Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard,
Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but,
Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and
There was a time when I was truly loved-
Every person admired my style and curves and my brilliance,
Death, oh d e a t h and old age is a terrible thing.
Memories are all I have as weeds and vines devour,
Even now, I can still feel the soft cloth that caressed,
Making sure my paint shined like glass . . . and,
On long rolling highways and hills, I glided a thing of beauty-
Roaring along without a care in the world (I was young)
Inside my interior was impeccable and my leather so soft
Eternity was mine- I was going to exist forever, but
Silently, the rust began and soon ruined and scarred my beauty.
Days passed and then one day, I was towed to this lonely place,
Eternity seems like not such a good idea now . . .
Chirping from within me where a little song bird has made a nest,
And windflowers and yellow dandelions keep me company.
Years have passed and more and more cars lay ravaged,
Inside my soul memories stir of happy times-
Now my windows have grown blank as dead eyes, and all the
Gnarled and twisted, rusting cars (once loved) wait . . . d e c a y i n g.
June 12, 2016
For the contest, Rusted and Busted
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
Demeaning, degrading this is how you feel about your situation
Eating away at the person you once were
Memory short term, yours is decreasing at an alarming pace
Embarrassed when you can’t remember someone you knew well
No longer able to do the things you once so enjoyed
Time means nothing now as more frequently you live in the past,
Imagination plays tricks but the things you see and hear aren’t real
All I wish is I could have you back as you once were
Written 7th March 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
Yesterday of them I have many
All here looking at me from my mirror,
My memories alas do not fade
Trouble me naught; only the manipulation,
Seemed to me driven by tomorrow’s ways
So much emphasis placed there,
Far from reality from those that promise
Away from the tack of truth once common sense lost.
Now everyday rapidly succumbs
It is the sunrise that tracks and makes the call,
Looks like today and tomorrow well travelled
As each one passes into you,
Though time is the daily measure
They're here we are told for your leisure
Here inside I still yearn for you the pleasure,
To be able to long for those that got away
Stay within this my comfort zone of which I know.
Oh how you have flown
I too within your subtle surge,
Believe in tomorrow I cannot
In tomorrow I see nothing but sorrow,
Yesterday is what we made; you and I!
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2014
He is mixing blue and purple on a portrait--me
while gulping coffee
of which water fetched from an old well
A figure taking shape on canvas
Wild strokes my hair
two sparkling dots my eyes
It feels so quiet here on a so quiet farm
Amid the mirror-shine mountain ridge
Not hearing a note from a bird, nor from a rooster
Mr. Brown's head tilting, eyes narrowing
Skinny paint brush against his mustache
long ashes falling off the dying cigarette
Copyright © Gray Star | Year Posted 2016
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
A mania she could not explain made her devise the plan:
No one could know where or what place she may have gone
If so, I’m not sure they’d tell; conclusions would be drawn:
Tomorrow, perhaps an answer will come, before the setting sun; but,
Really does it matter to anyone? Are we not all out of ‘town’?
Actually, yes I think it matters for many; especially matters to one.
Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
Choking back the tears when I
Hear the tiny children singing Christmas carols
Reaching out to friends and relations
I haven’t seen all year but sending them my news in cards
Sitting round the festive dining table with my loved ones with
Thoughts of those who are no longer with us
Miracle on 34th street on the television
And hearing White Christmas on the radio
Seeing the smiles on little faces when Santa has been
Contest: What does Christmas mean to me
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Though I did not want anyone to know
Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow
Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show
Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense
Eager to do things I become sometimes dense
Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice
Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise
Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart
The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
Picture a moment in time
Held captive in a frame
Old memories come back to life
Treating us to glimpses
Of treasures from the past
Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2013
R-remember that first time we met
E-excellent with happiness with every breath we took
M- memories so sweet and everlasting joy
E-energetic we were so many years ago
M-moments like these are kept within our hearts
B-bringing home laughter, with all thoughts of you
E-eternally we’ll be forever linked with our external glow
R-remembering all the times of old: so many years ago.
Written: July 25, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
Copyright © Theresa CW | Year Posted 2015
My granny said to me, "It's not good to talk about the past"
You must always live in the present for only it will last"
Apparently I was lost not knowing what she meant
But as years passed her words seemed heaven sent
I then began to wade deep into the middle of 2015
Daddy died, mom followed, my life a crying scene
I'm uncertain about the months I really cannot recall
Nothing seemed real nor made any sense at all!
God knows I prayed to be relieved of earthly pain
Momentarily I could smile until it all came back again
Emotions were like bombs I never knew from day to day
Memories of the past exploded until I heard granny say
Omit all the past be happy for as long as you are here
Remember life is short, cast aside your Yesteryear
Youth seems to travel back whenever granny's near!
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2016
Will you come with me down a road magical,
Only in my deep memory does this magic glow;
Now in poems, I pen poetry with words quite beautiful.
