Best Souvenirs Poems

As 
I watch
the waves crash
and unfold gems
in neon blue dust
across ivory shores
silky reflections scatter
upon moon glazed tides in cadence
and flaming twin stars whirl in circles
sprinkling magic upon Poseidon’s realm
There's a turquoise song for the healing hearts
ruffling as lyrical melodies 
along idyllic crests of hope
where memories...

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When I got home from camp today,
My parents almost died.
They asked me how I got this way,
And here's what I replied:

"This little cast from heel to hip
Is nothing much at all.
Some broken shingles made me slip
From off the dining hall.

"The poison ivy's not so bad.
It...

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Souvenirs of Love  …
I keep them all in a locked mahogany casket
It gets harder to open with my arthritic fingers
Yet every day I turn the key and peer inside

When I lift the lid I recall such precious memories
I caress the string of pearls you...

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Now, Spring an echo of a crazy dance
Its music still wrapping the soul in  trance.

Sweet the taste of a season of pure feel
The scent of which the deepest pain could heal.

The weather of the Heart so fine, so dear
The path of Love, with folded...

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FROZEN SOUVENIRS  (( Collaboration * Nette OnClaud ))


by~ NETTE ONLAUD

frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak
slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast 
aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven.

at least, this time, this bed was hers and hers alone,
dimly broiled...

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Soothing sliding silvered tides, fields of verdant; rolling co-inside..'

Beards of algae flow on wrecks, phosphorescence guilds the whitecap in flecks,

As a mirror shattered myriad shines, to uneven waves that crash in; times..'

Un-counted amounts of wash elapsed, endless etchings have surfs out; scratched..

I see the glimpses...

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Message of the wind
Tucked in little girl's pocket
Ready for Life's Fall

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Prison Souvenirs, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : Souvenirs de prison, March 1874*

(Verlaine was sentenced to serve a term of two years in prison for having shot his erstwhile lover in the arm/hand, the legendary poet Arthur Rimbaud, ten years his junior, on July 9th...

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Les Souvenirs de Noël – Translation of Joy Williams’s « Memories of Christmas » by T. Wignesan

(Joy Williams, b. 1942 in Sydney. Since she was born « fair » of skin, the authorities forcibly removed her as a baby to be placed in a children’s...

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She had another birthday
And she sat before the mirror
She contemplated her gray hair
Her wrinkles and her years

But she didn't need to fret
She shouldn't really fear
Cause her gray hairs are memories
Her wrinkles are souvenirs

Each strand of silver shows a worry
That never came to pass
Each deep line...

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We cherish our souvenirs
echoes from the past
tales of where we've been
preventing us from making choices
as to where we can go

dust collecting dust
bones in our closets
each a memorial unto its self
yesterday's pain held captive
within a single glance

as another lonely winter approaches
the shelves have become barren
like the...

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frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak
slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast 
aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven.

at least, this time, this...

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boxful of Scotland souvenirs at a car boot sale

a life’s possessions
in thirty or so boxes
from the back of a white Transit

knick-knacks from Scotland
a wee man with ginger hair
tam o’shanter
and a corkscrew 

a picture of Ben Nevis
with all the red vibrancy
sucked out of it
by years of...

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Inklings of Love
 Love is a never ending daisy chain
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew
Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain.

Cherish that you have a treasure so true
Celebrate that her love glitters and glows 
Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew. 

In fragrance of daisies where'er...

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Silver candlesticks and other thingamabobs
Of questionable use in these modern times,
And riffraff scattered throughout in gobs
Most are reminiscent of long-ago pastimes

Of younger years spent happily gallivanting
Around the globe in search of new ventures
Now I spend entirely too much time, daunting,
Searching for my eyeglasses or my...

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