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I took a trip down memory Lane;
My soul teleported to higher plane.
I was lost in reveries;
I found an angel that lives in my memories,
Lost but found in the field of ferns.
A diamond amidst the waving field of ferns.
Behold the enchantress!
As majestic as an empress.
Her countenance radiates love,
Her eyes like that of a dove,
Her smiles illuminate the soul,
She reigns without control,
She lives in my memories;
Forever in my memories.
When she utters my name;
My heart get wrapped in flame,
Her soothing words subdue my anxiety,
Thanks to her comforting quality.
Her words enchants my soul,
And triggers the feeling in my soul.
Behold the enchantress!
Born with loaded sweetness.
Indeed, she stuns.
Each sand shimmering in the sun
Is a precious moment shared together,
Basking in the sun forever.
Dedicated to Nelson Sandra
I remember the world before all the people and cars.
The animals lived in peace and harmony with the land.
I was the lifeline to places both near and far.
It was a time which you may never understand.
I led the way for early settlers to cross to the west,
Trying to give them a smooth and trouble-free ride.
There were plenty of places along the way to rest,
In little towns that sprouted up on either side.
As the years went by, the world was in a hurry,
So I was covered in gravel and stone, and then paved.
During the war, interstates were made to ease the worry,
And many others like me would never be saved.
The quaint little communities that once were thriving
Became dusty old ghost towns almost overnight.
I became riddled with weeds that would not stop growing,
And soon I was deserted; out of mind, out of sight.
My glory days returned through a short-lived t.v. show,
And people remembered where they used to get their kicks.
If a trip down memory lane is where you want to go,
Then keep me alive by taking a drive down Route 66.
As I lay here under the stars.
I take a trip down memory lane.
And I'm transported to a time
when I was deeply and madly in
love.Your embrace was my safe
harbor. When I was in your arms
all was right in the world. Our love
story was a gift from God. But the
world around us wasn' t ready for
such a love.I could remember it
like yesterday, You were so hand-
some. A greek god could not hold
a candle to you. Your fair skin was
flawless and your blue eyes were
more lovely than the sky on a great
day.And your physique took my
breath away.I think I fell in love
with you instantly. In a strange voice
that I barely recognized as my own,
I blurted out “ Young Sir”Do you need
anythang else? As I recall you must
have been smittened with me as well
because you didn't answer for a long
time. You always told me that you
loved my caramel skin and my big
brown eyes. You always referred to
me as your African princess.When
you finally spoke you simply said
no.From that day on we were two
young lovers who was forbidden to
love because of the color of our skin.
When your parents found out about
our secret love affair I died a million
times in one second. They shipped
me to another plantation in another
state.I longed for you to find me but
you never did.I will never forget how
you made me feel,you didn't see color
you saw me as the love of your life. My
darling I felt the same and I will love
you until I breathe my last breath.
My Grannies Love note
1-18-16
Fancy a trip down memory lane somewhere
Through the corridors of time and space that steer
Fond passageways to remember our affair...
Here we go now, you and I, my lover dear:
Waltz hand in hand under the evening moon,
Down the Chinatown alleyways ever near.
Steady footsteps and the wind in gusty croon,
Happily through this underpass in sure strides,
Skip along in silly glee like grownup goons.
If ever there be a fine pair in joyride,
I swear it must be you and me in full swing,
Forfeit stern reservations or fancy pride.
Up and down and round the bend our footsteps fling,
As if to tell a tale of flight dramatic
That once upon a time was a lovers' thing.
Glimpse fond recall of airy-fiery magic
As we re-visit our old haunts to retrieve,
Warm passions and reactions still terrific.
Bazaars and shoppes that quaint, old wonder conceives,
Desserts and food offerings that stir old souls,
Our simple walkabout stroll propels in brief.
Though swift years have come and gone, rapture unfolds
A charming loveliness that joins two poles:
Side by side, the two of us now venture bold.
Love is the reason for our seasons and souls,
Live each day as best we can one sacred whole.
