Best Nostalgically Poems

It was in September that Poetry first came to me -
a time when summer’s embers, for me had not yet caught fire
until, that is,  Poetry walked casually toward me
wearing bell bottoms and a young man’s angel face.
Visited by such exquisite grace, I felt the...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I could smell no smoke
'Go and take a closer look' 
a voice inside me spoke

The road ahead, by happenstance 
directly brought...

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March

Sweet, bitter March,
last year tears haven’t dried out up 
till now and yet you
are already at the door,
knocking lightly!

Sadness is still flapping over my head like
a frantic goose, what have you brought with you
to silence its primordial honking?!

I can see your hunched silhouette against the...

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I can’t bear that rock in my shoe,

As I sit, I glance up mesmerized by the sunset’s view.

Seven deep in a grocery line,

The wonderful innocent stare of a baby and mine align.

Two minutes ‘til the microwave dings.

I’m lifted on wings while the voice above nostalgically...

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Sitting next to me, you turn pages of our album
Unfolding sweet memories, treasured longingly,
Revealing verses of love in ballad of setting sun
Glittering autumn’s twilight on golden foothills
As blazing meadows inflame yearnings of visions
Beckoning us to horizon’s gamboge ebullience.

You remind me how we snuggled in its...

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In my treasures like all of us hold,
I have a bedspread, a fad of old.
My mother cut millions of circles of scraps,
From our little outgrown dresses she’d hold.

She’d sew each circle into a little puff
And lay it out on a sheet of pale green,

Then make...

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Bonfire burning merrily shooting sparks
that hop and dance in bright moonlight.
On the top is the guy smoke covers feet
as the flames lick ever higher consuming.

Catherine wheels spinning colours madly 
while children's sparkles form misty shapes.
The sky lights up as rockets fly and burst
into spectacular colour...

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It's still alive, the rose he gave 
Coral pink like the blush of our cheeks
It's life makes my own so worthless
Thriving upon nothing, for weeks
They say that colors make the mood
I don't live by what others say
I only pick the ones I want to hear
And...

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You fill cavities in me I never knew were there
Like you dug inside and wildly bloomed
I felt your inviting light invade the sleep
‘Til I was jarred, shorn up, and doomed  

I still think somehow I will I saturate you, too 
When he doesn’t love...

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The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I will rather then be banish from being;
 And become a bottomless bottoms
 A riddle riddled with contour,
 It is uncomfortable...

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Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes...

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for Granny Letchumi (b. fin 19th C. - d. 1978)

Once i was a prince in your highbeamed palm-thatched house
  timber and stone
   of hardened mud and cold green shiny cement
in your village ribbed with drying splintering palmleaf fences
  buttressed by ferns
palmyra...

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Space ... the final frontier ...
We all have heard that, but the frontier may be not even There ...
...
The waters on a lake are smooth
When noisy day is out.
When nature's vanity away
Is gone with wind around.
.
When all the lights are turning off.
Sweet silence coming down...

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Jinu Turned Six


The house was decorated with balloons and buntings
Family cheered as Jinu turned six in the leap year gone by
Multiply it by four, but my Jinu remained glued to six
She lives away but her heart is here
I baked two cotton cheese cakes atop with...

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i want to freeze this moment
to paste all this feelings
into one moment in time
these smells
theses thoughts
these sounds around me

the tuk tuk i am in reaches town
and from the mosque nearby
the mwadhini calls out loud
"Allah Akbar"
the faithfuls;
men in stark white robes
and women in shimmering black buibuis
hurry...

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