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Details | Iambic Pentameter |

The Old House

Seven generations walked through your door,
Which stood so strong and always welcomed in.
You said goodbye when boys headed to war,
Two soldiers lost to battles they can’t win.

Your kitchen always busy as a bee,
With canning, baking apple crumble cake.
Stone hearth, a place for warmth and drink some tea,
The table decked with riches to partake.

The living room a place to sit and chat,
With pictures hanging for one hundred years.
A chair still there where ancestors once sat,
This room for laughter and at times for tears.

Your nursery where many babies grew,
With bassinet where ev’ry child did lie.
The paint would change at times from pink to blue,
A place where time would always quickly fly.

The floors within have felt each child’s first walk,
Their worn out wood drowned many times with stain.
You watched the aging people gently rock,
You’ve heard and felt the tapping of a cane.

I stand and listen in your sacred halls
And feel that you’re a part of everyone.
Each breath we took embedded in your walls,
Of fathers, mothers, daughters and of sons.

Old house of stone your warmth embraces me,
Your children now all scattered far and wide.
You still stand proud for all the world to see,
The thoughts of you, sweet memories inside.

The house my children grew up in.

Iambic Pentameter  
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.02.2014
Giorgio’s Contest: Iambic Verse III
2nd
Best of 2014  1st place

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014



Details | Sonnet |

Yesterday's Joys


Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:
Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that hovered to disclose
Life's humble ways and means were surely best.

But now the complex song of modern man
So filled with discord drowning out the good
Of basic joys inherent in life's plan,
Makes happiness a gift misunderstood.

And why must progress hush the old refrain
To play this frantic tune we so disdain?


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 227
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/24/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

WHITE CHRISTMAS

My thoughts drift back to my childhood days Of so many years ago All the family gathered by a roaring fire Whilst outside glistens with sparkling snow We had such fun making snow angels and snowmen Our little frozen fingers and rosy faces were aglow Memories of Christmas now firmly in the past I look back on happy days of so long ago Our Christmas tree was draped with tiny twinkling lights, Bright baubles, tinsel and candy canes just for our delight Oh how the years have flown by so fast Sadly, like the snowflakes our childhood days don’t last I scan the list of Christmas cards that I’ve got to write Each year it grows shorter, with loved ones we now miss I dream of turning back the clock and returning to the past My memories of Christmas are ones I hope will always last Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Contest: Christmas Carols Song Chosen - White Christmas 12~03~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015



Details | Elegy |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

THERE IS A PLACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL

There is a place called beautiful nestled deep in my mind's eye
Gingham curtains crisply pressed frame periwinkle summer sky
Brass kettle on the old gas stove reflects cast iron pans
And always at the kitchen sink, I see busy, wrinkled hands.

There is a place called beautiful, I'm transported with a whiff
Of coffee brewing, dark and strong, I long to take a sip.
And in the air a trace of Tollhouse cookies baked this morn
And some perfume that only in this special spot is worn.

There is a place called beautiful I hear in perfect dreams
As Frankie croons and Louis wails all whilst the kettle steams
And as she works, she never tires as she hums and sings along
But the harmony of her lilting laugh is by far my favorite song.

There is a place called beautiful, it tastes like sweetest creams
Made in a bucket with a crank til her arms wore out, it seems
And topped with juicy berries that would burst upon each bite
And juices stained my mouth and clothes most every summer night.

There is a place called beautiful, I long to feel again
The naive sense that everywhere was as safe and free of sin
Where love and peace were daily served with a kiss upon the cheek
And grandma's kitchen always felt like you just found what you seek.

Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Sisters

A sister is as close
As Mother and Dad.
They share all our memories,
Of the first home we had.

Laughing, and playing house,
Or just going to school-
Ball games, sharing chores,
Or at times disobeying the rules.

New clothes that Mama made,
And quilts on cold winter nights.
Homemade soup and tea cakes,
And lessons by the old lamp light.

Grandma visiting, our sleeping
On quilts laid down on the floor,
Preacher’s coming for Sunday dinners,
And eating till we thought there
Would be no more.

A sister is so special,
You treasure each one.
They are a part of you, always,
Till your time on earth is done.    




12/31/16
What Child is This contest 
Craig Cornish sponsor                            

Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Memory Box

Beneath this table sits a box
It’s scruffy, thin and battered.
 A cardboard box of memories
Of days that really mattered.

Confetti from my wedding day
A drawing by my mother
The shoes that took my son to school.
A photo of my brother

A tattered book of rhyming verse
My dad’s infatuation.
A silken flower, grandma’s ball
A golden celebration.

