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Pickpocket

I started with so many My pockets overflowed All those many memories From the past that I had sowed Then there came a silent thief A pickpocket in disguise Taking precious memories Before I realized Now my pockets are empty I see faces I don't know Grasping for recognition From my mind it does not flow Just a body in a room With fleeting thoughts in my head Pockets filled with emptiness I'm among the living dead What happend to all my love Did he throw it all away Or is it waiting somewhere To collect some future day

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Arlene Smith

Date: 6/16/2014 10:52:00 AM

Wow, Richard! This is outstanding!!. One of those.,"wish I had thought of that" moments.. Hugs. Arlene..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/15/2014 6:37:00 PM

YOu asked me to see this one, and Oh my GOSH. What happened to my comment?? I saw this last night I think it was. And I could swear I commented!!! This is fantastic, Richard. so sad, and MY kind of poetry!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/15/2014 6:51:00 PM

Thanks Andrea, I'm pleased you like it. Have a good night.

Joseph Matose

Date: 1/14/2014 11:33:00 AM

Well-written poem. Thanks for sharing. JM

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/14/2014 4:36:00 PM

Thanks Joseph.

Carol Eastman

Date: 1/12/2014 11:21:00 AM

A touching write of something that effects so many... I often had memory loss... but am grateful it's only epilepsy... and all comes back... Had it all my life when stressed out... You should have seen me taking tests at school! Hit me often then! Strangely, nobody noticed my problem. But probably because no one noticed me. I carried my books because couldn't remember my locker or combination. So everyone thought I was smart and stayed away. Silly people... I was as invisible as my memory!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/14/2014 4:38:00 PM

You are certainly not invisible now. I have some pretty bad school memories as well. Bieng an adult has been far more rewarding.

Roy Jerden

Date: 1/11/2014 11:40:00 AM

A better description of dementia couldn't be made. There are those despair moments of clarity when the affected person sees it themselves. Hell. Cheers, Roy

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/11/2014 1:09:00 PM

I remember that with my grandpa. Thanks for commenting Roy.

Sameh Wahid

Date: 1/11/2014 9:16:00 AM

Time is a real pickpocket & a malignant thief! I do really hope we all realize that & take advantage of every moment in our lives.. Perfect poem!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/11/2014 9:21:00 AM

Thanks Sameh, I appreciate the visit and comment.

Monterey Sirak

Date: 1/10/2014 9:33:00 AM

Very imaginative and creatively written. I am wondering, is Time the pickpocket?

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/10/2014 9:52:00 AM

Alzeimers, both my grand parents were afflicted.

David Fisher

Date: 1/9/2014 9:50:00 PM

What a clever way to use the title word. Must have been fun to write once you had the theme. Enjoyed!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/10/2014 7:47:00 AM

Yes and difficult as well.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 1/9/2014 5:15:00 PM

very clever imagery here!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/10/2014 7:48:00 AM

Thanks ilene.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 1/9/2014 9:47:00 AM

Richard.....was waiting for a new one.....What a sense of loss and longing.....It tugs at my heart. May this never ever befall you......EVER

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/9/2014 10:19:00 AM

I sure hope so, Richard......I sure hope so......

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 1/9/2014 10:10:00 AM

Thanks Eileen, I hope as well. Both my grandparents had Alzheimers so I do have some concearn. Perhaps by continuing to write I can keep increasing my synapses.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 1/9/2014 9:49:00 AM

Reread it.........ONE OF YOUR BEST....OH, but may it never come to pass