Best Retaining Poems
The sadness had been costing you sorrow.
That may daunt you, but it will not kill you.
It's just the ground, it is rather narrow.
The sadness had been costing you sorrow.
You could hear the rest of the tale morrow.
Much to say, but your heart still beating too.
The sadness had been costing you sorrow.
That may daunt you, but it will not kill you.
Written: March 05, 2023
Retaining Thoughts
Miracle Man
3/17/2023
Often, thoughts skip by like shooting stars,
seemingly with ease they escape my mindset.
I’m just Wright’ing a poem not my memoirs,
did God not want causing me to forget?
“Sometimes I imagine the bridge is out
between brain and keyboard.”
Tom
I love being joyful and enthusiastic
To retain this and nurture it I please myself
I paint, I write poetry, I draw cartoons
I spend time with my grandchildren.
They bring hilarity and joy in terrific doses.
If you have forgotten how to have joy
Think back to the days when you knew how to play
What things did you want to do for hours and hours?
Do them now.
When the greatest sights were those of lightning bugs on hot summer nights When the sweetest sounds were those of crickets so soothing and sleep-
promoting. That was my yesterdays when the bitter herbs were mixed and drank from muddy glasses. Yesterday, when the Spring Season began and the
cotton seeds took root in Delta soils. Yesterday, when the school year ended and the summer labor began, when we worked the fields from 6 to 6 in the
oven of the sun. Yesterday, when the pleas of kids like me were pleas for rain, not for the nourishment of crops but to give pause, breaks to breath, to stop.
Yesterday, when childhood was diminished and robbed of pleasure, labor-intense and stolen. Yesterday, when in time I distanced that birthplace of mine so often distasteful and unkind, only to return for a spell with a brief and different plan. The first time there, my birthplace took from me. But the second time around, I gave back to it which made the difference in me. Afterward, again I moved on, leaving an even greater distance between us with a return visit here and there from time to time.
So much have changed as have I, and as the years slowly slipped bye, so much and so many have died. Others have moved away, forever dreading their impoverished stay. And yesterday? It's gone to the land of no return, and though I overcame the pain, like a caboose always connected to a cargo train, I forever retain the memory of the good, bad, and ugly of my early years. And by God's grace, I am the better for it.
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This poem was inspired by a movie I saw today entitled, McFarland. McFarland took me back deep into 'my yesterdays' and brought not a few misty tears.
John had turned a bit cynical
His mind was hardening
His skull blew out ideas that did not fit.
I have seen everything, he said.
What about Christmas?
Seen it, done it, wearing the T-shirt.
But not this Christmas.
Death rattle of his throat told her he was retaining his sour.
Have you seen that? What about that?
Have you seen that? Seen it, done it, got the T-shirt.
She was running out of ideas; he was determined to be obstinate.
A snowflake paused in front of his eye sockets.
Wait! He said. I have not seen this.
She looked at the snow flake.
I have never seen this one, he said.
This is something new.
She watched his heart open.