Long Remember Poems
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Remember that I have loved you,
When you remember me;
Though at times I must admit,
We did not agree.
Life is a mixture of experience,
Some good, some not so much.
It's what we choose to learn from it,
That gives the added touch.
The added touch of mystery,
The added touch of fun,
The thing that makes life worth it,
When all is said and done.
You have been that thing for me,
That gave my life that lift.
You've been my source of added strength.
You have been my gift.
Wherever life may take you,
Wherever you may go,
Whatever life may bring you,
One thing you must know.
I have always loved you.
Remember that I cared.
Remember though I made mistakes,
I still held you dear;
And you were always in my heart,
Your welfare my concern,
And though I tried with all my might,
I thought you'd never learn,
That I have always loved you,
And I always will,
Though sometimes our paths will part,
My love will hold you still.
Life is like a harvest time.
What we sow we reap.
We let the straw fall to the ground,
And the grain we keep.
Inside my mind to my tomorrows I look
Straight ahead with no forks on my road
I can't look back as my past will hurt more
A corner I desire to rid this corrode
Dreams of many I have to live life to the full
To be as I should to be a soul in ones heart
Around so many corners cul-de-sacs appear
What does it take for ones life to restart
Then came the day as I travelled life's road
Freely I glanced as the corner became near
I turned into my unknown, not knowing what's ahead
Intrepidness abounds, living can be a fear
Through a window I view, absorbed at what I see
Spanish Eyes of beauty, musically we share
A Heart of Lothian, allures us both
Leaving this Highlander, in notable stare
For the first time in my life I can see another me
My tomorrows are now alive no longer I now wane
Her words like lyrical music, have melted my frozen heart
No longer that lonely road, there's still life in my veins
There will be many corners, of which we'll turn together
As I wave goodbye to my past, I remember it's many cries
Our future is what we'll make of it
All because I looked into her Spanish Eyes
The ball goes in the shirt comes off
as all of England a bonkers plot
but men never mention her sports bra
the observation will surly cause a scar
It’s talking down of the woman’s game
objectifies apparently so they complain
of disrespect without the shame
the root of why men think the same
and that is what keeps women down
according to these sad women around
stating madness facts unfound
they call it male culture it surrounds
they claim it creates this disrespect
what they mean is men lack intellect
to independently form respect
as commonly found in the male mindset
unimpressed views female football gets
but that isn’t formed by a Linekar tweet
his observation was one upbeat
a witty comment to cause such heat
from ranting women stuck in defeat
a comment that no man should speak
when we say bra they hear weak
everyone in England watched on
singing that 3 Lions song
celebrating all night long
except for that one ranting cow
“Gary that’s wrong”
when really she was the odd one out
offended because what else is she about
he was supporting them not putting them down
isn’t that a show of respect,
did his humour upset the clown
let the woman be a victim
humourless unhappy stupidity
while we all celebrate the win
and England’s European victory
50 million English, everyone of us witnessed it
Men mention the bra women shouting you sexist pig!
I think some issues can make you thick,
oh offence, you ruin it!
If you are offended you seek support,
put your bra back on stop the wonky warp
and grow a pair or get some fake one’s bought
and remember men dominate the sport
Changing directions doesn't mean that you have changed your mind
Do not accept a "No" until you have heard it again and again
You feel 'less' in everything, thinking you'll never win
That's the time to look to the hills and pray again
You recently missed the mark and lost your spark
So reassess, rethink, retool, return, and restart
Don't allow the word "No" to take away your glow
Just remember that the river finds its own way to flow
There is no wall that can stop the ocean waves
Don't give in and build your dwellings in a cave
So you spilled the milk; wipe it up and pour another glass
So you lost the race and came in next to last
Train harder next time and run again to be fast
It's what's inside that puts you at the head of the class
011921PS
Remember the walk we had at a dawn?
You mocked the fog and sang me a song
I cursed the cascade for being so rackety
You cursed the wind for being so wheezy
Arms in arms, walking and dancing
The sun too rose giggling
We passed through a garden, some buds, and birds
We passed some playing kids, nurses and mosques
The steepest mountain we climbed and laughed
The deepest dive we dived, and survived
Whale, sea horse, and shark stood shocked
As with lively skills, we had them tricked
Now the sun is sitting, the moon is waning
Our song is still not finished, and it has started snowing
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30th Oct, 2020 (11:30 pm)
Note: this one is about love, and our short lifespan. Offcourse, it is easy to pass through different stages of life when you have a lovely companion, but no matter how much time you get, it will never ever be enough. Death never stops chasing us, even if the companions stay loyal forever ). (I am hell sleepy right now, but wanted to write this one lol.)
