Best Remembering Poems

You crept into our lives
silently stalking
like a cat burglar in the dead of night
invading every aspect of our world

Robotic treatment by the Da Vinci Machine
operated by a skilled surgeon
removed this blight from our lives ...
yet lurking in the back of our minds
your memory remains

Cancer, you...

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A porch is buried
in wet leaves and broken twigs...
Quail scratch at the dirt
looking for a sign of life
in front of the empty house

A squirrel climbs high
while ladders rest against trees...
Fragrance of apple
greets me like yesterday's child
as I lean against old dreams

From grimy windows
I watch the...

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When its time to  for him to sail away
like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms drifting in the lake

When He journeys far,as far as moons to reach
When He forgets the fragrance of Her hair
and how She tasted 'neath fresh linen sheets

When He forgets the sweetness...

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On December 5th, 2022, Milton Hankins wrote he'd turned eighty-one.
It was to be the last he would celebrate, but we continue to honor him, 
a fine gentleman, poet, and friend. December 22 will mark two years
ago that he left us. In remembering Milt today, I...

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I remember when: on an August day, while on a Caribbean cruise
My echo rippling across the sea as I vowed Forever; "I Do"
Take thee LENORE for the Eons of Eternity, my ever Loving WIFE
Entwined as One, Forevermore: the Banns of me and YOU

I remember when;...

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It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad
Others skipped along the well known path
Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets
As...

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Before the blast in April's darkened sky. . .  
before the electrifying surge of insurgency -
when trucks and tanks were used to block the roads, and
when men and even boys were sought to aid in one malicious purpose. . .
before the rampant slaughter -...

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Remember,
My Dearest,
December.

On my birthday we met,
The fifth day of the month,
I shall never forget
That awesome occasion--
Your breathless expression,
With winsome persuasion.

A week later, first date, I was late
You patiently waited, knowingly,
Guessing our inevitable fate.
On Christmas Eve I gave you a ring
Nothing too elaborate, I thought,
Small diamond,...

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The calmness settles in now
with acceptable disquietness
as we return to living life
with one less earthly vessel
dwelling lovingly among us.  
 

Silence reigning for moments
as our minds and spirits search
for solace in numbing grief
while shadows from the past
run a perpetual playback
of memories, now bittersweet.

In the...

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Litany of do this and don’t do that…
My dearest mother is a champion of verbalizing such 
Not as a loquacious orator, but as a virtuous lady*
Exemplifying in her own right Proverbs 31:10-31** of the Bible.

Now as a “guardian mother” myself
I learned that Mama’s good success-list
Actually...

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Remembering

My heart was racing and pounding like a drum
It was beating like it had never done
The blood was rushing through my veins
My temperature was soaring with a rage

The feelings were intense as they took a hold
The passion inside was about to explode
The feelings rushed from...

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I remember when...
We were young and play naked in the rain
And we were so happy with the cold
But now soaked with the rain ,
I shiver as the tea cup is hard to hold.

I remember when...
You can open your windows at night for fresh air;
And there`s...

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My Calico was chocolate-caramel swirled,
The inside of our house was all her world!
Her whole concern was just in getting stroked or fed.
She'd summon me each morning, jumping on my bed;
then reaching out with one white paw, she'd tap my head!

An oldie!
(This is around the time...

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Balanced and perfect!

Always standing up for me.

Teaching me manners. Oh, how I fussed!!

Having French braids every summer. 

My shorts and tops had to match.

Teaching me to be proud to be and say, I was American

Reading poetry to me, when I was so verynyoung.

And teaching me words...

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Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And...

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