Best Yore Poems

The memory still lingers,
Of the times, we ingested this scenery.
The solace of the water 
Brushing the distant horizon.
Reminds me of the time,
I spent with you...laughing and crying.

Beneath the sun and moon,
Where the canvas sky painted,
Many inspiring sunsets,
In a sequential series of beauty.

This place still touches...

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      In the days of yore, our hearts bore;
      the burdens of that heavy laden heart.
      Now, for His love, our hearts are joyful all the day.
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The days are long and unproud, they brood...
  and please not the weary soul wearying in its wake;
  when gnashing snow and rain bite
  cold and bitter nights ---
  smite the weary traveler soul

The spray of oceans fierce, the tattered sail
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The Ode to Yore 
 An ode to yore, when smile’s genuine;
when so much more dear; we, God’s 
children. 

An ode to yore, when we, young in life.
All’s learning; the start of life.

An ode to yore, as years have 
progressed; all the hurts and happiness,
more...

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I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear

I reveled in the very fact 
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!

I used to...

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Life is more like a book
Its chapter never closes
How do I bury my times of yore?

Each corner I turn
Each route and avenue I take
There are my times of yore 
Right in my way

Malls and shopping complexes
Brings back all the memories
The good times we had.

Our favourite...

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When I think of all the seconds I drubbed my fingers

On the skin of long-drummed typefaces to wipe spam

Away from the screen of my inboxes in my computers

I wonder how many years of my life drift as flotsam

So many sales pitches tail in mouth in...

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A bundle from the past -
the 1930’s and ‘40’s.
A wisp of his breath…I’m breathless.
Did he know his love story would last?

1941 envelope -
my fingers glide over the sleeve.
I tenderly take out the note,
the sweet poetry…telescope

peering into the days of yore.
Grandpa won his sweetheart with words:
“From...

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As I peruse the magnificent works of poets long gone
read their words of love, wisdom, pain and suffering
I am uplifted and filled with awe at what they achieved
all this without modern aids, most read after they are gone

I pause and think what would they produce...

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From his sweetie Dave took lots of guff
  'Cause his beard was mighty ruff
Too bad you get fewer kisses, Dave
  Try Burma Shave - its all the rave!

Do you sprout a very wild stubble?
  Have you heard of the latest rave?
You'd save...

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Left to beg but not beggarly                                       ...

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Sublime Poets of Yore


Sublime Poets of yore;
Chaucer, Homer, Spencer
All in poetry folklore
Tireless toil they bore.

They took a lot of time
To lathe or polish poem
And lavished in rhyme,
Wisdom and wit sublime. 

Hardy, Dickens, Coleridge
All blew a lute so pure
Tunes smooth as porridge 
Flowed across the bridge.

Pound,...

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Villanelle: Often I think of writer-poets of yore

Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Who wrote in fear of lords kings patrons of church
Their voices hushed humbled by the stoop they bore

Often I conjure up their solemn lives raw
And wonder how their pages weren’t left in...

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From days of yore, from ancient times long before,
     were prophets, and bards and sages;
these men of lore, who wrote of fate and more,
     were scribes of the scroll of ages.

Today we know, from what the documents...

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I miss the sweet, long-ago simple days
most lives contented, not hungry for more
A path we walked with gentle, simple ways
It was the way of life in days of Yore.

No TV back then in small towns like ours
Instead, hours spent rapt by the radio
'The Shadow,” and...

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