A Summer Storm In Passion Love
glorious memories with sunshine upon green hills of life
memories in gilt frame highlighting love in rich passion
ignoring winter snow dancing in ripe summer meadows
Inspired by ‘I Remember You’ by Julie Lopez.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Memories
Orbison/dees
In a cold december, memories can melt your heart away
In a warm september, you can still remember yesterday
Even in the darkest night when dreams fade away
When your love is gone, youll never be alone in memories
Memories, while walking through a winter snow, memories, when summer breezes start to blow
When true love is far away it may be yours in memories
Memories, while falling leaves just fill the air, memories, when springtime comes and loves not there
Even when you cry, try not to say goodbye to memories
Golden memories can turn the night into day, teach your heart to smile
And live each day a while in memories
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Julie
Julie
Oh
And I know
Like a mirror, sunday morning
When the dark clouds hung above
I saw you kneeling neath a garden
I saw the grim and stood above
What kind of meaning in a gun shot
It doesnt matter what they say
I never felt I aimed at no one
And whos gonna take the gun away
Julie
Pretend for me
That Im someone in your life
Julie
Im yours till the end
All the days and memories
Im not a man of single reason
Its in every single man
This beat of jealous retribution
And every spurned heart makes its plan
Well, I know that you really loved him
And I know that if theres a God above
Through million times well remember
How the trail slips away
Julie
Pretend for me
Even only for a while
Julie
My soul is on the line
All the days and memories
Julie
Remember me
All the days of your life
Julie
Im lost over you
Passion always ends this way
End this way
song performed by by David Bowie
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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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Winter's Summer
Winter without you is like
a summer in a winter, when memories
of your love murmur in my winter.
Summer in a winter was never been
hot as it is.when the memories
of your love thrills me today.
Winters summer were very rare when
we walked on the bed of purple flowers
with your affectionate look.
When I forget this heat and
hold you in my poetic arms, you
kiss my poem through your heart
in this winter.
winter's summer was very rare...
venky
poem by Venkatesh Nagaraj
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As The Years Pass Along
When the snow is gone,
we will remember this winter
for a long time to come.
We will remember being told not to go to work,
now that never happened before.
We will remember of being snow in,
and that has never happened before.
Yes, we will all have memories to share
as the years pass along,
of the biggest snowfall
we had in over forty years.
We will talk about it with affection,
forgetting the moans some people had.
We will laugh at how the authorities
like always were never prepared.
How we had to walk for a change
for there were no buses to be had.
We will remember the community spirit,
something we have not seen in years.
Memories will compound memories
with a few exaggerations to be had
as the years pass along.
13 January 2010
poem by David Harris
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Good Memories Remain With Me
Good memories remain with me and good memories never die
Of Summer days on uncle Dan's and aunty Mary's farm in green old Lisnaboy
Above the rushy meadow the lark carolled in the sky
And the new mown hay it scented sweetly in the sunshine of July.
The wild brown bees were gathering nectar on the flowers by the hedgerow
And above the sunlit meadows the swallows flew to and fro
And butterflies of many hues flitted around the wildflowers
Their life is brief when compared to ours they are old in forty hours.
The childhood years they went too fast the time just seemed to fly
But our happy memories of the past we reflect on and enjoy
Cock robin with the rich red breast sang on the willow tree
The robin king of his small World his hard won territory.
With my Uncle Dan and Aunty Mary I tossed the hay to dry
In the mid fifties in July in green old Lisnaboy
In old Duhallow north of here and thousands of miles away
But the boy back then now getting old and showing his years in gray.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Will Remember You
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
I'm so tired
I can't sleep
Standing on the edge of something
Much to deep.
It's funny how we feel so much
And cannot say a word
We're screaming inside
But we can't be heard
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
So afraid to love you
More afraid to loose
Clinging to past
That doesn't let me choose.
Well, once there was a darkness
A deep and endless night
You gave me everything
You gave me light.
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Remember all
The good times that we had
Let them slip away from us
And things got bad.
Clearly I first saw you
Smiling in the sun
I want to feel your warmth
I want to be the one.
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Chorus:
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories.
Weep not for the memories.
The memories...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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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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Winter Must Be Cold With No Memories
Winter is a lonely season
if you have no one.
The snow lays on the ground,
white and pale as death.
You walk along any beach
see how deserted it can be.
Empty as a broken heart
living in loneliness.
For some winter
must be cold with no memories.
Something to lift the evening chill
to warm summer days
of two hearts entwined.
So winter can be cold
with no memories
of warm and happier times.
28 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Winter of Discontent
I remember a winter a few decades ago.
Where our dear England was covered in snow.
It started on Boxing Day with a blizzard from hell
then in the course of a week the snow just fell.
This once green paradise was now a shroud of white
and everyone was suffering from chillblains and frostbite.
Outdoor life was like an indoor fridge
where everything had frozen like a mountain ridge.
Abandon lorries on the side of the road
men were freezing even their load.
Villages cut off all over the land
so in came the troops to lend a hand.
This was the winter of discontent that lasted from
Christmas, and way past Lent.
As one lot of snow cleared, it would return again
to bring freezing cold tempretures and a lot of pain.
Wind would blow both night and day, and still the snow
never went away.Drifts of snow standing six foot high
just being topped up with snow from a winter sky.
So what of this winter of ice and snow
one that happened a few decades ago.
I remember it as one that was cold and wild
because in the summer God presented me
with my first born child.
In this year, where snow fell in December
it was the coldest winter I will ever remember.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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Martha and The Vandellas
'Lover...
You've gone from me
And left behind,
So many memories.'
Here is Martha and The Vandellas,
Singing
Complex and yet simplistic harmonies,
As I reminisce.
