Best Reminiscent Poems
Reminiscent of the America I Knew
Seventy years have come and gone as though
it was a watch in the night,
and if we would choose to turn back the clock
we can’t even if we tried with all of our might.
I was born right after WWII ended
in a time of buildup in our now and forever changed land,
but it was a short lived peace with hope and dreams that
would soon be dashed as we entered another war because of aggression in Korea’s land.
I remember I was a small girl as I read on daddy’s newspaper the big headlines
stating the Korean War has ended it was posted on the front page,
though I didn’t realize all of the implications behind that statement
I must have known that my daddy in this war at least would not be engaged.
There were soft summer nights of neighborhood fun as we kids
would play night games till about 10 p.m.,
we would run home and get washed up and into our beds
and then after being rested up and we would start it all over again.
It was a time when radio and television were fun and all would be listening and watching Father’s Knows Best and Let it to Beaver because they were sweet and clean,
and not having to worry about language that was not suitable and sex outside
of marriage and trying to keep it all safe for your children in decency.
The children did a lot of fun things then, climbing trees, hopscotch, Red Rover
and marbles just to name a few,
the boys playing cowboys and Indians, baseball, basketball
and bb guns providing they didn’t aim them at you.
In those gentler times, women and girls were safe
within their own public or private restrooms,
because the men and boys for the most part knew their limits
and respected them as part of their early manhood grooming.
Families in those days had a father and a mother who instilled decency
into the hearts of their child,
and only a few in my classes at school back then
had ever chosen to run wild.
So what am I trying to say in this poem
that I feel needs to so badly to be said,
America, America how far you have strayed and fallen and the light
you once had has gone out and now simply put, it appears to be dead.
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
May 2, 2016
Acrylic is an exuberant technique
giving life to colors so unique,
reminiscent of a Matisse.
The pine-scented breeze drifts
from mounts to hills,
an ambient of skylarks trills.
The French Autumn landscape
with mounts and lake,
an escape for the elite.
The noon holds mystique,
away from harsh critique
paints lovely Bernadette.
The delicate cotton canvas
is too small to contain all images;
the artist, struggling manages.
The brush drips on grass
changing the shade of the violets;
she stoops down to clean up the mess.
Redolent oak tree
Sweetens air with scent freshness
in holiday day
5-30-2016
I guess the reason of god is to provide a blue print for right and wrong. A fabled story or a endless song.
From Our Father to Ramadan and the candles of Hanukkah.
Where I’m from a sin is a sin.
Truthfully I commit, that’s why I forgive.
The sky is the limit now I fly in it.
Laying on the clouds I’ll admit it.
Mary Jane gave me guidance.
Don’t live life if you don’t like surprises.
Sun rise, sun set,
Time ticks by but you can’t forget,
Wishing those good time could resurrect.
There's a flower revival beyond my window pane,
Where velvet petals of fragrant rose remains.
Spring renewal spurns the colder freeze,
And casts love upon a floral breeze.
Pixies steal ribbons from a maiden’s room,
So her long loose tendrils catch nature’s bloom.
A green carpet of grass stretches beneath her feet,
While her beau makes her toes curl with kisses so sweet.
She pretends the world's a magic wonderland,
And fairies sprinkle dust to make love so grand.
Ah, for the splendor of this season in time,
When the youth feel giddy, but strong in their prime!
Oh! I long for those days when I was young,
And danced with pixies ’cause Spring had sprung.
Mutual grief and joy to I
Euphoria reverses to dysphoria
Lessons learnt warmly
Action speaks louder than word
No regret with bitter aftertaste
Colour varied, bright against dull
Hope invites its beautiful face
Owning emotion rare and true
Looking ahead, lighter walk in step
Young at heart, never give up.
Lets get in the car,
Go far and chose to lose time deep in my mind there you are,
Drive into the night and ignore the calls,
If this is so good how can it be so wrong?
Looking at the stars falling so long,
Looking at the stars most of them gone,
Believe me we can take it easy to please and appease sleep,
So close she breathing on me,
So close it makes my knees weak,
Ill always be respectful and respect your temple,
Now let us pause in the distance while reminiscing over this visual,
Have you ever fell in love so much you'd do anything for that touch?
So lady protect your health and yourself and everyone else,
And please respect my impatients from temptations,
Let out all the frustrations all is well hell what are we waiting for,
The basic relations wide awakened after the storm.
Have you ever fell in love just like such that nothing else means that much?
You were my personal garden of Eden,
From the evening clear through the weekend,
Loving with no speaking just heavy breathing,
A quarter inch from the cleavage her reason for all this teasing,
Lets be gentle if the interest is mutual,
Waiting on this earthly heaven eventual, spiritual
With all this potential in a touch that's oh so sensual,
Please tell me why would we want to go?
