Long Reminisce Poems
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Back then, life for kids was harder than it should have been.
They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when.
Back then, if there were child labor laws, they never told us.
If labor laws for kids were broken, none ever made a fuss.
Back then, I remember chopping weeds in the oven of the sun.
Kids had to work long hours, but we also played and had lots of fun.
Back then, kids played cowboys and Indians in the light of day,
And chased lightning bugs in the black of night.
Back then, I had a friend name Dennis, and no, he was not a menace
We played baseball, basketball, football, but not golf, socker, or tennis
Dennis and I lived on opposite sides of the busy railroad track;
and he had a big brother who rode a mule loaded with cotton sacks
Dennis and I were best buddies in our early days, but the years went by.
We grew older and went our separate ways. When I think of Dennis, I
remember the good times of our childhood, and how We kept busy shooting marbles and rolling rubber tires throughout the neighborhood; and most of the
time, we did the things we should. I haven’t heard from Dennis, but I would love to see him if I could. I once heard it said in a Christian song that friends
are friends forever. I sure hope to see my friend Dennis on this side of never.
Perhaps we could laugh and talk about farm life and the fun times we shared.
Perhaps we could remind each other when we bought ice cream for a dime.
Perhaps we could chat about when kids were free and fearless of crime.
Perhaps we could laugh about the gray hairs on our heads and under our chins.
Perhaps we could talk about the distant days and ask, “Remember when?”
Perhaps we could share our stories of how we changed from boys to men.
On this side of never, we would write a letter, email, or visit every now and
then. On this side of never, we would both recall when our money was very thin. On this side of never, we would reminisce about house roofs made of tin.
Yes, I well recall “The Perhaps”, “The Back Then’s”, and “The Remember When’s”. I do miss Dennis, and I hope to see him before this life is finished
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What a lovely chat we had
The five of us together
We talked about this and that
Without mention of the weather
There were Fay and Chris, Elaine and Harold
And of course, there's me
Fay and I were already friends
We'd never met the other three
What a lovely chat we had
A charming reminisce
Of days gone by, simpler times
And old-fashioned things like this
We talked about how life has changed
From bygone days we'd known
And the sometimes sad and happy experience
Of living on our own
We chatted about computers
Optic fibres and the like
Cars and trains and aeroplanes
And remembered our first bike
What a lovely chat we had
Sitting in a ring
We talked about new skill we'd found
And that sort of thing
We discussed technology
And religion too
When the time was running out
We found we had similar points of view
There will always be change
Things don't ever stay the same
Only God is constant
And in his holy name
That we find security
In his loving care
He was and is and will be
Everlasting there
What a lovely chat we had
New friendships can be found
By the oldest means of communication
We have found a common ground
Amongst the mist of midday rain
I walk beside my heart's pain
Subtle images reflect what is not
Daydreams shadow things once forgot
Pitter patter of moistly wet drops
Splatter of rain ticks like a clock
Time is still amongst the mist
I close my eyes and reminisce
Silken skin soothes the touch
Long hair of auburn full and lush
Eyes that shine from a fiery soul
The beauty of a woman I love to hold
Keeper of my heart by her firm touch
Boyhood memories make innocence blush
Gone away I long for more
Misty spirit of my adore
I bite my lip and taste the mist
My heart is cold and adrift
Puddles splash at my shoe
Do I enjoy missing you
Sunbeams break through clouds of rain
Silvery visions evaporate within my pain
Soft breezes kiss her lips on my face
Such was once I shan't replace
Wet and damp with a splash of ill
Cold and old I begin to feel
I open my eyes and close my mind
Saving her memory for another time
It had been nigh sixty years since they'd chatted with each other.
When they wore the uniform they were closer than any brother.
They'd borne the din of battle as members of a rifle squad.
One returned to France to visit the other sleeping 'neath the sod.
He knelt to caress the marble stone of his buddy to reminisce,
And his hushed, plaintive conversation went a lot like this:
"Greetings, my dear brother, it seems so very long ago,
Since we staged the big show for the liberation of Saint Lo."
"I'll never forget the bravery of the men in our platoon,
As we clashed with the foe on that fateful afternoon.
Each pressed on, never minding the falling bombs and shell.
As always, my friend, you were at my side when you fell."
"Oh, how my heart aches, dear pal, as I recall that awful day,
When I clasped you to my breast as your life ebbed away.
Just the other day I saw your lovely daughter and handsome lad.
Tho' they never knew you, they're mighty proud of their dad."
"Sleep in peace, dear comrade, and know you didn't die in vain.
Because of gallant men like you, the world knew peace again.
I'll stand in ranks with you for the final call of the roll one day."
With tearful eyes, he rose, saluted and slowly walked away.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Can you remember?
Holding onto the dreams of the past
I can still see your face, your smile
I can hear the laughter and the joy
I can feel your touch, tearful emotions
when crying wasn't always a sadness.
There were those wonderful moments
when it was just me and you
and nothing but time between us.
I can remember
Holding tight to those memories
We can trip the light fantastic
we can dance to old songs and melodies
we can reminisce on how wonderful life was
let's be together then, forever dancing through time.
Two Dancers in black and white
when the only difference is the sequel of life
which follows in melodic repertoire of humanity.
Photo from Helen Levitt
Through the photographs in Helen Levitt’s book A Way of Seeing (now in its third printing by Duke University Press) have long been regarded as classics of 20th century photography, a significant aspect of Levitt’s work from this period is relatively little known. It is also not commonly known that Levitt has continued to produce important work throughout the 1970’s and 1980’s.
