Memory Career Poems

I admire paintings
Painters have mental vision
They have art attack....

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My childhood memory always come back to haunt me at this time of year, when I have no one with whom I can share, it...

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Gripped by toiled hand,
Hissing sound I hear everywhere
Reverberating the youthfulness of my days,
Where lullaby and executioner's fierce reign
Echoing my ego to whisper in solitude,
Where I...

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Sanskrit language is important, adopting it makes life complete. 
Sanskrit is the first language that came out of the mouth of our forefathers.
Sanskrit is the...

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I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of...

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Time Past.

 I thank those horse owners today,
 that gave me a job and a place to stay.

 A bed in a barn or a...

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Rarely failed Sunday church service, 
Scarcely trifled with being in office, 
Then smelling of Doxicycline, 
Here needles there Terramycin… 

Absenteeism by her not hailed, 
Apology...

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I was an active and happy person, whose sole hobby was collecting treasures,
As night collects vast amounts of silver, with its precious moonlight measures.

I loved...

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When I am old 
Sadly to say
I found many wrinkles
And senile plaques
Scattered on my body
But suddenly 
To my delight and astonishment
I saw two scars
Two childhood...

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Do you ever wish you could be 
another face in the crowd 
that fades from everyone’s memory
blending in like brushstrokes on canvas
catching no one’s attention...

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in loving memory of my nephew, Eric
Jones, who is now flying with the
angels


I was a professional kite flyer, and had won big contests and tournaments,
As...

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Listen, my shipmates and you shall hear
A tale of adventure and a sea career.
I shall never forget that cold clear day
When I left the shore...

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For years I was a trained gymnast, and I'd competed in the Olympics,
Before my leg was injured in a car accident, among fate's cruel tricks.

I...

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You are far away from me, 
But don't worry you always belong to me. 
When we were kids we often played together, 
Now we are...

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Youthful days yield to elder nights,
    Quiet and solemn to reflect.
Seldom are the loud acknowledgements,
    That deafened the few,...

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