(2009)
Back to the window, I sit and glare.
When we were young, easier to please.
I'm just sitting in my rocking chair.
Now I watch the world pass by and stare.
Remembering days of carefree ease.
Wouldn't let pain slow us down, were fine.
Run around, climb then jump off our shed.
Not knowing then at that certain time.
We'd never be closer to our prime.
Knock on wood-no broken bones, just bled.
Wanderlust of our youth now to fade.
Though the final price is still unclear.
The total taxes on bodies made.
By everyone, this will have been paid.
Until our bodies will not change gear.
I'd say that life was better than fair.
To look back at all we did as kids.
So here I sit in my rocking chair.
Back when our lessons were learned with care.
Of all the dares and raising the bids.
Reaching into the quiet,
these last hours of evening.
They beckon one last look
at the all encompassing beauty about me.
So reminiscent of the One,
the One who put it there,
and all I can do is write.
I write the praises that echoes my hearts’ song.
As the rain misted cloud hovers
so low over the valley,
Jesus, I am reminded of you my Lord.
As I am under the Shadow of Your Wing
and comforted by Your abiding Presence,
what I see about me slips into
the inevitability of night-
but no matter
Footnote:
I wrote this while listening to Vineyard Worship leader
Brian Doerkson sing ‘Refiner’s Fire’ and looking out over
the valley at a place I love to write
Won't you be a chapter in my history textbook?
Be the co-author, never bothering me
to share the stars and most the sea
with thee woman who's sposed to be
a better motion reasoning
through empty aisles beckoning
me closer still, epiphany,
the rush of crushing symphony
the truth has posed as potpourri
amongst the bulbs on every tree
with poisoned poignant cherry seeds
choking hope entwined with me
a vintage vine of broken glass
a splintered mast before we cast away
from here with sailors sloshed to sway;
leaves rewind as they jump back to be
a sign of prosper for the tree
which meets the air inside of me
beaming rings of symphony
that rise towards skies now lounging loose
as if on antlers on the moose
up above the pale true noose
they are your halo if you choose
to chronicle the strife of life
or be the sheath which hides the knife.
The Moorings of Yesterday
Looking out at the moorings of yesterday, wondering what was.
The long pier of forgotten purpose skeletal remains peaking above the surface of ancient waters
Attempting to peer through the fog that is tomorrow,
Wondering what will be.
A moment in time to displace the here and now,
To dream of history’s future.
A day dream of a story that may or may not have been told by someone before,
Or may or may not be told by someone after.
Before a beginning of an endless ending,
A thought occurs...
Distant, Yet Distinct
Crowding My Dreams
So Hard To Concentrate
When This Light Gleams
Shimmering In My Eyes
Breaking Thru The Passer By
Content For A Moment
Within This Memory I Lie
Running To The Door
My Foresight Needs Shade
This Dwindling Reception
Drifting As We Fade
Into Another Night's Dream
Into A Brand New Image
Just Wait One Moment
While We Assess The Damage
One Day Later
And No New Light
Just The Faint Essence
From An Endless Night
Smoke Filters The Sky
In A Failing Aspiration
Is This My Worst Dream
Or An Awful Premonition?
Over so many years
Sprang so many fears
Creating so many tears
And pain to surpass my peers
Growing an aching burn
For a desire to yearn
Which is overhead
Yet over my grasp, broken once I learn
Captured in my soul, with my mind's eye
Where my dreams dwell, sprouting high
Alluding to a time not unforeseen, hidden in the sky
Fortune favors the brave, don't be shy
The prints from my past mistakes left
Marking their trace, having carved depth
Between the walls of my spirit in my breast
Nestled where my dearest secrets are kept
Eternal echoes haunting my mind
Each step I take, looking for happiness to find
Missing out on now, feeling behind
Driving the force to take on the grind
From this day, never forget my word
A slit in the abyss of forever to be hear
I lie here in the placid darkness
Silent and still all around
I am reminded of a night as such
When love we unknowingly found.
Indeed, it was a long time ago
Although still feeling like yesterday
And that alone calmly reassures me
Together, we've come a long way.
I do know it's not quite the same
Lately, we drive each other insane
But i wouldnt have it any other way
And have nothing else to gain.
I'm sorry for giving you a hard time,
But it sucks not having you here
And it makes me miss you so much
That i always want you near.
Hold on to this sweet love, will you?
It's surely worth all these tiny sorrows
I know i can get through anything
If i have you in all my tomorrows.
It warms my reminiscent heart
When Christmas preparations start
When the bells of Christmas chime
I am taken back to happy times
With special friends and family
And all the Christmas memories
When Christmas preparations start
It warms my reminiscent heart