A pipe my granddad carved with love
A boyhood skill he cherished.
His baccy tin is scratched and bare
Its precious contents perished.

A tarnished ring with stones of paste.
My sister’s finest treasure
A suitor's gift, now black with age
Of value without measure.

This box hold moments lost in time
We add things when we’re able
A memory from everyone
Who’s sat around this table.

Copyright © Karen Neary | Year Posted 2007

Details | Marsiya |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

See You

You were so tired
You couldn’t wait to go lay down
Mom was standing in the kitchen
I was outside locking things up
As you went through the back door
You hollered, See you soon

Moments later the air began to fill with Dread 
Getting thicker with each second of Mom's screams
By the time I got to your side
You laid unmoving, straight as board in your bed
I could hardly bear.. Seeing you that way

As your Grandson dialed 911
My vision blurred and the world disappeared 
All I could see and hear were you
Twenty three Chest compression's, Six breaths later
You opened your eyes and looked into mine
I could hardly bear.. Seeing you so helpless
 
As I held you in my arms
Mom and others began to Pray
I felt each word spoken go through me to you
Flowing through your nephew's Hand that laid upon my shoulder
I couldn’t help but to hold my breath 
And wrap myself around you even tighter than before
I could hardly bear... Seeing you struggle

No one had to tell us how bad you were 
To life-flight you to St. Jose’s was the only chance you had
I tried to climbed in with you, but they wouldn’t let me
I knew how terrified of heights you were
As they closed those doors I hollered... See you there
See you there Daddy, I’ll see you there
 
There were lines and tubes and doctors everywhere
I stayed up for day’s right beside you in a chair
Mom sat across from me and held your hand
The others were circled around us in your room
We could hardly bear... Seeing you that way Daddy

Alyssa sang "Jesus Loves Me" for you in your little Church
There must have been over a mile of cars parked 
Family and Friends coming to say Goodbye

You'd think after almost 3 years it wouldn't make me cry
It’s almost like you must’ve known 
The night you spoke those words to me
That you’d be heading up to Heaven soon
Not to take a nap
When you closed that door and hollered... See you soon

We'll meet again at those Pearly Gates, Daddy
You have our word.. 
We'll see you there.. We'll see you there







Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2016

Details | Concrete |

The Place that Shaped Me

  I left my
  heart   in 
 a magical 
  place. A
  place that
  holds years
 of wonder and
 awe. A place that
 knows me  better
 than any  other place
  I’ve been.  This place
  has changed me and 
     molded me into the
       person I am now.
     The forests, trees, creeks,
    and open skies instilled in 
  me a  love for God’s  works. 
The harshness of the winters has 
taught me to be patient and to endure.     My  small
town is where I  learned the  small-town work  ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn  and earning what 
you want takes  a little bit of  sweat  and  tears. Here
I  learned  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  blood  to  be 
family.  Brothers  and  sisters  are  made  throughout
years of school together. We relied on  each other to
be happy. This place will forever  hold my heart and
soul. I  am a small  town  girl  through  and  through. 
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for  shaping  me  into  something  more  than  I  was.

Copyright © Samantha Farr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |

I am Made of This

 I am from those moments
George Ella Lyon

I am Made of This

I am from the isolation of pioneer spirits-
an ancient beekeeper- a vintage lacemaker

I am from a land of dancing brolgas -
and Rainbow Serpents

I am from agapanthus and flyblown windows-
I am from sunlight bathing shadows
the fluid drain of time- crisp July mornings

I am from the veins in leaves - 
butterfly wings

I am from the sudden clutch-
of sad departings

I am from threadbare curtains-
the crystal charity of others

I am from pure grief-
all this
and the breath of stolen  dreams


written  5/10/2009

Read Notes about this poem above

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.


Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.

Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.

Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.

GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.

Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.

Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.

Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.

Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.

People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.

Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.

GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.

Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.

Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.

Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.

Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.



                                         Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
                                   but your memory is one that will always stay.


                                       In Loving Memory of my Uncle
                                             You will be missed dearly.

