Best Jog Your Memory Poems

I’m from Lift Valley
Deep in an over and done Ethiopian city
I come to lead you
How can you forget the architect of Egyptian pyramid?
Unless you are...

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J-ust jog my memory, 
E-agerly help me make it through; 
N-ice thought fades from my mind, 
N-o line departs from 
Y-ou. 

L-et me ask your...

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My darling
Time is no longer on our side
Since your car crash we have no money
For you are no longer able to work
If I can’t find...

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She sat near a pool of brownish waters.
Perplexed by her own reflection.
The wind tender on her hair,
Tossing it eastward.
Drying her imbrued face,
From days of sobbing,
Leaving...

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When Mother and I cooked in her kitchen, we often referred to Granny’s recipe cards. Frequently, though, the cards just listed the ingredients without exact...

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Kids can be so very funny
Especially when we see them laughing and sunny.
I remember wiping my son's nose so runny
After he had been going like...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to...

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You carried my heart in your pocket like loose change

No regard for love just using me when it was convenient

Sometimes you would even forget I...

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god's plan to end her nightmare
for the lie she was forced to live
you wouldn't understand the esoteric completely
that even some of the backwardsness of belief
remain...

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"We remember their love when they can no longer remember." Anonymous

Oh mum do you recall my first pet?
Blackie the cat, she used to scratch my...

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Bloody leftist a wrist tuck crat!

Fingers of left hand cried freedom,
detached themselves and declared
mutiny gesticulating thumb thing
awful, than furiously haughtily
prancing, skittering, zipping,...
as self important independent...

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In the 1950’s we thought we were so modern, so sophisticated, so posh.
When Barbie came out, she was the rage, and we little girls thought...

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It's on the tip of my tongue.It'll
Come back to me in a minute.
Now what was it I came upstairs for?
I'd better go back down to...

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This poem is just to see if I can jog your memory.

It might be rock it might be funk it might be soul
Or it could...

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I can’t see amidst the darkness
Can’t make out the figure standing before me
My mentality has been damaged
Yet, I manage
But why?
Must I continue?
So many times have...

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