It Isn't Everyday One Makes An Order, And Throws Out The Past
It isn’t everyday one makes an order, throws out the past
Goes through the piles of old papers
And sees here a missed opportunity there another time of life
Which one has long forgotten
Throwing most of the business papers away
And holding on to most personal things
One finds letters one did not answer
And dreams one did not begin to realize
Pictures are most painful
People no longer here
Loved ones in youth
Oneself as one was and will never be again
A life in these things
And almost gone
Cancelled bank books
Money one had once and no longer has
Love and people who were once one’s whole life
And are now strangers
The children
In so many different ages and times
The children no longer children
The past too too much past
Weighing me down with grief and despair
Asking myself how I can go on and for how much longer
Before someone else has to deal with the mess
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Afraid!
the day you
wake up and realize...
you no longer have
any reason to pretend,
that you have nothing
of value left to lose,
that you cant change the past...
that the people that love you,
love you in spite of yourself.
that the people you hate
are just reflections of you.
that life cant be possessed,
and is not about possessing.
that what you leave behind
is your heart... nothing more!
that death is not the enemy,
not the end, but comes to all...
then you become...
no longer afraid!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Youth
The chair seldom rocks,
The music has been thrown away
All the toys have been broken
And the laughs have gone away.
Across an ancient playground
Where the children once did play
I no longer see or hear them laugh
The Children have all gone away.
The swings they no longer swing
The trees stand ancient and bare
And the birds they no longer sing
For the children are no longer there.
I close an attic window
As I take off a childish mask
And as I think, the tears do flow
As I wished again, youth had last.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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I Can't Let Go
When do I begin,
To say 'enough'.
And let what has troubled me in the past,
End!
What addicts me to revisit,
Emotions still raw...
To self inflict?
Only I seem to sit,
Prepared and ready for conflict.
Holding onto a bitterness,
I can't let go.
Although I must quit!
What initiated it?
I don't remember that at all.
I do, however, recall wanting to play baseball.
And 'someone' shouting,
'He's too young!
He can't hold the bat!
And besides that...
That kid is too small! '
When do I begin,
To say 'enough'.
And let what has troubled me in the past,
End!
Especially those things that happened in grade school.
When I wanted to fit in,
With the other children!
'Uh, grandpa?
Snap out of it!
You'll be fine.
Somethings take a little bit longer than others.
But you will be okay! '
Too SMALL?
I'll show them!
Note:
Some of us 'do' harbor ill feelings for far too long!
Maybe beyond the ridiculous!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Too Much In Me
THERE IS TOO MUCH IN ME
There is too much in me
Too many feelings-
Too much longing for the past
Too much need for those no longer here
Too much wishing to see and be with them again-
The past calls me again and again-
I do not know how to-
I cannot answer it.
I wait for some other witness
From those past times of my life
I need to hear from and share with them.
There is no one left who cares.
I alone care
For so much which is gone.
And when I go
All of us will be gone.
And where is the future generation?
And what have I done with my life?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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Consideration Of The Fear Of The Mate For Your Soul
Have you not stopped, to consider I may also be scared to death! ?
Perhaps it is because, neither one of has truly taking life's first breath-
And shall not, until our hearts' verity is addressed in the way it is due;
Perchance my beloved, be not afeared any longer of your heart's call-
For, it is what you have awaited for so very long-as I have awaited you,
To lift the curtain off the heartache that has been my heart's pall
For so very long-I am forever in your debt, not for precisely what you did,
But for the resultant of your actions as they are now; As you were afeared, you hid
Behind a veil of secrecy, to protect yourself from further harm, as others hurt you!
As you have been terse in the recent past, I may be, in a different way, curt too!