And this song I can't forget,
'Come and Get These Memories'
Says how I feel!
I wish you could come and get these memories!
I wish there was a chance,
We could hold and dance like that again!
In the Summer breeze and on the blocked street
Dripping sweat from quick steps done!
But the love we had was like 'Quicksand'.
And in it we were sinking deeper!
'Wild One'
'Heat Wave'
And 'Dancing In the Street'
Recalls those times in our lives well reflected,
With Motown beats...
And the 60's!
'Soooo...
Come and get these memories!
Come and get 'em
Since you've gone out of my life!
Give them to your new love!
Give them to your new love! '
Not really though...
You've become too attached!
And I've become too unwilling to let go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer Romance
The sky melted into summer,
when i met you with your friend
and you were like no other
so we met up again.
Inseperable after a week,
and the memories we shared
like when you kissed me on the cheek
and whispered that you cared.
A summer in the wood
making passion under stars
i never knew you could
make me love you so so hard.
While summer slips away
and winter's seeping through
our romance on last days
next Summer i wait for you.
poem by Sofia Darling
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Winter Love
when it begins to get cold
and the snow begins to fall
love shines like pure gold
cuddled together by the coals
watching movies
playing board games
patching up the memories
you will never be bored
for true love
is a fire
the core of your heart
just keep that fire hot
soon when winter ends
the fire might come to an end
and you will always remember that winter
even in the light of summer
poem by Jason Lovelace
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In Memories With You (The End)
Revisiting our past days
Holding time together
The album of memories says...
Beautiful pieces to remember
Heavenly fun and laughter
Love how we stay this way
Sunshine of the last summer
Bending time bringing serenity
Touching my hand for a first write
I'm lost in the warmth of your soul
'Listen to the rain' we made
My lips say that never to fade
Standing in a corner of the year
Bring back all past of older me
Be with you and open to see
Painting life by hand again
Deeper color immortalize me
Brushing smile in child wonderland
Wish i still there but we can't
Holding my soul tight
You listen to my first ballad
Either good or bad u never say it wrong
Closer and closer, make me strong
O September full of bonds
Our days flew drifted by the wind
Time flows like the November rain
Counting without missing a date
Three hundred sixty five days we holding on
Within the full heart of 12months not even long
Nothing went wrong but now we done
Cold winter always a sad witness
We end up in 31st December
Six feet under the white snow
Preserve memories in ice
Denying that was our last day
In memory it keeps lasting
Here in December
Never meant say for leaving
Something was missing
And I missing you already
Before say a goodbye
New years, ....
Won’t be...Never be...
The same like you
Now i walking out my life
With a full memories
Walking ahead with same steps
Along with memories
Leaving u 2010 for 2011
But something still alive
The memories with you
I just cant stop thinking
Because i am
In memories with you
-THE END-
poem by Unwritten Soul
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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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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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song performed by by Chicago
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Summer
I'm looking at your photograph the picture on my wall
Life's too short for memories i can't have it all
You gave me the run-around so we go our own sweet ways
I'll be making the most of summertime crazy nights and lazy days
Summer can't last too long summer can't last too long
Spring, winter or fall but out of them all
The summer can't last too long
One night can seem a lifetime and i've got no more time to lose
Sunshine on my shoulders kissing away my blues
Looking to the future searching for the girl
Not too much like the last one just the prettiest in the world
Summer can't last too long summer can't last too long
Spring, winter or fall but out of them all
The summer can't last too long
Yeah, yeah
song performed by by Asia
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Halfdan Kjerulf
Winter had sought his life's tree to o'erthrow,
Youthful and strong. But his blood's vernal flow
Saved it from death through the cold and the maiming;
Late in the summer bright flowers were flaming,
Late in the autumn they swelled to completeness,-
Fruits that were few, but of fragrance and sweetness.
Poets received them to endless seed-sowing,
Where for his folk endless summer is glowing,-
While more and more,
Stricken he hung o'er the death-river's shore,
Fighting in weakness the winter abhorred,
Fighting for summer, the singer's reward,
Fighting while failing, with modesty rare,
Soon but in prayer.
Summer received him! He now is victorious!
Now, while they harvest the yellowing corn,
Now, while the hills hear the notes of the horn,
He
enters glorious.
Mirrored in him is true poetry's force,
Marked by our winter, in summer its source.
E'en as the air with its quivering sheen,
Leaves of the forests and red peaks serene,
Waters that wander 'mid meadows delaying
Sound with the music the sunshine is playing,-
Poetry also shall leap with new life,
If it, though failing, is faithful in strife:-
Leap from death's thronging:-
Soon comes the summer with summer's pure longing.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Winter's Whitest Spurts
Although John Clare declared that he
saw spring in winter’s whitest spurts,
for many this is hard to see
when, freezing, all our body hurts,
and winter’s direst discontent
makes cold blasts pierce the frozen soul.
We wonder where the summer went
when icy winds exact their toll,
and whistling toll for all of us
on nights we wish would be more silent.
each blast a blaring blunderbuss
that’s aimed to make us all an island,
disconnected from the spring
and summer, fall, that we remember
when we for warmth our cold arms fling
around each other in December.
Inspired by John Clare’s “The Winter’s Spring”:
THE winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please-no bees to hum-
The coming spring's already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring-the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.
12/24/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Let Me Remember
Wrap me up in memories.
Tie me with a bow.
Keep me wrapped up tightly
so my memories never go.
Let me remember your kisses,
your lips wet from mine.
If the bow becomes untied
those memories I might not find.
Let me remember your humming,
your sound within my ear.
If the bow unravels
those memories I shan't hear
Let me remember your touches,
your hands upon my face.
If the bow keeps me tied
no memory will ever erase
you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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