Best Recollections Poems

As I sit upon these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray floorboards, that shake with every wind
These creaks and groans,  the flaws and chips, ... familiar to my hand 
I have come to some conclusion,,,
I've come to understand,...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.

That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed and fastidiously scrubbed out twice 
A day 
With a fine...

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Lost in an orchid. You and I.
Drunken songbirds, we’ve sipped the waves
And drank of day, of dank, of dusk
Together. You and I.

Yesterday a mystery slapped me 
So hard I became a question mark.

Now
I stare in the face of memory, a prisoner,
Body, soul, and reason in...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops, 
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.

That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul...

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Like 
wisps of
soft white spores -
those vague remnants -
are recollections wafting through my mind -
sun-gold heads of spring I no longer hold,
Yet I can glimpse
when they turned
into 
fluff.
I 
recall
my young self
blowing off the
fluff of seeds . . . wishing time would pass quickly.
...

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Warning: Mature themes, though at the time.             

             Recollections of a Reckless Youth
        ...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which his better elders
Did most insist he was thereby taught.
Reinforced throughout...

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My recollections -

whether they be good or bad -

   do not make me glad.

Best times cannot be remade;

if I’m lucky, , ,  bad ones fade.


Written Oct. 27, 2012
For Michael J. Falotico's Reflection Poetry Contest...

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Visions swim in my mind that I wish I could not see.  I fear to drown in the rush of their rapids, lapping at my face. Each tear I cry leaves a trace of tragedy that cannot be erased, nor regrets that threaten to...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical 
Strains,
Chanting methodically in harmonious
Downturn - 
Wherein contained: 
Foreboding dialects delivered in a 
Forgotten Gaelic tongue,
Magical incantations sung in unison -
Agelessly...

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For eons, as a spirit on this earth
I’ve dwelt; I still recall the autumn‘s cold
when I was human on this new year’s birth,
that “hallowed eve” when spirits would grow bold!

Our homes were unlit and uninviting
lest spirits might possess our souls that night.
We’d gather round the...

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Echoes of the deep
Seeking the old woven tale
Of the past foretold....

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My Freedom of Recollections
I am not original
I am just an open book
I am noticeable because I am simple
I grow weary of what to think
I seldom find any faults
When I do find fault 
It is I
Not the person who I see
Because I am the only one...

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recall first school day
I stood weeping, scared to move
we held hands at five
she vowed to look after me
we were close, with a deep bond

we had sweet-sad thoughts
dispute with football or dolls
taking both shows care
saddened by her lengthy trip
she cupped my cheeks and we kissed

she flushed...

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