                                                   MAY 28th 2012

Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Tumbleweeds


Memories tumble through my mind, 
rolling aimless, some have been...
missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, 
I sweep into already dusty corners.
You know, the ones far easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories
have become tumbleweeds.
I take snapshots of the cherished ones, 
file them away
giving them a home...
before they blow away in the savage wind.
I yell out to my own echoing voice -
"Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?"
"Yes", I remember.
I hear her music, rock-and-roll,
her long hair bouncing with each step.
She doesn't dance anymore...
I see my step-father, hands dirty, working
always working, but sometimes
stopping to joke or tease. 
Moments gone...memories fleeting...
begging them to stay
a little longer or at least 
visit my dreams.
"Did I tell you my dad played drums?"
"Yes", I remember. 
I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head, 
primal beats, rhythmic beats -
complex man, gentle soul...
I would sing at the top of my lungs while he played.
He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice.
I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same.
Nothing the same.
I close my eyes and another memory
blows through empty spaces.
My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST.
He is about ten, all skinny legs in his shorts.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, too late.
"Don't go, please don't go!"
He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here, there, 
anywhere within my reach.
Some do go astray, I remind myself.
Missing memories...missing love - 
loneliness finding a home in my heart 
when least expected...
"Wait, come back", I yell to him. "I'm still here."
Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know,
really know, the ones we love.
No, not really. I remember.
Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds, grasping.
I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone...
I see them, each so different yet loved. Then, 
they blow away, missing again.
I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows,
across grains of desert sand...
I will never know why, never know. 
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become 
tumbleweeds
blowing in a savage wind.


* one of my favorite early poems (maybe it doesn't seem happy, but
it includes some of my favorite memories)
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

March 2, 2012
Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest



Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

My Treasure Chest

I have a wooden cedar box
Filled with precious things
Most of no value to you
But joy to me it brings

A copper penny, 1961
The year I was given life
A withered old white rose
From the day I became a wife

Two certified legal documents
That tell me that I am free
A US birth certificate
And a final divorce decree

Golden locks, adorned with ribbon
Clipped from the head of my son
A bag filled with tiny teeth
Exchanged for a dollar one by one

A report card, five A’s  and one B
My sons first year at school
A tattered silken blanket
Still covered with infant drool

A book of poems that I had written
While I was a rebellious teen
Fifty plus love letters
From then, now and in-between

Old yellowed photographs
Of family long since gone
A dozen crayon pictures
That both my kids have drawn

Hospital anklets, pink and blue
That both my children wore
A stupid keep out sign
That I used to hang on my door

Each item within this box
Is a memory that I hold dear
I keep them for a distant time
When my memory won’t be so clear

So if you wish to see inside
To you I have one request
Do not call it just a box
‘Cause to me it’s a “TREASURE CHEST”
 

Copyright © Dawn Drickman | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

Separation

I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
Sweat 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me 
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her 
Protector and me the center of her 
Attention 
As the weeks turn to years the years 
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory  
Nowhere do I find ever saying  
The goodbye word 
To my little sister 
And I cry 



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved

Copyright © Earl Jackson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain |

Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

Straying Juvenile

My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up,  you brought me "pain"  fully
I myself struggled through  constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me
I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold 
Today I had to repair,  Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday
I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are
You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way




I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid

You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules
Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools

I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole
The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul

You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well

You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief
I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief

I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back
The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack

The offer that they offered me,  was one,  to not refuse
Return the goods the "bastard took"  or read it in the news

If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear
If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear

I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid



Copyright © john scott | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

A Christmas Carol

If only
If only I could
Walk back in time
Jesus alive on the cross
I cried at this great loss
As church bells are ringing
Sat In the last pew singing 

Just a child you see
Safe and sound
In a home with joyous Christmas sounds

Santa always close
Christmas my happiness ghost
Tidings and cheer
Family surrounded me
Took away all my fears
Aunts and uncles so boisterous
Plum pudding and hard sauce with Irish Cream
Their laughter invades my midnight dreams

Us children in awe and anticipation
Christmas a miracle lighted with elation
Looking out frosted windows
Snowmen begging to be born

A time I miss, feeling so forlorn
Dancing with ghosts of the past
How could a child ever know
This happiness never lasts

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's

Copyright © Lauren Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

ALZHIMER'S DISEASE

Son, my mind is now full of holes
So I moved the memories to my heart
Locked them here and lost the key
To treasure them before they part
Hold my hand just like we used to
This time you tell the stories to me
Please remember how I've loved you
In cherished moments that used to be

One day soon I won't remember
It will be impossible to comprehend
I won't be able to recall your name
Know if you are foe or my best friend
They say I'll get angry without reason
In a long, dark fog where I can't see
Alzheimer's disease is a cruel robber
A thief that steals all memory from me

Quickly son, my best days are over
A cloak of confusion visits everyday
I can't find the words to express it
Behind these tears so much to say
I met a nice man early this morning
He was a most kind and patient lad
When he left he gently kissed me
Said, "See you tonight, I love you dad,"

Copyright © Chase Moments | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Today ( In loving memory of my stepmum Jem) who had terminal cancer.