Let the honey drips from your lips and spill into my sacred dish
Let the sorrows that you feel melts with the dark clouds as they fade with the beaten skies upon which your destiny lies, and the tears that is welled up in your eyes will break loose and flow freely with the inconspicuous breeze.
I have waited for this moment to come when we would sit by the stream and reminisce our last dream and watch the stars above us flows evenly through the skies while the moon on the other side will orbit the earth and roll its eyes in the age old dirt.
The south will sing a vibrant hymn and the rovers will get up and sing to the rhythm within, tears of joy will flow and I will finally launch a breath taking show and the vipers of the earth will watch in awe as destiny circles the contours of the surface with lights formed from the glow.
I can see the image in plain eyes as destiny walks up and down the endless sky with hands and feet bound in chains and a sign on its back saying that it has completed the game. It had brass belt wrapped around its waist and bronze bangles on its wrist and I watched wisdom drags it through a narrow road as it makes its way down the secret stairs and daylight suddenly breaks through the gate.
Everything happen so fast and the sudden mystery left me speechless in the dark ; earth comes alive and there you were sitting by my side gazing at the stars beyond the horizon; honey continues to drips from your lips and fill the sacred dish and the heavens merge with the earth and the temperature increased.
Our hearts began to grow and the wind began to blow and graciousness filled the darkened corners and civility spilled out in the open street and a crowd appeared out of nowhere chanting words of wisdom.
if i died
trying to find you
what else
could the good lord
himself do
you never know
the damage
people go through
just to make it
through a song
when all
of the fuel
runs out
of your
empty lies
what do
you live for
i need a reason to smile
a reason to breathe again
i've taken all the punches
i'm going to take for a while
some people say
love's a losing game
and life is much of the same
when all
of the fuel
runs out
of your
empty lies
what do
you live for
rain keeps
the ghost from shuffling
you and i were
too desperate to dance
so we're moving on from here
critters don't speak
they just watch from a distance
tick a tock at a time
crossing my fingers
like we're destined for more
raging like times have changed
desperate for touch
so we prude the puddle
lay ruin to the pad
reminisce of the times
you were once all i had
Form:
When truth she swears, to ear alert to hear,
though lies she plies in patterns she can weave.
When stars you seek with eyes to suit a seer,
fake love she vows, to hearts that will believe.
When hope she sells, on drawings for the soul,
though no applause she cheers for roads you take.
When loud you hear the bell of success toll,
her vengeful tongue will wag, make no mistake.
Yet, when her rippling deluge drowns the brain.
recall the throbbing taste of her first kiss.
Then when her promise fails you once again,
escape into life, do not reminisce.
So, from the sweet of nature swill a taste,
let not, the rest of life such sweetness waste.
06.28.21
“Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.”
Sherrilyn Kenyon (author)
I longed for the days when the earth will smile again and the penitence of its mind will humble itself before the benevolent sky and the assemble of peace will be trod bountifully through the street.
I long for the days when the hill and the valley will meet and walk hand in hand in the street and greet the people we meet and pass on a word of encouragement to those that fall from the heavens. And time will tell how he constructed that hypnotic well to release his mind from the pit of hell.
I longed for the days when the sun will smile with the rain and cool the desert flame, the cactus will grow in abundance and moisture will cover the desert land and the plants will flourish all over the land and the sun will obey its command.
I long for the days when I can dine outdoors, and watched the waves riding on the shore, I will write a verse or two, and listen to the music singing in the wind. I will breathe in the fresh air from the atmosphere and write a romantic poem for thee and absorb the moisture in my flesh from the sea.
It is the touch of love that will ride with the vision from above and somewhere out there in the atmosphere; you will feel the difference of time racing with the spirit of the divine.
I long for the days when I can walk in my old school again, and bring the place alive just like old time. I will walk along the corridors and mesmerize my golden sorrows and the path I took that gave me a hundred books.
I will dance underneath the trees, just like how it used to be, I will bring my friends alive and reminisce their sacrifice. I will recapture the memory of spending long hours in the study room and could not take a shower until the following day at noon. I will go to the gym and workout on the tread mill and hum my childhood hymn.
I long for the day when I can travel the world again and meet people from every, race, color, creed, nation and culture. We will have happy times together, have buffet meals for supper and sing Kaluki at noon. We will learn about each other’s culture and play games together, and when the evening is done, we will stand on the board, walk and gaze out yonder and our heart will be together.
I long for the day when I will meet all my television friends, we will have lemonade on ice and we will tell stories in the moonlight.
If this is where I leave you, I deny
the moments of our last goodbye
let the tears fall fast and quick
without restraint or a walking stick
we once were well mixed, love bound in the thick of it.
I have loved you always and forever
moments of our times of joy and pleasure
never truly yours, just a point measured
realizing I never once possessed you,
you were never mine, how well I knew.
Let me hold my breath a moment
pausing, as I breathe the end of our atonement
take your time to reminisce about the old days
years that lagged in the sadness of our life play
and each of us can leave, to go our separate way.
For a moment in the thrusts of passion
a memory of love has come and gone, not everlasting
insecure and disbelieving in a soul mate's bond
life begins to slowly move along
once yours, I am no more.
Brian Dtrand's contest
All Yours 2/9/21