Nostalgia Business Poems

My Grandmother’s Baking Pans

I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that...

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What is? 
Fortitude. 
Let that sink in for a while. 
Missed the mark. Damn names, 
who's falling behind, body or mind? 
Image, like you know...

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Service, service with a smile
  nary a howl or a scowl
    At gas stations, supermarkets
    at restaurants across...

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unspoken words linger
unfinished conversations whisper
soft gray clouds
veil sullen skies
a day of calm
anticipates a storm

Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest...

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Serutan was a laxative sold many years ago.
Ask me where it went, I will say "I don't know".
This fiber-type product reached great popularity.
Read the name...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Para que

Para que sean los versos
si no es para
para ese día
con ese triste crepúsculo!

Para que sean los versos
si no para el día de la nostalgia
donde...

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free verse

German workaholic, 
jilted as a young bride
never knew a lover's grace
denying a broken heart
she studied marketing

Munich melodramatic, 
content within her world of work
no romantic...

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Click on connect,
To a world brought together,
By Sun, Cisco, and Gates,
And cybervixens named Heather,
You or your business,
Can be what you dream,
No matter the cost,
Or so...

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I'm off to Horton's!
Where's my coat?
Where's my gloves
and hat I tote?

Head to wind
I walk the path
with all my strength
within God's wrath.

Losing time
I start to wander.
'Behold'...

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A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed...

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When I was young, on our TV,
The channels numbered seven:
2, 4, 5 and 7, 9, 13
And, oh, 11.

The picture was in black and white,
Past midnight,...

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Pop can Sally stock my pop.
Push the new stuff back!
Bring the old stuff to the front
and space them just a crack.

Sell me one to quench...

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Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along...

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Waking up is dangerous business. 
Killing time, wash the dishes. 
Open the bottle, swallow silence, 
Brainwash the kids, quell defiance. 

Or maybe it’s just me....

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