Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

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Oldies Are Goldies

like the refrain
of an old half forgotten song
you play in my mind
over and over
and I hum along
no longer remembering words
but sing-a-long feelings
keep me in tune

you were a hit
top of my charts
and yet
new songs have come
new tunes are sung
new words blaze
and yet
in that haze
of half forgotten things
I still hear
I still yearn
and then I smile
for a while
knowing 
as you do too!

oldies are goldies

Now, isn't that the truth!

Eileen Manassian

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Jack Ellison January 31, 2018 at 3:59 PM Dearest Eileen!!! Hate to admit it but I'm slowing down! May not seem like it by my number of posts each day but I'm delving into my vast reservoir for those that I've accumulated over the years!!! I notice you are not as active as well! Anyway it is great to talk with you again Betty Boop, Love, Kenny xoxoxox Somehow...those golden days seem to be....gone forever. I can't seem to get back into the game here. It's ok. It sure is good to get a visit from you

Paul Callus January 26, 2018 at 4:23 PM Time goes by too quickly Eileen, and many of my 'oldies' have passed away, or contact has been lost altogether. But often I think about them and the parts they played in my life. Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian January 28, 2018 at 4:30 AM You know EXACTLY what I mean, my dear. :) Is it time for another collab? Hugs as ever.

Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2018 at 2:55 PM Thanks for the visits, its been a while. Your presence is missed. Eileen Manassian January 28, 2018 at 4:29 AM It's good to know I'm missed. I'm trying to get back into the game. :) Hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis January 26, 2018 at 11:39 AM Yes, they are, especially when connected with your memory dearest, Eileen! Enjoyed! Eileen Manassian January 28, 2018 at 4:29 AM Thank you for this sweet sweet post, my dear philosopher. Filakia pola apo mena.

Poet Tacito January 25, 2018 at 12:47 PM "Those oldies, but goodies, reminds me of youuuuu." So. Much. Truth. :) Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:04 AM Thanks, sweetie. I miss you. Somehow...those golden days seem to be....gone forever. I can't seem to get back into the game here. It's ok. It sure is good to get a visit from you. :)

FJ Thomas January 25, 2018 at 9:02 AM Ahhh you know how to make the heart smile Eileeeeen ...whew almost slipped there lol! Check near the end though; I think you want "and then I smile" ;* Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:05 AM Thanks, Shadow. I'm glad you caught that. I fixed it. I haven't been able to write recently. Here's hoping things will improve. Hugs

Viv Wigley January 25, 2018 at 1:56 AM I think of lost love like old songs, the joy of the first hearing replaced with a soft, comforting hug like an old friend. or my tatty slippers. Viv x Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:06 AM Viv....I was inspired by the reappearance of an old acquaintance. This isn't about music at all, but...I thought the analogy fit. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2018 at 5:35 PM Yep I love some of the oldies but also enjoy the new stuff as well. Hugs Rick. Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:06 AM This isn't about music at all. :) Hugs

Pashang Salehi January 18, 2018 at 5:33 PM It is the truth....Well penned.... Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:07 AM Thank you. Much appreciated.

Jan Allison January 18, 2018 at 5:23 PM what a tender nostalgic poem Eileen and may you continue to have many golden years ahead:-) hugs jan xx Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:08 AM Thanks, sweetie. I appreciate the visit. Happy belated birthday. Love ya.

Frederic Parker January 18, 2018 at 11:05 AM sometimes my mind drifts to those I've known, though it always seems like another realm that was real yet now seems unreal...my first thought after reading your poetry...dear poet Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:09 AM You have captured the essence of this write. Thanks for your depth of vision. :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 18, 2018 at 8:00 AM Hummm, wonderful, thank you for the smile! I love this. A lovely day to you Eileen xomo! Eileen Manassian January 26, 2018 at 11:09 AM Thanks, Maureen. It's good to have a visit from you. Blessings.