People Memory Poems

Heard the word often when I was younger
A “shut-in” is what I'm referring to
Have finally reached that sad state of affairs
Methinks we'll all make it...

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We were vacationing in the state of
palm trees and seashore in September's
mild loveliness.
Me, a sexagenarian widow,
hobbled by arthritis in my knees.
As my family enjoyed the...

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The happy drops of the rain 
that irrigates the thirsty ground 
Carrying the memory of every soul 
In love with the rain they all sing...

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Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain...

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We’d go exploring along the river and through the woods,
We’d run, and we’d whoop, then go silently to try and see a rabbit if we...

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Looking upon intelligence
too long can just depress,
an honest mind figures out quick
it’s not amongst the best.
The range of them is just so vast,
the unique mind...

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How many times have we heard: life is like a roller coaster?
from its ups and downs we cannot hide.
As we navigate these highs and lows…
we...

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Nick Tipton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills;
been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

This simple life would’ve have kept...

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I hear them talking as I open my eyes, 
a hazy something lingers on my lips like lava, 
threatening to erupt. I hear question then...

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Who were these people whom I feel for familiarity?
Who am I really, when finding this clarity?
Who are we in this time of reenacting memories?
Who were...

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A non-binary teenager, only sixteen years old.
When Nex got jumped, in a school’s bathroom.
Nex was targeted, for identifying, as non-binary.
Nex was jumped by bullies in...

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I exist - but I also exist inside the heads of other people
both knowing what I’ve done and what they have me do
when they close...

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Worn wood is on the barn
like wrinkles from a hard life
Many long years have passed
It served its purpose, now filled
Things people didn't want to let...

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Once there was a time,
mill chimneys ruled our skies,
above the shadowed streets,
where people lived their lives.

Once there were the stories,
that grandma used to share,
of troubled...

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It's about time I tell you my story-
so jot down notes, and take inventory.
I've been there, done it too-
I've left my past behind me, and...

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