Days Of Old Poems - Poems about Days Of Old

South Park and Dragon tales. Twin peaks and Seinfeld. Family guy and The Daily Show. Ace of Base and Cheryl Crow. Friends and Will and Grace. Babylon 5 and spaced. The X-files and The West Wing. Fancy and Shania Twain. King of the hill And Mad TV. Sponge Bob and Ren and Stimpy. Frasier and The King of Queens. Boogie...

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There was Red Dawn and Crocodile Dundee. Full House and The Lottery. Road Runner and G.I. Joe. The Lost Boys and Cameo. The TMNT and Silver Hawk. Duck Tales and Fraggle Rock. Family Ties and Growing Pains. Pretty in Pink and Purple Rain. ...

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Underdog and Days of our lives. General Hospital And mama tried. Casper and the Tonight's show. My three sons And Hazel. Hogans Hero's and Mayberry RFD. Green acres and The Archies. Aqua man and The Lone Ranger. Deputy Dawg and Wally the Gator. ...

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East of Eden and The Tingler. The lady killer and Julius Caesar. A star is born and Vertigo. The Killing and Ace in the hole. Godzilla and The night and fog. Johnny Guitar and Hound Dog. Wild strawberries And Stalag 17. High noon and The African queen. ...

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We had; The face behind the mask and Chattanooga choo, choo. A boy and his dog and Bill and Coo. We three and Gaslight. The black cat and Dead of the night. A string of pearls and Bambi. Candid Camera and Hop along Cassidy. Moonlight cocktail And...

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We had; Interlude and of Mice and men. A star is born and Gone with the wind. A child bride and The Wizard of Oz. Cocaine Fiends and Sweeney Todd. The Jaguar and The gay divorcee. The Marx brothers And the Maserati. 79 Park Ave and Mannequin. The Porsche...

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Do you recall? Felix the cat, Or Taxi and Kojak. Fantasy Island and Starsky and Hutch. Monty Python and The Brady bunch. Saturday cartoons and Mission impossible. Batman and The Streets of San Francisco. Cling and Clang on H R Puff n stuff. All in the family and Eight is enough. The...

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A long time ago in those days of old, there was one thing we were supposed to do. They scribbled it down in letters of gold, treat others as you would have them treat you.’ We are supposed to love all our neighbors, feed the hungry and help protect the weak. If anyone should ever do us wrong, that’s when we should...

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The paddlewheel unloads people, tourists who were out on a cruise, above the docks and the gift shops the brown palisades come in view. (The canoes draw up on the beach, Iroquois out looking to trade, in the fort the merchants gaze on, guns and metal they’ll send their way.) The families walk to the gate, the young boys humming joyously, his place is out...

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I never will forget the days of old when having neighbors meant more to us then. I think that for technology we’ve sold the sweetness of the way things were back when. I used to read the tales of Nancy Drew but couldn’t buy the books since we were poor, but nearby was a rich girl that we knew. To borrow books...

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Another day was spent, Another day was earned. Another day was lent, Another day was burned. Moments that were crossed, Moments that were paved. Moments that were tossed, Moments that were saved. Loss of my step, Loss of my stride. Loss of my pep, Loss of my pride. Closer to the ground, Closer to the wind. Closer to the mound, Closer to the end....

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there once was a time humans walked for a life time… in their heads still do © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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I remember a time when, Things were simple When kids were kids and technology, Had not diseased their young minds. The future of America looked bright, Then those traitors on bended knee, Turned their back on old glory. Shredding the image that we once, Held dear in our hearts. Destroying a nation that we can, Never come back from. How can we police the world...

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Those olden days those Celtic lands Now I ponder my ancient kin Who kept awake while listening During the stormy nights of rain and winds Cold wet nights those achy joints brought and bring And now as then there were books paper and pens For storms now halt electricity and computers They lay still and quiet all the day While back then...

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I think that it's easier to go forward if on occasions one recalls back THEN, A simpler place and time, an era, a period, a generation of 'remember WHENS'. We start our stories with the likes of, "When I was a boy, or "When I was a GIRL". Our listeners know where we are...

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