My left knee and me
the memory of my birthing
like
the memory of my dying
was
is/
and
will/
forever
be lost
to me/
it was thus
a surprise/
not at all pleasant
but still
a surprise/
that as i tiptoed silently
last week/
from quinquagenary
to sexagenary/
the memory of my left knee’s being
made itself quite plain to me/
in lieu
of cogito/ ergo sum
i am thinking/ therefore i exist
as rené would have it/
my knee has twisted
this Cartesian syllogism
awry/
i am aching/ therefore you are/
the dogma of thinking being/
mutating/ transforming/
to the tenet of paining existing/
and so as i amble through
this decade sans nine days
with a limp/ i could lose/
i shall miss/ the company/
the companionship/
of dear friend/ of beloved kin/
but/
i can look forward/ to
a certain constancy/
that only death could cleave apart
my aching left knee and me//
poem by Renato Mascardo
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Who Am I?
Rene Descartes popularized
The phrase: Cogito ergo sum-
I think therefore I am. How wise!
If I’m thinking, then it’s presumed
That I exist because of “I”
The one doing the thinking.
On this point we see eye to eye;
Even so, it begs questioning
Beyond my very existence;
That is, the question: who am I?
A query asked with persistence.
What does “buried beneath” imply?
Does it mean “core sense” of myself
Or an illusion of one’s self?
poem by Albert Ahearn
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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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Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
song performed by by Limp Bizkit
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In The Making Of 'memory
dear friends,
how's your life?
it's been a while since I heard you laughed,
I, sometimes, dream of us so clearly,
in this making of 'memory'
our past days surely are beautiful,
the things keep our memory books so full.
the things we left unchanged are so many,
in this making of 'memory'
dear friends,
where have you been?
our day, our time,
do you still have that memory?
we live our lives now, differently.
we are, but for the making of another 'memory'
poem by Kite Remedy
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King Leer
Your boyfriend, he
Went down on one knee
Well, could it be
Hes only got one knee ?
I tried to surprise you
With vodka
Or tizer
I cant quite quite remember
But you didnt thank me
You didnt even thank me
Because you never do
Your boyfriend, he
Has the gift of the gab
Or, could it be
The gift of the grab ?
I tried to surprise you
I lay down beside you
And ... nothing much happened
And you didnt phone me
You didnt even phone me
Because its not your style
To dial
Your boyfriend, he
Has displayed to me
More than just a
Real hint of cruelty
I tried to surprise you
I crept up behind you
With a homeless chihuahua
You coo-ed for an hour
You handed him back and said :
Youll never guess - Im bored now
song performed by by Morrissey
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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
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Yesterday Now Just A Memory
Now these days gone by
I see you only in my dream
you're always there somewhere
but never here next to me
my head held low
I had to let you go
I knew it had to be
now you must set me free
Like yesterday now just a memory
torn and frayed
love was lost as it would seem
to this scene we already played
as I walk on alone
through this bitter December cold
with nothing left to hold
there's nothing left here to try
with yesterday now just a memory
promises we made are forever gone
these tears turned to a heart of stone
all these years on this highway I roam
So many roads I traveled down
gone town to town
but with yesterday now just a memory
none never lead me back home
Spiritwind-2009
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Saying Our Final Goodbye
Get your one last look
Your final goodbye
For this is the place where memory will live and then die
It will go with us, following wherever we go
It is the place that we've met and have come to know
You can return one day, with me or alone
But this place will be someone else's
Someone making their own memory here
They will stand here too one day thinking
Thinking of that day
That magical day
It came so fast
Left fast
and lingers on
Forever
Goodbye for now
If I come back too soon it will be in my mind
The place we met
Where our love was set
And your heart mingled with mine
April 10,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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Thoughts on a memory
There is so little I can say,
and yet so much thought
has gone in today.
How the mind wanders
on the different alleys.
To retrieve a thought, a memory,
it's brought forth in vivid view,
to haunt my tormented soul..
I cling to the memory
of the almost-nothing.
Thinking it through
to create the almost-something.
As the days draw by
I think of that single memory.
I ponder on thoughts,
I know I should not have.
Yet, when the heart beats yearningly,
don't we all return to the memory?
To that single moment
when one word could make,
a whole new memory?
poem by Ranger Lady
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Dead Men's Love
There was a damned successful Poet;
There was a Woman like the Sun.
And they were dead. They did not know it.
They did not know their time was done.
They did not know his hymns
Were silence; and her limbs,
That had served Love so well,
Dust, and a filthy smell.
And so one day, as ever of old,
Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
On fire to cling and kiss and hold
And, in the other's eyes, to see
Each his own tiny face,
And in that long embrace
Feel lip and breast grow warm
To breast and lip and arm.
So knee to knee they sped again,
And laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told,
Across the streets of Hell . . .
