Bygones Poems - Poems about Bygones

Robert Sherriff 'Australian' Author-Poet-Actor-Model-Singer/songwriter R. L. SHERRIFF AUSTRALIAN POET AUTHOR SINGER-ACTOR Letting Bygones Go Words, like coins of breath, so carelessly spent, In moments weak, we hurl them without intent. A sting, a scar, a space between us forms, From thoughtless chaff that through our lips transforms. Yet hear, my friend, the truth that often hides: Our time’s a fleeting stream that...

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Imprisoned by the way things are, Breakfast, coffee and cream, Eggs with toast Sometimes it’s burnt, branded By the decades old toaster – former things, We can’t replace, Because this one is a memory bearer, Possessing days gone now, Days before his heart ached, before Memories were all he held, All that he has left of the girl… She’s still dancing, swaying like the wind, Songbirds shadowing...

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Blooming good days dawning, Peaceful friendships adorning, Let bygones by bygones today, Let's turn the page, we pray, For global unity today, Enriching us all thus, Power to peacemakers plus, Become global new friends, New villages of all our blends....

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Too much water under the bridge So many bygones knocking on the door My words bounce off ignorant armour Repeated arguments rattle around my skull An infinite ticket to a fairground ride on fire Someone has to stop paying the fare Trapped in a loop, caught in a cycle We need to end it, we have to break free My fight has faded,...

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Bygones are again beginning. Big Nose Kate and Doc Holliday bang and toss China plates, bothering my ears with their blooming Southern inhospitality. Bedbugs, I never want em, because they bite in the night bedsits' in Birmingham Alabama big red marks on my bum. Bad dream now beetles crawling up my legs, brown ones, Brobdingnagian bugs. Bangladeshi late-night dinner blighted the bathroom a bit. Bored with these bloody bygones butterfingers strum...

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My friend, put a pause on throwing punches. There's no use holding on to petty grudges. It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended. Always accept an olive branch, if extended. It...

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O, bygones, you as wind drift with the wind Did you leave? But why I can feel you? You let me don't care about the past? But I can't. You have engraved in my mind, my heart, my soul Oh, why? Why do you linger like ash? Tell me. How can I forget you?...

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I have carried you in my arms round the four seasons, Connected you to the memories of a train & station, You were the last train that travelled day & night over the arteries of my hand, You were my last train & I was your last station. You were responsible for the joy of my world, I...

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Eroding names on long-faced headstones, a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past; long rooted and confined while beside it 2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot. An old-fangled America right there forgotten crypts tucked between gas station and strip mall, a small deposit of once horse-drawn bones amid a modern thoroughfare. A haze of traffic emissions half-hides the secreted, the tucked away, yet, there...

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The past, when past is gone, No amount of wishful thinking will bring it back, In life, we must move on, No use crying over memories and flashbacks; Life is like a flower, It can be enjoyed as long as it is present, For soon it will wither, Then nothing will remain except its fading scent; Life's like a glass tumbler, The broken pieces...

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The fans of the Brooklyn Dodgers Once rivaled those of Roy Rogers But when Trump came on Those standards were gone Trigger got stuffed with old codgers...

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Neither yesterday with her episodes sad, Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad, Will ever beat the present moment's feel Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel. You’re an irredeemable dunce to look back And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal, Since you’ll for stale tears’ veils fail to see That today’s wins far dim all old...

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Neither yesterday with her episodes sad, Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad, Will ever beat the present moment's feel Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel. You’re an irredeemable dunce to look back And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal, Since you’ll for stale tears’ veils fail to see That today’s wins far dim all old...

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the essence of dissonance is pain poison in your veins drop your lamentation life is no vacation and you were promised nothing there is only fear “oh dear,” they say, “‘twas only a scratch!” but layers upon layers of scarcely-healed scratches are scars your obsession with possession has eaten your discretion you’re a slave to your own desires, a pathetic display of why inhibition is an honored...

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We try to relive them, we try to forget them Past times have shaped today, some we have defied Some have died in unopened pages, others live on in folklore They never go away, no matter how fast the future comes along The past times are not past, they always tag along...

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