Where the sky drifts into the sea
And twilight slips into starry destiny
I see you in the cliffs of mountains
Snowy tops dip into heart’s fountains
Your soul is like haunting hurricane
I’m a little boat riding it so insane
For you are stronger with less force
Maybe I’m the braver one by choice
You want my life and I live for you
You’ve made me wife I cherish this too
You are so strong perhaps as deep
Carry me along with eyes that speak
But I am red fire to your water sign
Both full of desire we sip like wine
You’re uplifting motivating and beautiful
I’m captivating grounding and typical
Our relationship is destined despite dilemma
Kiss upon lips brings bliss we’ll remember
Do you remember our old kites
With their yarn-tied knots
Taking to the skies
As we ran through the fields?
Do you remember when they lifted
From broken threads
Vanishing into the lungs of the sky?
I remember almost nothing from that time
I don't know what I ate or drank
But I remember the kites flying away
Leaving a void in our poor small souls
Now, after I've lived my life as best I could
I've left it all, my friend
Everything
Call me what you want
With your rational speech
I care for nothing
Nothing can help
I'm wandering downhearted through the skies
Looking for those runaway kites
They're like erased wishes
Ones I've missed all my life
Making me feel that I could never be
The one I wanted to be
There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.
Sometimes too, the memory of her sweet breath does rise
of Black Jack gum or peppermint and all those summer times.
The search for new spout dandelions the mushrooms other times
And summer’s end brought black blue teeth a blueberry’s remind.
We’d dig for bait with cans of tin, Idella, grandma mine, and rise
from ‘neath the patched quilts of calico so bright.
By chance to fish within the stream, trout in our breakfast mix
along with silly shaped pancakes so placed on china vain.
The beauty of her sky blues eyes never was so vain
that wisps of salt and pepper hair gave time
its only claim. To rise like yeast a child within this mix
to hear a bark of terrier and feel Babe’s tongue remind
of childhood days a Grandma’s house. Idella our bright
find. Take those blessed tender hands and rise
Touch childhood cheek like dough of white and rise
have no dark dwelling thoughts of blue blood in the vein
the thinness of her fragile skin the dimmed light so bright
just remember love full of the better times.
And with the scent of venison and sizzling pans remind
laced with home made butter, fried onions in the mix.
How had Idella’s loveliness from German bloodlines mixed
together with the stalwart Grandpa Trussell’s rise
to birth the lively bunch of child my Mom’s remind?
When in the dark of night the rush of red rolls through my vein
mind light flies and flickers like the candle flame of time
and I return on winged horse within a dream so bright.
Smell the wood smoke from the stove caste iron bright.
See the siblings teasing cat and dog within the mix.
The mantle clock’s brass pendulum sings in time.
Hear the winter wind blow through the rafter’s rise
like tucked in chicks the storms blew all in vain,
now only grand kids live these tales and do remind.
Always in the darkest times I think of my Idella bright
and Gram reminds me of both joy and sorrow’s mix
soon like the wind on weathervane I'll rise to heaven and her kiss.
I Was There Today
by Bob Moore © 2020
I was there today, to hold your hand,
and although you did not understand,
who I was, or even why,
the look on your face made me cry,
You had sadly travelled, this road all alone
We had been there with you, but you hadn’t known
We had known you, and loved you, and you had loved us
and now you just wonder, about all the fuss
The years we had spent, as we travelled through life
as mother and daughter, or husband and wife
as father and son, siblings who played together
you no longer remember, those times filled with treasure
I was glad to be there, to hold your hand
and I believed at the end, you would understand
always you will live, till we meet again
in our heart and memory, safe, until then
Bob Moore
One New Year’s Eve, a frigid night,
We visited a friend
For a festive celebration
We were happy to attend.
On leaving, though, we found our car,
Its windshield quite a mess.
An egg was smashed across the glass;
It froze, as you might guess.
It took us ages just to scrape
Enough away to drive,
Our freezing toes and fingers
Taking hours to revive.
Some other New Year’s eves evoke
Strong images, as well,
Of parties, dinners, shows and friends,
All safe where mem’ries dwell.
Alas, tonight, there won’t be much
To conjure up, I fear,
Except we bade good riddance
To a really awful year.