Now that we are no longer burdened by our past, each, contrariwise-
Perhaps now beloved, you shall begin, in your own way, to realize:
Fear may cause many actions or inactions, to keep certain things secret-
But, the only truth that emerges from this arcanum is love-you could not keep it
Under wraps any longer, and it needed to emerge from the coccoon of your heart's coffer,
Where until its escape, it remained so very closely guarded; Now though, this proffer
Of love sans pareil, may not be masked from this world-all now know of its strength;
One more truth may escape you though, which is: no matter of distance, nor of length
Of time, I shall be here waiting to help you realize that the this love is the fortitude
You believe you lack-then only beloved, shall you truly see this love, and the necessitude
It imparts, to both you and your heart: namely, you simply must beat back the nemesis that is fear,
And allow to blossom further, the ardor of your own heart, that for always, is near!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Revolution Now
they're calling for revolution!
things must change!
the only sword we carry is truth...
as we march with justice
and equality...
what's past is past!
we cannot change
what's already been done.
the only way to heal the wounds
of the past is to create a future...
a future that begins with today!
no longer divided by color or creed,
we march hand to heart as one.
knowing that no man is free
until every man is free!
(and woman, and child...)
no longer owned by the things
we possess, and owning no man.
no longer bound by self-oriented
idealologies... the barrier between us
is no more...
today is the day,
now is the moment....
history waits for no one!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Our Love, Stronger Than Any Fear
Do you know how lucky you are? Had you been any other,
I say this not merely because you are my children's Mother!
You have shown me though, all I need to see,
I have loved you as I have no other, you too, for me!
You are the love of my life, I need not anything else;
You give me a elevated sense of mine own self!
Love me as you used to and I shall no longer perturbed-
Love me now, as then-as though our love, left undisturbed!
Fear away fear, leave her be-you've no longer a place!
No longer do you hold court over her actions, her mind!
You have left her surely-she has left you behind!
No longer may you, our love, away, chase!
Our love is stronger, still, than is any fear;
My love, with me, whether I am there, or here!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Sweetest Days Ever Known
Sitting in McDonald's
Watching my youngest / last
Frolic in the 'playland'.
I consume coffee, she drinks in simple joy.
Knowing full well
How so soon and suddenly
These days will sadly be all through;
I've seen the days
Quickly come and go,
I see adulthood, like a lion, charging us...
A repeat of when my first / oldest
Stopped playing in those children's
Care-free days and ways.
- Though I must confess
Whenever she still calls me 'daddy'
My heart says a thank you to God.
(Perhaps now, in some sense,
I begin to see, to understand
How He feels toward us.)
I watch her play,
Laugh and dance;
I love her sweetness,
Innocence and unconditional spirit...
With praise I give God thanks for them both.
And for the wonderful times we've had,
The times of youth, and the times beyond,
The past, present, and future.
Still, I cannot help but wish
These sweet, wonder-filled, loving days
Of beautiful youth would linger on,
And last a while longer,
Than they have.
I am so grateful for what has been,
And what yet shall be;
Lord, be with my children,
Your children, eternally. Amen.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Love Letters
She held a pack of love letters tied with ribbons and bows.
these were the love letters that she would never show.
Every one of them was dated first to last
These were the letters that held a life past.
Times may pass and things may change
But memories stay the same.
The writing of love letters had slowly disappeared
But she held on to them from year to year.
She sat with the letters in her lap.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
He had said he would be with her
Till the day he died
And fifty years later
He met his maker
And was carried to the cemetery
by the undertaker.
The letters had been written
with tenderness and love
Proclaiming every thing
Even the stars above.
He said life was meaningless if with her
His life he could not share.
And losing her was something
he could not bear.
Now that he was gone and she
Was left all alone.
The house didn’t seem
like much of a home.
She knew her children would not understand
Why she held the love letters in her hand.
These were the memories that kept her alive
And on that she couldn’t deny.
But her mind and body was fading fast
And she knew she could not last.
So to her children she bequeathed
The letters that she cherished all her life
For that was her husband, and she was his wife.
These are the love letters that your father
Wrote to me when we were young and carefree.
He told me of all that life had to offer.
And of all the love he had for me
And that he wanted to raise a family.
When you read his letters you will know
Why I loved this man so.
And now it’s time for me to go.
