A Pale And Distant Memory
She now is nothing more to me
Than a pale and distant memory
A hazy dismal reverie
Of a forgotten failing fantasy
One fallen from my conscious mind
Extracted from my broken heart
The eyes I had for her are blind
To feel a love that’s torn apart
And what is art with out the passion
I’ll need it all not just a ration
Not one that's worn and dropped like fashion
And come a distant memory
A pale and distant memory
An empty vessel on the sea
As she has become to me
Just that and nothing more to me
'A Pale And Distant Memory' Copyright © 2010 Matthew Densley
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More To Me Than A Valentine
You're more to me than a valentine
And I hold you in my heart
My love for you will always shine
And I hope we never part
To know that you'll be always mine
Will satisfy my soul
You etched yourself on my lifeline
And then my heart you stole
Your beauty makes the stars align
A sight for sorest eyes
You're nothing shorter than divine
An angel in disguise
You give a love that feels so fine
Like no one else could show
You're more to me than a valentine
And I'll never let you go
'More To Me Than A Valentine' Copyright © 2010 Matthew Densley
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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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Love Chucka
How did I find the feeling to write the words in my mind? ? ?
Times of sand cannot wash the images.
The business is to confess.
The test in making more of those faces I love oh so much.
Such a pleasurable flux.
Now or Never.
Just measure the mix with twix and ten fingered clicks.
CREATED: Monday, August 18,2008 12: 16: 46 AM
FINALIZED: Monday, August 23,2008 12: 17: 52 AM
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Tip of My Memory
On the tip of my memory
of a time so distant
sitting at kitchen table
watching my mother.
She was cooking one of her
fine means, as she always did,
remembering how young
she was.
Miss those days of old
when we would just talk
of her telling me of her youth,
now I'm older than she was then.
All of this just on tip of
my memory, so long ago
as days go by, memory fading
away to days so distant.
(4-21-07)
Deleted Memory
when they die
at places distant lie
whom we love
as dearly as a dove
whose voice too
we never hear
whose smiles too
we never bear
only in distant memory
like a fading Spring
or a vanishing rainbow
we remember them
brilliantly etched
in the colourful memory stretched
do they really die to us
whom we love so dearly
cherish so preciously
out of sight
yet beautifully imprinted
in the memory in sight
poem by Lalitha Iyer
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Forgotten Scar
The day his mark faded
From its place upon my skin
His hold on me was lifted
The love my heart once bore for him
And the pain my mind told me his memory brought
Along with all the marks he left upon my body
Faded to a distant memory
Now and forever gone
He is nothing to me
Nothing
Now he is only
A faded and forgotten scar
In the memory of my heart
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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Your Memory
YOUR MEMORY
Your memory,
comes like a floating cloud,
no one knows,
from where it comes,
and from where it goes
your memory comes,
like a sweet fragrance,
your memory comes,
from distant hills,
like a flowing river
and where it goes
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Lost In The Memory of You
There were days so long ago
That time stood still
Truth came to be known
A passion from within
Lost in the memory of you
Kindness ruled the day
Laughter all around
Silence was stirring deep
The heart full of love
Lost in the memory of you
Sadness consumed the soul
For tomorrow would never come
Longing to be near
Yet distant and apart
Lost in the memory of you
poem by Patricia J Bristow
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PhatLip
The reason there is meaning in dance
The fact of upper N.Y. having more to offer
Calm, cool and collected
She walks talks and minds her every move
Her present is formed from a hardened past
Confusing to the naked eye
Only through understanding
Of her better parts
Would one se the clout as I have
Looking for the energy
Clamoring to it
She found an unknown source
In the least likely of places
Her face cannot be easily read
Her eyes are more than intense
Sometimes the vision does not even make sense
Regardless
The fact in having more in having less
Is something that could only be taught
Through and by
An achiever of survival
CREATED: Sunday, October 05,2008 4: 19: 42 AM
FINALIZED: Saturday, October 11,2008 10: 18: 26 PM
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poem by Casa Wilson
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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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Melody For A Memory
(words & music by john oates)
One for the money
One song Im writing for you
And if you cant take me with you girl
Take this melody for a memory
Love in the morning
Love in the late afternoon
Therell be no words when I leave you girl
Just a melody for a memory
And if you cant take me with you
Take this melody for a memory
She cried when he left her
Her eyes went black with the blue
The infrequent letters
The sooner the better
The cold distant phone calls
Will have to do
And if you cant take me with you
Take this melody for a memory
Take part of me, take part of me
Take this melody for a memory
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Distant Light
Distant light flickers an invitation of hope.
