Memoir Poems

The Drawer

One primary school scrunchy—strands of blond hair in the folds.
Two baby teeth my son had extracted himself—
payment for the Thwirly he had broken (the two 20c pieces from the tooth fairy in tissue paper).
The replacement clothes line in its original wrapper.
A set of Yale lock keys for doors forever closed and gladly put behind me.
One

MY ROCHDALE MEMOIR

I moved into Rochdale in 1964
My Grandparents and I moved in together
We will not be discussing our ages
Just Rochdale and its amazes
History with a continued stride
As a start off, I who can forget the ROCHDALE MOVIE THEATER
On any given Saturday, it would be a sit down and watch movie flicks
James Bond 007 and Ten Little

The Memoir Shelf

I keep my memories on a shelf
Each one a book, a spine, a name
A library of all I've lived
Of all I've felt and seen
Some volumes end too early
Some, stretched across my years
And I pull them out when the night feels empty
Open to a chapter I thought I forgot
Some, I've tried to burn away
They still echo

Sand Dunes

                               Driving through the desert vast
                   

Life as a Chosen One

Living in a world, I know I don't belong.
Wondering if I did something, to cause this wrong.
Feeling deep inside, my life was never meant to be mine.
Always searching for answers, I cannot find.

Living 61 years, upon this beautiful earth.
Learning recently, my life was blessed since birth.
Fighting strong feelings deep inside, I know now I cannot

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For Cecil

A silent prayer was spoken –
A gentle life grew dim.
So many hearts were broken –
As you hurried home to Him.

A song, a word, reflecting –
Your kindness and your light.
God will forever be protecting –
Love that made you so right.

A hope that we’ll see you soon –
Beyond the moonlit skies,
Where believers hearts will swoon –
As mourners

My One Goal

Every year for me begins with an earnest goal,
One only, which I genuinely aim to achieve,
This year I attempt to accomplish my life-long
Poignant dream, an honest tale, a memoir to weave!

This true story my passion for a few years,
Fuse my unfeigned thoughts as sincerely as I can,
Memories turn into reverie, stem from soul, my
Humble quill

High School Day Memoir

In the countryside, while walking
It was a joy to pick and eat wild guava
Papaya, star apple, lomboy, and berries 
Our mouth always stained milky or purple
Life was so sweet to remember then
Going back and forth from school walking 
We had this routine finding fruits at roadside 
If we find one, all my school companions busy
Picking

Closed Community Prejudice--an Alphabetized Memoir

(Note: In this abecedarian poem, I redacted the name of the particular denomination to protect the innocent and to universalize the context. Fill in your own favorite groups! Prejudice against those perceived to be “other” than “us” infiltrates human hearts no matter the identity or extent of the difference.)

Closed Community Prejudice (an Alphabetized Memoir)

By Mark

Thoughts of You

Thoughts of you occur walking hills
In nodding heads of daffodils
In fields of green and waterfall
In trees standing stately and tall.

You are there in the rising sun 
In darkness when the day is done
The bright sunshine that follows rain
Raising my spirit up again.

I hear you in string symphony 
In choirs singing in harmony
In sound of birds

Memoir

Alone in time, they say one must survive
Flocks of misery must be kept offshore  
Even if it presents itself as the goddess of a water
A ruthless gaze is enough to lure a man toward being outscored

A grant memoir as one perceives 
A contrast between realities
As one falls again for your charm 
A group of

Remember

Echoes from the past
Still my thoughts, color me
In hues of melancholy, 
Abiding, gentling, forgetting
There are moments
When hope was lost in the ancient
	Feelings, bleeding
Through the silence, preventing
The quiet to rest on the prayers
Pleading for the light to shimmer
Into the present, where 
Promise fades and grace, so amazing…

Reflections of my spirit
Breathing joy, heartening
Laughter, caresses
In the beauty of

Midnight's Memoir

in Midnight's Memoir, 
there she wrote subtly —
his universal thought.
in an evening's burp,
a tale of seclusion.
as he began to rest,
her night's in a quest.
once, she started —
the reality of their touch.
he rushed, "maiden, art thou?" 
she then fell on forever's beat. 
a reality, she slept in his arms. 
morning roar, and moon beams.
time before, a

Midnight Memoir

Morning memoriams
Mid day malaise
High noon hypothesis
Sunshine solutions
Half moon hempherics
Evening epitaphs
Nightmare puratory
Dawn desires dead
M.        m,.

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