Childhood History 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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Not much of a poem but a thank you to the women in my life.
I wouldn't know what success really is and what it means...

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I was born in the odds, 
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas, 
these scrambling to stiffen the last...

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While in an antique shop, I came across a wood stove
The cast iron, covered in rust, had seen better times
I admired it as it stood...

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we share a girly* laugh at what they teach,
Julie and I, at history lessons,
events so old, they are so out of reach,
conquests, battles and what...

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Archon of the west, whose spouse was the worldly Sophia
Who blindly abandoned his childhood lamb, to search for unseen light
Though the lamb could have showed...

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So many earths to unearth....
worlds that define my history
like a geological time capsule;
you see,
I hid them from seas
of terror
in a world of fear.
I shoveled them...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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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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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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Dustmen were dirty
Shoes had holes
Typewriters qwerty
Clothes were old
School was tough, kids were rough
Summers were always, quite cold

Three-day week
No power at night
Week after week another union...

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FROM A COMMENT TO ONE OF MY GOOD READERS/ Soupers:

"It's a blessing to have known Jesus through one's parents. I was 30 when I began...

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The tiny old school, which was my first guide,
has become a museum of a distant age.
The playground--swings, bars, and slide,
still stand in mute dismemberment stage.

A...

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Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn,
Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes,
Carrying me far awa in ma...

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I saw one journey end and another begin
I saw my world changed and in a spin 

I saw another end - the end of the...

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