Does love ever really die or does it just continue to grow?
Every single day is wondrous, in remembrances utterly staggering,
Rhymes that swirl in my mind, must meet paper to become poems lovely;
From my memory comes the inspiration and concepts that are often weeping,
Unique this road I have travelled in my short life that make my words seem lonely;
Listen to my magical words, like bird songs in a forest, oh listen to the melody!
January 4, 2016
Submitted to the contest, Wonderful Acrostic, sponsor, John Hamilton
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
For every month of March in every year
For every month of March in every year
Of course marks days to my renaissance
Refurbishment, metamorphosis, rejuvenation
Every day of my life is never a dearth
Virtues are ample in each of them
Even I befriend and I reciprocally befriends
Revelation, rehabilitation are fine things
Yes that usually surround most of my day
Moment by moment I sense reasons and purposes
Of why precious is my being to this land of living
No matter coma, the what though
Till now that not all envisage comes to pass
Happy I am for those ones that come to pass
Of every month that revolves the year, aside
Full moon counts, is my month of April
Mind loves sharing the joy of half of that month
At least with hearts and eyes that give succor-
Roommates, family members, friends near and far
Comportment in consternation, plus compensation
Have to be my compilation till that day departures
It's in my day, meant to set aside by me
Nay, all day stand and bring the best to me
Even at work that I'll always be occupied by
Visitor's wants and needs, and by colleagues' things…
Elders' summon demanding full attention to their plights
Resting intermittently with siesta and dusk
Yes, all of these are pertinent and need to be orchestrated
You see when I tell you I do have time, not to check time...
Etching some of the things I believe will guest and best me
Anywhere, everywhere ...all times, so long as the world continues to live
Relics too relevant to living -the leader, the lead- will the encomium me be
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014
How delicious the feeling after long days
Occupying tedious roadways to find
Myself encompassed by congenial walls,
Enjoying the pleasure of harmonious spaces.
Soft pillows and bed enfold this
Weary body, quieting the inner wandering;
Each window winks a welcome, lights
Eagerly extend bright arms to hold me,
Tender guardians in a darkly changing world.
Hover over and around me, blessed quiet,
Only found where the sweet departed whisper
Memories of all that makes a place a home, where
Empty chairs, once theirs, embrace me warmly.
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016
T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,
A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,
L ife did give them honour and ranks,
E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.
Copyright © Allen Danie | Year Posted 2013
Moments in time, so precious to hold,
Effortlessly they fade each day.
Maybe, it's just a sign of getting old?
Originally, that is what I prayed.
Registering in my heart, what I was being told
You cannot prepare yourself for a Father slipping away.
Copyright © juaneco torrente | Year Posted 2013
Rest in peace my charming friend; lo your body is now asleep but you spirit remains with us always. With our constant lively action, everything seems much more still without you here, but we shall remember and cherish you as you were-fun loving and full of life. You lit up the world around you just a little bit more with your perky attitude and bright smile.
Evening twinkles a little bit brighter with a newly gained star. A special one-of-a-kind treasure with your light of burning passion smiling down upon us as you await our arrival
Softly we hum to your memory; as we blissfully play back in our minds all the times we had with you.
Time was cruel, taking you at early twenty-one years, but we took what we could-what we were given and made the best of everything we had. Cherishing every moment and enjoying you and your hilarious antics
Invaluable you were to everyone who met you and knew you. You were an amazing person and wonderful friend who always stood by everyone’s side and helped those who needed it. Knowing how full of life you always were, it’s hard to believe that you are now parted from this life. I still see you with that glorious smile upon your face filling your eyes with a deviously mischievous twinkle…
Never did I imagine I’d be having to say my final farewell so soon; the way you were burns in my mind as I whisper my love and goodbyes to you one last time...
Rest in sweet peace my dear friend; never will you ever be forgotten- Forever engrained in our minds your legacy will continue one for years to come…
Early morning reality strikes its cold, hard chord as sudden sadness as despair finally sinks in… you have been removed from this broken world where we mourn your loss; the pain hitting each person deeper than the one previous
Goodbye my adventurous dream, the spark of memories hold together the shattering pieces of my cracked heart that sorrow threatens to crush in the grips of its mighty claws tightly surrounding my aching, bleeding heart…
Angels rejoice as they gather you in hugs and welcome your coming, leading you to your place beside our lord, residing with him as you patiently await the rest of us to join you
Nostalgically I smile and watch as you fade into my dreams; I will never forget you my friend, remember me as we wait to see each other once more…
Regan Steel; friend, brother, and more...
October 28, 1991- July 15, 2013
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2013
p aul, to hear his name reminded one of apostles
a n ordinary man given to extra- ordinary actions
u n dieing in his legacy to children and the needy
l aughter always edged the corners of his eyes
n ewman, what a named revelation, Paul Newman
e nergized by a thirst for the fullest life
w as there ever a more complete man, this legacy
m arried for fifty years to Joan, fathering six children
a nd still one of the best actors the screen has ever seen
n ewman, a man’s man, a woman’s dream and a star.