In reaching it, there will be sanctification.
Dimness that surrounds the eyes
will be forgotten.
Black holes that open the heart
will be discarded.
Let the distant light come closer.
Let the distant light be a friend.
Shallow water cannot drown soul.
It can only hinder the passage.
Dampening the spirit as it frolics
like a moonbeam across the mind.
Distance lends unhappiness.
Let the distant light shine bright.
Let the distant light be a guide.
In closets of blackness the hands
seek an opening in the shadows.
They find nothing, but the eyes
focus on a distant light that
calls like a radio in the night.
Let the distant light embrace.
Let the distant light be closer.
In an emptiness of broken glass
there is a pattern to salvation.
Frame the light like fire in the glance,
walk towards it. Find escape.
Let the distant light be strong.
Let the distant light shine forever.
What is the distant light that shines?
What is its meaning in a journey?
This is an answer not easily explained.
This is a hope not readily known.
Let the distant light continue.
Let the distant light always shine.
poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
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Your Memory Keeps Calling Me Back
Years ago, we came to the end of the line,
both went our separate ways,
but your memory keeps calling me back.
Calling to me from a distant shore,
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on,
but your memory keeps calling me back,
like some overplayed song.
I have a different life now,
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain,
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same.
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge,
for your memory keeps calling me back,
saying with you is where I belong.
8 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Thank You for the Memory
My body tingles as I lay there still feeling your body wrapped around mine
I close my eyes and notice that there is nothing I can do but dream
For you have left me here with nothing but a memory
A memory of what we had what we were
A memory of nothing more at this time nothing to have to look forward to
My heart aches as I open my eyes and turn to see nothing but an empty bed
The scent of you makes me wonder what could have been
It makes me wonder what went so wrong
We had something that could never be replaced and not it has vanished right before my eyes
You think that the memory will be nothing more than a picture
They say “A memory will last a life time”
I say “A memory will only last a life time as long as you can keep it alive inside of your heart”
There is one thing that should be said
Thank You for the memory that will last me a lifetime of joy
~*Tosha*~
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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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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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Butterfly and Flowers, Doves and Loves
Will I in dreams, begin to cherish
The sight of you for whom I now wish
To be so etched on this memory's mind
A love so distant and so hard to find?
I am one among many that you behold
As your heart's capacity to love unfolds
There lies so many rooms for your other loves
A romantic collection of wandering doves.
And yet you will say, 'you are different'
Wished the difference would make love permanent!
For the ways of new love these modern times
Cause pain in the heart in uncertainty's prime..
No ties and no promises will ever be made
Perhaps in another time the bond will be laid
Another dream metamorphosed to beauty
Will birth the butterfly of our Reality.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain
April 14,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Memory
Moonlight,
In the middle of a cold night,
All alone in silence,
Brings back memory,
Of the happy days with you.
Starlight,
seemed so distant in the night sky,
But each one of them,
are my many happy memory of you,
That warms up my cold heart.
Twilight,
It appeared after a dark night,
And so is the bright sunlight and busy day,
No matter how hard I try to run away,
When silent nights returned,
Memory will visit again and again.
poem by Desert Life
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Beyond The Distant Hills
The sun is shining for me,
beyond the distant hills.
Where my love is waiting,
for my return.
The water is sweet to drink,
beyond the distant hills,
where a warm fire is waiting,
for my return.
The grass bends in the breeze,
beyond the distant hills.
Where my love’s heart yearns
for my return.
A candle lights a window,
beyond the distant hills.
Where someone keeps a watchful eye,
for my return.
Beyond the distant hills,
where no clouds gather,
and no storms darken the sky.
Beyond the distant hills,
bright eyes wait for my return.
Beyond the distant hills,
my dreams will come true,
and I promised myself one day I will get there.
25 April 1988
poem by David Harris
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Fast Cars
Fast cars,
She lives at the best hotels
Big stars,
She knows them all so well
Lost loves,
Shes had more than just a few
Wrong moves,
She can afford more than you
She dont know, what real love is
Shes always had, second best
She dont know, what real love is
Shes always had second best.
Headlines,
Shes been there once or twice
Feeling fine
She has forgotten the price
She dont know, what real love is
Shes always had second best
She dont know, what real love is
Shes always had second best.
(mccafferty, cleminson, charlton, agnew, sweet)
(copyright 1980 nazsongs ltd.)
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
Copyright 1980 a&m records, inc
song performed by by Nazareth
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