Long Memoire Poems

Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les amis de la mort sont la
les gardiens de la volonte...

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Friends used to say like an elephant I never forget
these days I have the memory of a goldish or amoeba
often find myself staring blanking into the fridge
wondering what I am doing there, what I’m looking...

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He came from a galaxy light-years away
On a secret mission was he
Sent by his leader, to land on the earth
To report on what he could see

He landed his craft, then hid it away
And started his...

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Blue memoirs fall from her sky eyes
 As blue memoire fall from her eyes
 right down where I slept, I picked it up.
My memories, they tingle me,
 like flashes of a cinema screenplay, I see;
...

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Best friend means to accept every flaw from each other, to meet each other halfway in life. I 
looked at the sky where there was once darkness, now I see daylight. How can opposite 
work...

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A hunger growing deep inside
This lust so strong it can longer hide
I’ve pined for you in my years of waiting
Drowning in my hormones still anticipating

The feel of your touch
Your hot kisses down my neck
Heat rising...

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iron gates -
swing open on rusty hinges
the day           cold         and windy
the cemetery is old   ...

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~*~

And I am coming to see you, Mom
It will take me half the day, by bus
But, I got up early, washed my hair with lemons
Like you used to do for me

I am wearing a...

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Funny how a fragrance can hold
                          such a precious memory
Yet,...

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WHIMSICALITY
nonsense
 verse
& limerick
in
  extraordinary
visual
sketchesin

a
diary
 of
requited
 jottings
down
&
visiting
 images

 the
pictorial
aide-memoire
of
observations
&
evocative
sequenced
slices
  of time
changing
 drifting down
notations

 revealing
 singled out
spectacular
images
of
the silly the
surreptitious
private
joke
in
  cartoon-like
scribblings


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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It's six o'clock, 
but not for the birds,
for them, it's four-play.  
God says,"Be there, or be square," 
because He's Lord of the times, 
not Jehovah of old, knows 
that slang and jargon, 
keep the...

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(french)
Le Soleil se couche derriere les Eiffel
                       De la promenade J’admire
  ...

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Loneliness is killing me silently
Thy memoire are shagging me so intense
I am unable to sleep peacefully
Thou..revisiting me is a suspense

Parceling feelings in the communion 
Glancing upon waves of lustful romance
Awaiting world,force couples re-union
Betwixt inappropriate circumstance

Caressing...

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Je t’aime

Je t’ai écris dans ma memoire
puis je t’ai redigé dans mes pensés
avec la plus fine des ancres de mon coeur!

Et comme un devoir à faire
J’ai finis par te garder sur les images de mes...

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JOTTINGS

Folded paper and scribbled notes
Mutterings of my cluttered mind
Things to do I hope to remember
The memory club, I’m a member
If not, then that’s why I will find
Ideas are sheep, words are goats

Jottings serve as an...

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When I do walk in numerous passage
 And hear the songs of the receding birds;
I behold my beloved’s sweet visage
Where on the lips I see the smile she wears.
So fresh within my mind my darling...

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Weeds

I know...
the first thing, 
that comes to mind; 

pulling them, 
getting them out, 
stopping them...
from everything
they do. 

But what do they do? 

They grow, 
in all the hardest soil. 

They bring the first flowers, 
to...

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Remembering still
shadows of yesterday
O,  the grieving
O, dripping sadness
holding a wilting rose
in my cemetery garden
in quiet she reposes
beneath the maple trees
the bare branches
whispering . . . 
breaking my heart
dark 
decay . . .
a la...

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Cursed that eve as daylight waned,
frivolity danced in the lane -
my young mind was half insane
partaking of the juniper.

She kissed me - I danced with her,
the berry of the conifer
until the room was all a...

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When you were little
               near you everything was a dream ...
          ...

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