And then
They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
And knew, so closely pressed,
Chill air on lip and breast,
And, with a sick surprise,
The emptiness of eyes.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1911)
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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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Who Now Shall Be My Friend?
Once again slow brewing
Inside my stomach aching,
A bright new world is making
New lenses for my eyes.
Filters matt all life aroused,
Here and now my fingers poised,
Ready for your words,
Great goddess, Great Muse,
Come be wise amuse me.
Sing me your song from behind the curtain of the world,
Into the nightmare, all creatures now befriending.
Dance the dance divine,
Keep your beat and beat your time,
Or else lose into their world,
All memory of what you were,
All memory of who you are,
All memory of why.
Too long it has been since I laid myself before you,
Too long indeed old friend,
When now shall be the end?
When now is now the past?
Who now shall be my friend?
poem by David Lacey
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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*~
poem by Darkness Falls
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Lets Make A Memory
Orbison/melson
Come a little closer
Dont you tell me no sir
Lets make a memory
Come on now
Come on and give me your kiss now
What are you gonna miss now
Lets make a memory, a memory
Lets make a memory
Make a memory
Yes lets make a memory together
One that will last and last forever
Sweet baby
Baby hold me tight then
Squeeze with all your might then
Lets make a memory
Come on now
Just have a little fun for
What do you think were young for?
Lets make a memory
Make a memory
Yes lets make a memory together
One that will last and last forever
Come on now
Let yourself let go now
Dont let love grow cold now
Lets make a memory
Sweet baby
Forget about the past now
Weve got a love thatll last for
Now and forever we will be
Making memories....
Making memories
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Memory and Oblivion
When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Memory's Shadow
Faces and names lost in haze and dark
Hurts and blames always leaving their mark
Pain and lies only sink into grey
Lovers and friends gradually fade away
Towers of power brought down low
Where? All there in memory’s shadow
A promise made down on one knee
A first kiss made under an ancient oak tree
An action of hate against a community
Consequences revealed in a moment of clarity
A shot to the head not painful or slow
All held right there in memory’s shadow
Snapshots of a time long since past
Fragments salvaged in hope they will last
Pieces of horror we do not want to keep
Slices of life to make grown men weep
A farewell to a beauty to whom love we did show
Will always be caught there in memory’s shadow
The good and the bad locked behind closed doors
Offering an angel’s joy, or pain of festering sores
To drive the mind into torment or to set it free
To make sure I remember you and you also do me
From the first spark of light to Death’s diminishing glow
All is there to be found in memory’s shadow
poem by Anthony Lund
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Haunt
She’ll HaUnT your every moment
Whether waking or asleep
Just when you think it’s safe enough
That’s when her memory creeps
Just like a raging river
The thoughts of her flow
Flooding your broken heart
And aching it up so
To think that you once had her
In the palm of your hand
Oh what joyful days
When you were her man
The only one who’s right for you
No one else will ever do
This loss is such a cross to bear
Her memory’s with you everywhere
She’ll HaUnT your every moment
Whether waking or asleep
Learning how to live with it
Her memory’s yours to keep
poem by Suzie ...Q
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What Yesterday Left Behind
The pendulum swings back and forward
as time forever marches on.
I never think of what tomorrow might bring,
but only what yesterday has left behind.
The flower colours that faded in the sun,
the hearts that were broken
when lovers parted company
for in tomorrow they will be just a memory.
Today we must live for what we have
and hold everything within our hearts dear
never let it become a memory
when tomorrow has begun.
We must cherish each moment we have
for we never know when tomorrow comes
we may not be here.
Love your life and live it to the full
because the pendulum never stops
and time keeps marching on.
6 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Heart of Closure+ (2006)
Our fainted hearts collided
we fell into each others emotions...
we created a heavenly gift when we united
You struggled most of the time, alone
thinking I was lost, I remained in solitude...
You said you did your best
I know you will never forgive,
Your heart next to mine will always detest
Yes! it's a recaptured memory, but
it's a memory I would love to relive,
and a memory I will never forget...
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
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Heart Of My Own
I cant go near the scent of flowers.
I cant look at the sky.
I cant turn on the radio
And not cry.
I wont watch lovers holding hands
Or the sun sinking down.
I cant look at a single thing in this town.
You were playing a game and i,
I lost count of the days and the nights.
Do you know that you were my life?
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone.
Tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
I have looked through every single book,
Torn through every poem,
Heard the words of every voice
That Ive known.
How can you have such a hold on me,
When youve already let go?
You must have more power than I know.
Woah.
You were playing a game and i,
I lost count of the days and the nights.
Oh, did you know that you were my life? !
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone,
Im tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
You gave me heaven and showed me how to fly,
Then laughed when I fell from the sky, yeah!
[guitar interlude]
Tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone,
Im tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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