What's most inportant in life?.... today
not tomorow but now,
Now is for living, loving, giving...today
yesterday has memories good and bad
but today is for you and Dad.
You see people rushing, pushing, shoving
everyone in a hurry,
wishing the time away.
If only they would stop and think
they're wishing their lives away,
I want to stop them and say
tomorow is not inportant,
live for ....today
That's what's inportant, 
they should stop and think
It is today that matters,
Every day there is new life
in leaves and flowers
We must enjoy every waking moment
To wake up to the sun shinning through the windows,
the warmth it brings
the birds that sing
children laughing
people chattering
smiling.
Jem you are in our thoughts each day
you are very special, 
so go on live for .......TODAY and TODAY
and TODAY and TODAY and TODAY............................

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

Details | Monoku |

OLD RUSTY GATE

All that's left of my childhood home, is this old rusty gate

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

THE POND

During our time spent in old Blue
There was a pond up the road
That we liked to go to
Didn’t matter if it was hot or froze
When we were bored
Off to the pond we’d go
There were many good times there
So many recollections to share
There were way to many days
Where on the bank we would stay
Fishing pole in one hand
And if we were lucky
In the other hand, a soda can
Sit on the bank and fish all day
Just to pass the time away
One day we had quite a scare
As I felt a tug on my line
I pulled as hard as I dared
And you would never guess
What went flying through the air?
It was large and round
And gave us all a fright
We thought it a monster 
Upon first sight
It landed behind us
At the edge of the woods
Creeping close to take a look
As only kids would
Much to our surprise
And much to our dismay
I had done went and caught
A huge snapping turtle that day!
Another memory that I recall
Was when the pond was frozen
We’d have us a ball
On the ice all day we’d skate
That little pond
Seemed as big as a lake
Skating on ice
Until our calves would hurt
And getting up off our butts
Became way too much work
Round and round the pond we’d go
We loved the cold and the snow
The fun we had back then 
I’ll remember time and again
For when a little pond I find
A little memory stirs inside
Of days of freedom and lots of fun
Beside the pond, sitting in the sun

Copyright © Christina Fell | Year Posted 2005

Details | Haibun |

SILENT ROOSTERS SLEEP

SILENT ROOSTERS SLEEP
Dads don’t sleep. They drive over-packed cars, and sip coffee from a thermos cup. Kids in backseat mull over grandma’s home ~ roosters never move, cuckoo clock never quits, and grandma’s always at the door, waiting. Front passenger divvies out cheerios and chips. The turnpike yawns with well-worn pitstops. All seats salivate for grandma’s homemade coffee cake. “Are we there yet?” echoes, bounces, plays with the driver’s nerves. Dads get revenge, transforming the auto into a tour bus. Pointer finger flashes toward a birthplace, a high school, and a park, and finally a hearth in the suburbs of Depew.
silent roosters sleep moonlight auto unpacks dawn crowing door exhales 7/14/2017 Haibun Form

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Boarding Lost Ships Into Vast Unknown Seas

Boarding Lost Ships Into Vast Unknown Seas

Taking lost ships into vast, unknown seas
sadly, with dark black sails set to full mast;
sailing forth despite many urgent pleas
to hold onto precious memories past.

Gone, heartfelt treasures one holds deep and dear
like wisps of smoke in a swirling whirlwind;
struggling against depression and great fear
of that deep abyss waiting at the end.

Midnight waves arrive to wash life's slate clean
with a silent blink they exist no more;
so like grass, no longer vast, lush and green
soon ahead will be just an empty shore!

Tried, shooting vanishing ships full of holes
rescue memories before they are gone;
but those long shot volleys, take heavy tolls
and cut deep into these old fragile bones.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-16-2017
Rhyme , subject (The Ravages of Alzheimers )


Note- The unknown , the horrors ones mind can conjure up are all there waiting for the time when clear mind has eroded into a weakened state and life's memories vanish to be replaced by those imagine horrors. The greater the mind's capacity for imagination, the greater and more horrible the terrors.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Pantoum |

Daydreaming In A Memory

My heart broke a little, the balloons hit the sky
The music, oh how sweetly it played
And how could I ever say goodbye
And peace is for what I prayed

The music, oh how sweetly it played
The tears and the smiles collide
And peace is for what I prayed
As all our hearts were opened wide

The tears and the smiles collide
The beauty in letting go
As all our hearts were opened wide
On broken wings forevermore

The beauty in letting go
The beauty in the pain that we see
On broken wings forevermore
Dust off a memory

Now my angel, here in all that I do
And how could I ever say goodbye
Our bond, our love, so very true
My heart broke a little, the balloons hit the sky
                                      10/22/17

Copyright © Tiffany Alger | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you through the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


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Dedicated to close Family friend. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013