Long Memories Poems
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I awakened one morning with dawn's early song,
and found youth, over night, had traveled on...by poet
Youth can seem constant when days are sublime,
rushing through life with the wind in your hair.
Racing with the breeze through meadows and time,
chasing tomorrows with hardly a care.
Forever will last with youth as its heir.
Oh to feel that free spirit just once more,
even when a young heart feels it's broken.
Sunshine and youth always in strong rapport,
softening goodbyes that have been spoken.
Bittersweet love, but memories' token.
Time's stolen moments hide in lilac shade,
appearing briefly in morning's rose cast.
Golden moments that glow and softly fade,
saved to remind of time that could not last,
when youth and its magic slipped into Past.
May 4, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--Y Words" contest
by Constance La France
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Living the Dream
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
From Hobart to Cape York from Perth to Sydney
And all the cities, towns and country in-between
I am visiting places on this Island I’ve never seen
Experiencing the highs and lows and living the dream
East and west of the great divide a picture so different
In the west the landscape so bruised, dry and parched
With the drought lingering and causing so much suffering
People so resolute and tough don’t know the meaning of giving up
East of the divide a picture of greenery as far as the eye can see
Not feeling the hardship of life unlike their cousins on the other side
Here the cities and country towns are vibrant and alive
For the mountains hide the devastation on the western side
Thousands of kilometers and thousands of liters of fuel
Not to mention the thousands of dollars well spent
With my Ute and van I’m able to greet a new day in a new place
So every day is a new adventure called living the dream
So many new and old friends I have met and greeted
Lots of campfires and happy hours under the stars
Filled with stories of travel, adventure and friendship
The memories of which will stay with me fore-ever
So many places I have been, so much I have experienced and seen
The sea of sugar cane from that stretches the eastern coast
The beaches, the forests, the mountains, the flora and fauna
All visited and reached by manmade roads that stretch from coast to coast
The country music musters so enjoyed by so many travelers
The buildings and relics of old so rich in fame and history
The diverse cultures that live on because people care
Are just a small part of living the dream in Australia
I will keep travelling as I follow the ribbon of tar
For every day I wake to something so different
As my life unfolds towards an ending down the track
I’ll sleep with the memories, I’m living the dream.
Troubles in th past
Are troubles that never last
No point in dwelling and regret
Best solution is to forget
future troubles disturbs rest
You cannot do anything yet
Wait until that time nears
Keep calm and persevere
Think about present time now
Take a step back, breath slow
Ask yourself is it a big issue?
Big enough to dampen tissues?
Trouble is never big enough
To make you fear the rough
You will overcome anything
That dearest trouble brings
Tackle the small points first
Soon the trouble will disperse
So are troubles really that big
Enough to rule your mind in sin
Future troubles always turn to
Memories of the past to do's
No one's unbreakable strong
So control trouble forever long
Missing the romance
In twilight’s glow, where shadows dance,
I find myself in a wistful trance;
I miss the spark, the whispered word,
the tender moments, softly heard.
The days of passion, nights of fire,
when every touch was pure desire;
The stolen kisses, secret smiles,
the longing looks that spanned the miles.
The walks beneath the moonlit sky,
where every star seemed to comply;
With dreams we shared, with hearts aligned,
A romance pure, our souls entwined.
I miss the laughter, shared in bed,
the gentle words so softly said;
The way you held me, close and tight,
in the quiet hours of the night.
Now memories are all I keep,
of love that ran so strong and deep;
I yearn for days of sweet romance,
the simple joys, the loving glance.
But in my heart, the flame still glows,
A love that time cannot enclose;
I cherish every moment past,
and dream of days when love will last.
For though the distance now may grow,
and life may lead where winds may blow;
The romance lives in memories sweet,
A dance of hearts that still repeat.
