Best Days Of Yore Poems

      In the days of yore, our hearts bore;
      the burdens of that heavy laden heart.
      Now, for His love, our hearts are joyful all the day.
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I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear

I reveled in the very fact 
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!

I used to...

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A bundle from the past -
the 1930’s and ‘40’s.
A wisp of his breath…I’m breathless.
Did he know his love story would last?

1941 envelope -
my fingers glide over the sleeve.
I tenderly take out the note,
the sweet poetry…telescope

peering into the days of yore.
Grandpa won his sweetheart with words:
“From...

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From days of yore, from ancient times long before,
     were prophets, and bards and sages;
these men of lore, who wrote of fate and more,
     were scribes of the scroll of ages.

Today we know, from what the documents...

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In days of yore a lady's heart was won
Through chivalry and deeds of derring-do.
If swain proved false, she'd bid the knave be gone,
Adjust her cap and look for someone new.

By age fifteen a maid was in her prime,
Her window for a spouse a narrow slit.
She...

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Think back, way back
  to days of yore
The simplest things today
  were such demanding chores

Bake bread from scratch
  Slaughter a chicken
Salt it and drain the blood
  Fetch the well-water
Trudge through rain and mud

Sew and knit all your clothes
  Cut the...

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                             Slowly slowly the brew is taking me over
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     In days of yore
       her husband snored
     Her nightly grief
       knew no relief  

     But then by chance
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Dark Days of Yore

Knew No day should be evil 
Only people dwelling therein 
In its steep lights are casting 
Dark spell and curses upon it

The warlock is out loose in wild
Bringing back the dark old days
More than evil we've once known 
Lurking in the faraway...

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I loved the poems I would write
Most were written late at night
And what I'd always strive to do
Was have them waiting there for you
When you woke up, the first bouquet 
Of fragrant words to start your day
You used to love them, told me so
But anymore...

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If we'd lived in olden days
days of yore
the golden days
and I were a troubadour
I'd serenade you with my lute
unless I had a flute to toot
or go more than the extra mile
and sing a song to make you smile
not with the end of a lance
would I...

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