January 26, 1925 – September 26, 2008
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
Angel Eyes Are True
A cross this world life loves and beams,
N obody sleeps and never ever dreams.
G one are years that were so very bad,
E ach day spent missing my loving Dad!
L ingering memories sail my hopeful ship,
E veryday brings such a very joyous trip.
Y our love is sweetly sent each happy day,
E ternal love binds our hearts every way!
S ent back were promises in my dreams,
A wealth of love in such gentle streams.
R emembering Dad's solemnly sworn vow,
E very word rings so important even now!
T he vow was to always safely guide me,
R eturning fruit from Heaven's finest tree.
U nder family's loving and hopeful view,
E yes watching me very wise and true!
Dedicated to my dad......
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
How can I live my life this way?
When did things change, it was so different yesterday
Where are my family and friends who were here everyday
I remember my home with lots of things going on
Now their not here everything is all gone
But just when I think there is nothing for me
I remember God gave me a gift of memory
It's so nice to remember the things that I had
And when I think about it it's really not that bad
And when I keep myself busy there's no time to be sad
So I thank you Lord for my gift of memory
And always always being there for me
Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2014
Made me love the word of mind
On Moby Dick and Pinocchio time.
Tripping to a Radio City line.
Her hand at the fair I find.
Easing the stress of yet-to-be.
Resting, now, in the Earth, the sea.
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016
New Years Eve celebration
Ever so grateful of redemption
With overindulgence of consumption
Edibles I've been craving
Aha so much champagne drinking
Recoup from stomach bloating
Swaying, light-headed teetering
Eek nightcaps of antacid
Verily, not so lucid
Eau de mornings, feeling putrid
For Francine Roberts' contest, "New Years Eve,"
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2012
With what I have to work with is all I need
Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed
Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use
Do you think so? or should I just choose?
Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning
Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing
Revealing more words to use is what I will do
The meaning of Portrait is what I will view
Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say
A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay
I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate
These words can either be used or can be put on debate
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
S andcastles and surf reflect a radiant sun,
U mbrellas opened, line a sandy seashore-
M arshmallows are toasted with laughter and fun,
M emories are in the making to store-
E venings come late after the June solstice run,
R ain drizzles give way to a rainbow encore -
Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens | Year Posted 2015
Mental image drawn
Encoded message filed
Mapped sequence spawned
Ostracized in time capsule
Recurring stimuli recall
Yearning for continuity
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012
Yesterday it seems like 'twas yesterday
All thoughts turned to days of toys and more play
My lines on the ground playhouse washed away
Troubles only came in course of one day
Seemed night dreams kept them at a distant bay
So think back on yesterday's bike ride splay
Far over into the ditch tumbling
Away goes the neat dress now loud rumbling
Now a tumble would result in disgrace
It would be glasses twisted 'pon pained face
Looks from people and whispers of that twerp
As snickers erupt behind smiles discerp
Though too old to a ride a bike, play with dolls
They're, well, they're no longer my call
Here in today thinking on yesterday
To return for only play, no, let's stay
Stay in the present gift of this blessed day
Oh! visit the past remember days of play
I now return to present, life speeds in
Believe in the buildiing blocks of back when
In reverie scenes 'twere but a dream day
Yesterday it seems like it 'twas yesterday
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Contest: Yesterday's Acrostic
Written: January 19 and 20th 2014
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
R emember how
E ffortlessly your
F ather would
R emove his
I cy cold beer before
G ame Time?
E ach can was
R ippling with an
A phrodesiac of
T he fermented grain.
O h, how I still
R emember those
S ips he let me have...
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
Memorial Day Tribute
Memories of the Men and Women, who served,
Emotional tributes so well deserved.
Moments of solitude with thoughts preserved,
Outpours of love so vividly observed.
Revolutions of dangers you so bravely swerved,
Inhibitions and fears suppressed and reserved.
Always ready to protect, even the undeserved,
Loyal to a fault, with energy conserved.
Dedication and valor are the pins you ware,
Attributes of service, loyalty beyond compare.
Your selfless acts of duty, always remembered through prayer!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 5/30/16
Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016
Minds that rupture from the pain in your heart, running through your veins until you feel it in your soul and your body turns cold
Endless nights, imagining yourself next to the human you adore, but one
simple discussion escalated to that level that you've always prevented.
Mountains where you stood, I felt the hardness of your tear-fall hit my face when we looked eye to eye
Our existence has been scarred into the skins, that even cocoa butter can’t rid us from
Remorse is running through my eyes, flames of unforgiving flashes begin to conceal when you touch my flesh I feel still
Your bloodshot eyes, tired of crying, you leave
Copyright © Kiara Lebel | Year Posted 2014