Leon Enriquez
12 Mar 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is a poem in Terza Rima with 11-syllable lines and rhymes.)
I miss you
I recall how at first you called me boy
Gave me sweet things and always a special toy
Scared trying to sleep heart racing with fright
You tucked me in rubbed my head and said good night
I was young and naive but your actions said I care
No matter my circumstance, you were always there
I remember those rainy days playing soccer, not so good
But you came week after week and in the rain you stood
Forever trying and hoping to make you proud
For me, you always stood out amongst that crowd
Picture still clear seems like just the other day
You promised to guide me, teach me the way
I grew up fast much more wiser and more bolder
You couldn’t see this you retreated your love grew colder
Days were tough, I missed you, needed your attention
You spent time with everyone but my name, not a mention
Why dad, what happened, why did you change
Why did you avoid me, why your heart and feelings rearrange
I blamed myself I cried but I never had a clue
Now I understand somewhat, I’m a father too
Procrastination is the thief of time, or so they say
So if something must be said say it today
Maybe you never read this especially this part
I miss you and it hurts, but you’re still in my heart
If you can find the time be it sunshine or rain
Let’s get together take a trip down memory lane
And when we in life our victories have won
Remember this, you’re still my father, and I your son
Miss you dad
{c}
APvN
Hook of Holland arrive by the ferry
Meeting our good friends Ans and Jerry
The pancake house is where we love to eat
Being our with our Dutch friends – what a treat
Zwarte Piet will be visiting soon
Children crowded into the living room
Waiting for the black hand around the door
Sweets are freely scattered on to the floor
Visiting the haunting Anne Frank museum
Makes me think of the phrase carpe diem
Walking along the stunning cobbled street
Our trip to Amsterdam is now complete
I would love to return again one day
Meet Elly Wouterse on lands far away
Submitted to Elly Wouterse’s Contest
My Ode To The Netherlands
~ Awarded 2nd place ~
15th April 2014
The poem is written from very vivid childhood memories- its been a trip down memory lane - it is also my first attempt at a sonnet
The Good - Bad Times
I wonder if you would care to take
A trip down memory lane with me
And reflect upon the bygone days
Then tell me if you might agree
Basic were our amenities then
The simple life was all we knew
To glean our needs, from off the land
Was what we sought, to see us through
Long hours and hard labor, I recall
And wages from the work was slim
Making "ends-meet", was a task
At times the future seemed so grim
Crops in the field would depend
Upon rain, sunshine and hail
Escaping frost, - always a concern
So many reasons, for all to fail
But there was contentment then
That made the bad times good
On a neighbor you could always depend
Each others problems, we understood
A handshake was the signature
Confirming the price of some land
A legal contract it was deemed
No more from each other did we demand
Locks on the doors, were not as vital
As in this "modern" day
If a stranger knocked upon your door
To open it, usually, - was OK
A child's gift on Christmas day
Though sometimes meager, it brought joy
The gleam in their eye, let you know
They appreciated, - a simple toy
Proclaiming God, was not questioned
On coin, or in the school
And there was reverence to the flag
Many adhered to the golden rule
Although the high-tech race of today
Offers some good things, it is true
There is a void, of "the good-bad times"
Those nostalgic moments, we once knew
Colan L Hiatt = 10-21-13
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Each year Deborah and I share one Christmas tradition-we do this religiously.
Together the day after Thanksgiving we buy our Christmas Tree.
As we head out to purchase our tree we are filled with anticipation
for we know the gift lies not in the tree itself, but in its decoration.
From the moment we open our storage bins and rediscover the ornaments they contain
It’s not just a simple trimming of the tree...it’s a trip down memory lane.
There is a special feeling about finding an old ornament time and time again
Holding it up and saying....Hey Deborah do you remember when....
Each ornament adds to the story of our life as we’ve watched our family grow
Most are significant only to us and carry meanings only we would know.
We have ornaments that remind us of our children,”Hey, isn’t that Ryan’s baby shoe?”
There’s a photo of Ali and me, Bryan’s manatee and pickles for the grandchildren too.
There are ornaments from old friends, a few of Whitman: he was a great dog!
And the ornaments of places we’ve been form a lifelong travelogue.
Each year when we’re finished trimming we have more than just a tree
There in the corner stands memories of our life...it’s an album in 3-D!
Every year when the tree is finished Deborah says, “Now you might think me mad,
but I’m sure this year, this tree, is the best we’ve ever had!”
As I stare at the tree and nod my agreement I think I can now attest
to understanding why every year our newest tree is the best.
Last years tree was the best we ever had…that was easy enough to see
but we’ve added another year of memories to the boughs of this year’s tree.
So as wonderful as last year’s tree was it’s the new memories we’ve amassed
that make this year’s Christmas tree a little better than the last.
And I’m sure as another year of memories in 2021 we add
next years tree will take it’s rightful place as the best Christmas tree we’ve ever had.
An old picture shared on Facebook…stirred my heart, my soul…by brain
and immediately sent me on a trip…a trip down memory lane.
We were all so much younger…the six of us standing there.
Our children were still children…and I had much more hair.
A trip down memory lane makes you wonder…
especially when it’s a picture you’re looking at….
You wonder, what were we doing, where where we going
and did I really where an outfit like that!
I don’t remember the exact year…no matter how much effort I exert
I suppose it was a time in fashion…where a man’s shoes had to match his shirt!
But I do remember the people…they’re forever etched in my brain…
I remember the smiles on their faces…on this stop down memory lane.
I remember it was a beautify day…with warm and balmy weather…
but memories are like colors in the wash…then tend to run together.
I think we were heading to Busch Gardens…amusement park rides to endure…
I want to say that’s where we were going…but I really can’t be sure.
We could have been going for ice cream…for a boat ride on the sea…
We could have been white water rafting….or it could have been all three.
It seems when we’ve been blessed with a host of wonderful memories…
set adrift in our cognition….
whenever the opportunity arises…they jockey for position.
And you as the person remembering are totally unaware…
as one memory blends into another….both happy to breathe fresh air.
Which means when I look at this wonderful old picture
of three friends…two girls…one boy
I may not remember exactly where we went
but I’ll never forget our joy.
And isn’t that what’s most important…
how somehow the joy remains
even if the details are a little sketchy….
on a trip down memory lane.
I broke down my past life, gave of every fiber
But for what; a jilted love affair, blatantly acted out
Right under my nose; i suppose you didn't mean to do the unthinkable,
And break the unbreakable; was it worth it; not ever.
The after taste of the questions we replace,
With careless answers and swollen myths trying to pretend something is
When in actuality, the reality is; it isn't;
Let's see what's happens you said
While placing my heart on comic hold; funny thing is
There was nowhere else for me to go
I gave of every fiber; the essence within me
Only to be sacrificed, as if i needed you
There’s no impossible solution to this dilemma
No justification of this trip down memory lane
As things progressed to what now has become
Life in slow motion, the over-analyzing,
This mental state; I’m in,
About to be one of those women who wanted to fight for love, but didn’t
Love hurts most of the time, secluded, everything
Can be gone within seconds, sometimes, second chances,
Don’t always happen; only life after death.
ChloeJames 2012