Nostalgia Future Poems

Looking at the past,
Thinking of what I thought will last.
Thinking of what happened before.,
Knowing that the future will be a bore.
I sincerely hope and pray,
That...

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In some future I will voice all that is true,
how I swear your eyes glow, and whisper to me.
But the nonchalance I show, back turned...

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To be drawn into this enchanted journey
By birth and values, we place upon the earth. 
Resonating with all our youth and beauty 
The charm of...

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Forget all stupidities,
even these pitiful follies...
while raging thoughts  
agitate and infuriate us!

Give up madness,
use logic to end quick solutions;
learning together does wonders!
Show willingness,
accept imperfections...

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falling from the tree's autumn leaves paint the ground a colorful quilt.
crunching underfoot the sound of nostalgia memories of fall
red, orange, and gold a firework...

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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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Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away,
The bottled up visions just start to sway.

Each person enters through the exit door,
But they don't know what...

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In the '60's I thought we were headed to the Stoned Age
    Psychedelics were huge, PCP was everywhere
  Yet by the...

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THE HERE AND NOW

Just go find the key to the present
And the future becomes unlocked
For some, it is just the distant past
As if who they...

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Say bye-bye to these:
    "Hold, please." (Hold what?)
    Typewriter Repairman Ads
    "Dial this number..." (What's 'dial?')...

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I remember
Being that little girl,
Holding that daisy, pulling
Each petal away while saying
“He loves me” then, “He loves me not”
Always hoping for the love that I...

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May yesterday be kinder
Let is shelter her and show her how to play
May today remind her
How dewdrops gleam in morning’s rosy rays
Though yesterday’s behind her
A...

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Such happy tears rooted in nostalgia 
locked in the past you can’t see the future;
Mistakingly think you drew your last straw,
such happy tears rooted in...

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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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Sad and alone, my thoughts stat to wander
Over my life and what I have done –
My achievements – if any,
My failures – so many.
The loves...

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