Best Recalling Poems

You lay upon the warm wet earth
now ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.

A life cut short...

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On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field,
she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe.
She still can feel the terror! How...

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life can be a ravaged garden
and I have been through a lot in mine
living through tons of grief and sorrow
    ...

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Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams...

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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, ...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new...

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 I  thought I had forgotten
the end of summertime,
I thought I stopped remembering
that last night you were mine.

Moments side by side
before fresh petals dried.

But...

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Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems...

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VII.

An involuntary shudder as I watch her 
Spread                 ...

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As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive 
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming...

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clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street
   he is invisible to hustling stock brokers
       he is...

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Sweet Butterfly, with wings now dry 'tis time to break away
and light upon the leaves of dawn while weeping willows sway,
not reminisce 'bout chrysalis discarded...

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Etching tales that run in trails along a parchment sheet
From feathered quill in trembling hand so longing now for sleep
As black ink drips down from...

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