Nostalgia Change Poems

In the morning light, a milk bottle stands,
A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands.
Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past,
From the dairy...

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Some Mimosa trees are still bare,
such a deep sadness they declare;
lethargy is another form of bitter sobriety...
when sorrow looms amid spectacular beauty!

Luke after school assumes...

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Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand

Remember when we used to...

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Couched in the season,
by a fireplace ablaze.
The winter with it's snowy soft edges,
tasted bittersweet
-since I reminisced once more
of just how pleasing it was
in the golden...

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Who doesn’t dream of escape?
A return to an innocent state 
A journey on the beams of grace —
The Lord is with thee

Who doesn’t yearn for...

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Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously...

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Look, see my little ones,
whose innocence upon their faces,
I keep safe within the pockets of the spaces,
that lay deep within my heart. Sealed with a
special...

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Tonight 

I rediscovered 

Boulevard of Broken 

Dreams on a jaunt through 

Glasgow’s October-lit streets. Rain 

drippin’ off chin. Momentarily wishing 

I was more like I...

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Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays...

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He teetered on the cusp of change, 
Wanting to make each moment last ~
This flying of time seemed so strange, 
He teetered on the cusp...

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This is a love letter to summer, 
To the warmth that caresses my skin, 
To the golden rays that shimmer, 
In a dance with the...

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We fished off the pier in carefree days
when girls wore tartan trews.
In endless summer sun we’d laze
when Tommy Steele was “Singing the Blues”.

Now it’s saffron...

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About the end of times when
Carts were hauled by Shires,
Coal was king and homes
Were heated by open fires,
A seemingly huge dark figure
From my early childhood...

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This chilly morning in Hartford 
Ensconced in the ambiance of
Freedom in God’s own country 
I woke up with a start
Lost  in the labyrinth of...

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Two dancers
           embrace on destiny’s floor.
       Their dance
 ...

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