Because your father awaits me on the other side
And we’ll be together for all of time
poem by Louis Rams
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Dark Ages
I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Let It Be
Now that I am no longer blind,
And we are totally apart:
I need different thoughts in my mind
And new feelings in my heart…
I must stop dwelling in my past,
Just take different paths and move-on
Since many things in life never last,
Change the course of my life and be strong;
And once and for all, burial my past,
Whether I was right or I was wrong…
Life is beautiful and my love is vast,
It is time to listen to a new song….
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Dream Of Peace
Soft cotton balls in a room with no doors
Peace for a thriving world without wars
The Benedictine monks offer Gregorian Chants
The absence of fear for tomorrows plans
Promises dismiss the dark night of the soul
Soldiers returning home no longer on patrol
Humanity revisited and races for ever united
Endangered species are commonly sighted
Weapons of destruction no longer needed
Redundant politics forgotten and weeded
Money is no longer in print and out of style
All people are fed and life is worthwhile
Animals treated with respect and love
Abuse is non existent and not heard off
Our planet no longer exploited but free
Clean rivers flow into an abundant sea
Without guns violence no longer exist
Children play happily among our midst
Open borders and a land without police
I hope not to wake from the dream of peace
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The Past Is An Old Man's Poem
The Past is an old man’s poem
And all he was
And all he can never be again
And all the people he loved
No longer here-
And all the times he can barely remember
And never forget
And all the love lost
And all the waste
And all the sadness
And all the joy and the still strong happiness-
The Past is an old man’s poem
Written in his memory
And waiting to be said again and again
While he lives through another day and another night and another memory lost
The past is an old man ‘s poem
And that poem too will be gone before long.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Price We Pay
(08/21/11)
The days are getting longer and
the nights are getting shorter.
The economy is scaring
And the tempers are flaring.
So many people struggling to survive
And many on the unemployment line.
Military people are losing their rights
And still expected to stand and fight.
Social security checks are getting smaller
And the welfare lines are getting longer.
Yet we still throw millions of pounds of food away
And millions are starving every day.
People are crossing our borders every day
Looking for jobs with a bit more pay.
You no longer have to wonder
Why banks are going under.
The world is going through the same things as us
But in GOD we must put our trust.
If those words are imprinted on our currency
Then in that you must believe.
If we could only go back to the past
Where we could afford a gallon of gas.
Where jobs offered retirement benefits
And health care too, and we didn’t have
To worry as to what to do.
We all know that life never stays the same
And we all must go through these aches and pains.
Is this the price that we must pay
So the politicians can get their way?
poem by Louis Rams
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Control
I have none,
So it's time to let it go.
It makes life unmanageable,
More than you know.
People are hurtful,
Their opinions cause pain.
Making them something they're not.
Will drive you insane.
So just let things be,
Let them lie where they may.
Change just what you can.
And live day to day.
You may disagree,
With what others do think.
But trying to change them,
Brings you to the brink.
Helping's not changing,
But learning to serve,
Makes others rethink things,
And throws them a curve.
They may look at things different.
Or still maybe the same.
They will make their mistakes,
And have themselves to blame.
So please heed this advise.
This advise that I give.
It may not make things better.
But you'll learn how to live.
To live life on life's terms,
Leave the past in the past.
Life life for today,
Cause it goes by so fast.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Delayed Too Late
Can we get together and consumate this?
Since I've stopped dismissing my past wishes,
Missed!
And my needs and wants I can no longer resist.
I felt out of place.
A distant misfit.
I can now admit desires...
With a burning yearning now on fire,
Inside.
Perhaps I smothered this with too much pride.
Perhaps I fought a searching sought.
And delayed too late...
What now baits my weaknesses.
I sing a new song I wish with you to share.
I wish for us to sing!
Are you still there?
Caring.
Is that time you had willing then...
Available for us to start all over again.
To begin again,
What ended then!
Can we get together and consumate this?
Since I've stopped dismissing my past wishes,
Missed!
And my needs and wants I can no longer resist.
Or am I someone you have chosen to forget?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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