Written August 5, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
I miss her soul;
Tenderly so;
I miss her lips,
speaking such;
I miss her eyes,
big and bright
I miss my arms around her torso embracing, holding her tight;
Now she's gone;
and I now have no one;
Now she's gone;
so now am I alone;
tenderly we shared;
bodies together so rare;
teachable thoughts;
knowledge;
encouraging memories;
old turn new beginnings;
I miss her soul;
Tenderly so;
I miss her lips,
speaking such;
I miss her eyes,
big and bright
I miss my arms around her torso embracing, holding her tight;
Now she's gone;
and I now have no one;
Now she's gone;
so now am I alone;
yet I am not alone totally known
I am not alone you see I have
GOD!!!
The Altar
(From The Old New Home FWB Church)
Written: By Tom Wright
5/14/2006
It was at this dated altar that first I knelt
Being a mere babe in Christ at the time
I’ve attempted to recapture the feelings I felt
When much younger and yet in my prime
To some it is seen, just old varnished wood
For some crafter to make some small things
But my mind carried back as best it could
To its origin and the fond memories it brings
I try to put faces with mental tear stains found
And think of vows once uttered not to falter
Quietly I ponder if the walk is yet sound
Of those who knelt at this old New Home Altar
I hear shouts echoing that Saints would raise
And visualize hands lifted toward the sky
In services that closed with handshake and praise
The Holy Spirit could be felt from on high
I stare at the carving on its underside and read
“Come unto me and I will give you rest”
I think of the times I have knelt there to plead
For others, or Grace, when facing some life test
Now, this New Home altar has a new home to be
It weighs heavy with memories of past years
God touched your hearts and you thought of me
God knows our hearts and bottles our tears
I look to the sky at the clouds drifting,
they float, billow, changing shape and shifting;
clouds remind me of life's diversity,
of the good times and the adversity.
And life . . . like a cloud never stays the same,
living is like a dauntless gambling game;
hold a cloud still or lost beauty reclaim.
It is just impossible to achieve,
words and thoughts impossible to retrieve;
but we still hold on . . . and memories weave.
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March 03, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Clouds Are Like Life
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-207-03
All Rights Reserved,2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Each Passing Cloud
sponsor, JCB Brul, Judged 03/18/2023
First Place
If seen more than a thousand times,
Each time breeds a greater sublime.
Yesterday, right around 6PM, it was.
A view, forcing memories; it really does.
Looking over toward the western sky,
That expanse was bold; not a bit shy.
Forgetting it yesterday; a quick recall today.
A look of solemnity that dreaded going away.
Seems there was something it wished to say.
Peaceful light blue sky, hued reddish orange;
Fixative, breathtaking. Remarkable artistry,
Another divinely majestic undertaking.
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Self's true calling candidly bared,
frisson so sweet as two souls paired.
Ardent vows so fondly prepared,
'fore gathered kin, pure love declared.
Convinced myself you deeply cared,
words and deeds, ardour implicit.
Frisson so sweet as two souls paired,
adoration was explicit.
Have endured perpetual Hell,
savour timbre of fling's death knell.
Entombed within accursed cell,
reduced to lifeless, hollow, shell.
Nostalgic urge obliged to quell,
break the curse of pain infernal.
Savour timbre of fling's death knell,
this day henceforth, hope's eternal.
Transition 'tween two states still baffles; scattered memories all that survive.
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A-A-A-A-A-B-A-B scheme as per contest rules
5 November 2017
For the "Rhyme Time II" contest, sponsored by Laura Loo.
(1st Place)
Dinner with friends while soft candlelight glows
We're dressed in formal attire, both genders
Goblets of wine while conversation flows,
what fond memories the moment renders.
Shared recollections from decades, gone by.
Good times of laughter and those when we cried.
Melancholy, it was a night spent without a dry eye,
happy tears and sad ones, we could not hide.
Round the damask draped table we remained.
Too quickly to us, it seemed the hours flew.
Reluctance to end the night was not feigned,
then, came the chimed hour to reckon adieu.
Hearth side, I sat... satisfied and alone.
Serene and reflective on friendships sown.