1995 Poems - Poems about 1995

Thanksgiving 1995

'Round table we sat that fine day

With turkey all carved on a tray.

She grabbed that drumstick

She wanted to lick!

Our nine-month grandbaby- HOORAY!


November 19, 2022

~3rd Place~
Contest: A Fun Holiday Limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 11/24/2022

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Tommy Lee Jones 1995

simply is simple 
I wish I might feign
I wish I might go
to stumble
to quake
simply is something
I feign I might die
I feign I might rise
to reverie
to time
simple is simply is simple is not
to close
to open
to get the maestro out

Journey - 1995

JOURNEY- 1995

Weren’t we hauling ass?
The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills,
the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks,
the undulating topography like the musical score
of a landscape melody riding on the rhythms of
a percussion ensemble of steel wheels and rails,
the white-light blue sky of Castilla-LaMancha
blowing by us like a film on fast forward
Draped over his seat,

Saigon 1995

Saigon 1995

Saigon 1995

In 1995 
I was one of the first American tourists
Allowed into Vietnam
To freely wander about

Tourism was at its infancy
And Saigon was chaotic
Wild and crazy
Traffic was insane

There were few tourism sites
Few hotels
Few guest houses
And not too many restaurants

The food was good
We saw the war memorial
The reunification palace
And the big market

But we felt we were

Christmas In Bosnia-Herzagovina 1995

CHRISTMAS IN BOSNIA-HERZAGOVINA 1994
Another Christmas brought them to more winter night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.

There's no repent for killing, as it's done,
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only

Nights In Bosnia-Herzogovena 1995

NIGHTS IN BOSNIA-HERZOGOVINA - 1995
We love you death, and welcome all you're not;
no love, no hate, no failing and no gain,
no fighting for the things we haven't got
nor wondering about our latest pain.

Your mercy is a thing we'd surely bless
anticipating you, our only friend,
who brings conclusion to all wretchedness
the only one who knows us in

Bosnia Village Girl 1995

BOMBERS AND BUTCHERS
Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many more will die,
you will go home again, it is not gone,

but merely re-arranged, or burned at most,
your place called home still thrives for you one day
to dream and build again, a fence,

Sarajevo 1995 - Another Cease Fire

SARAJEVO-1995  Another Cease Fire
As old as death and cold as nevermore
all set to stone, by those who've died before;
the acts of love, though viewed a falacy
reveal the truth of what has come to be
and given to what friendship has in store.

This city with its palaces should die
though all the world would come to wonder

Letter To Santa, Christmas 1995

Dear Santa,
 
It's almost a year now since the pain came to stay,
I do not know how to react anymore - 
he was here
but now no longer...
 
Is it possible that tears of long ago can still stain the present heart?
That a lonely soul can still fight back the rivers filled with yearning
that want to

1995

He's not one to hold hands with people, but when I heard he wanted to die, I wanted to hold his hand tightly so his weak bones became mine and the muscles in my arm became his so he was strong. 

I've always known pain, but the night he got alittle taste of his own,

Bosna River - Sarajevo 1995

BOSNA RIVER - Sarajevo 1995
I love you death, and welcome all you're not;
no love, no hate, no failing and no gain,
no fighting for the things we haven't got
nor wondering about our latest pain.

Your mercy is a thing I surely bless
anticipating you, my only friend,
who brings conclusion to life's wretchedness
the only one who knows us in

Vrbanja - Bridge of Death - Sarajevo 1995

VRBANJA - BRIDGE OF DEATH - SARAJEVO 1995
You steal the light when there is none to see
when there is nothing left, you take it all,
For Sarajevo. just the shell of we
stands mesmerized; and backed against the wall. 

Our Balken moon's behind some branches bare
We watch it move so slow and lovingly
until it leaves the trees

Sarajevo 1995 - City On Fire

SARAJEVO 1995 - CITY ON FIRE
In the reading of the tea leaves
from the light of candle flame,
is the vision of the coming
of more ways to stay the same.

From the smell of incense burning
and the taste of sacred wine,
is the knowing of the reason
God won't let the sun to shine.

From the praying to the candle,
in the

Stone Palaces of Sarajevo - 1995

STONE PALACES OF SARAJEVO - 1995
If you must touch me in your way,
my deepest part no one has known,
you'll find more things than I can say
explaining why I've been alone.

Through Sarajevo, can we smile
when every heart is made of stone?
Though mine's been empty for a while
where one day flowers might have grown.

There's still a bit

Sarajevo Suicide - 1995

SARAJEVO SUICIDE -1995
If only I'd the heart to be
the stronger of the two of we,
perchance I'd find you hiding here
and part of who is you and me.

But merciless, love gives no clue
from whence it comes, nor goes into;
the time of day it might appear,
then leave, the very same as you.

I have no mind for fickle

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