Discover Santiago
Follow as the river flows.
poem by David Lacey
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