Dream Nostalgia Poems

Burned by dawn of brand new light
I drift back into primal night
to find upon my dreams a dance
in wait to be
restored by chance.
...

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Jetson’s TV show was out of sight
We could barely wait to see it on Saturday night
No wait, it was in the morning, well anyway
This high-tech...

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Running fancy free into a field,
Chasing butterflies my path revealed,
My arms outstretched into the sky,
I am so happy--not caring why.
Cooled by a fragrant soft Spring...

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No gondolas are gliding under bridges, 
it's a lagoon without classic songs;
pigeons are huddled and do not coo, 
they're frightened by the murky blue! ...

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I sing my thoughts a lullaby
And beg them to be still
Unruly children full of play
They go against my will

Another game of hide and seek
Each one...

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Ohio and Kent State
were far away from Australia.
But like America, the Vietnam war
hung like a noose around
the collective neck of the Nation. 
We were fired...

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silently, I walk a sun blown field
my childhood lips red with raspberries
that grow wild behind our home
my fingers stained with the sweet juice
I hear my...

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The Mother of Invention
Has given birth once more
And her new baby
Is as mad as before

Eddison or Tesla
Would spill their tea
I know because it happens to...

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Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six...

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 We are all there in memoirs that live on
An unending story that's long bygone 
We’re the result of someone's love story 
The produce of...

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Eventually,
I get everything I want,
Even if my list goes endlessly,

But now,
In this moment,
All I want
Are ur arms,
Ur hands,
Ur eyes,
To be mine to look at

I want...

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City born Northerners,
Kiss the last rays of sunlight,
With pampered lips
While those of us born and raised 
In the south, Appalachian –

We dust off the melting...

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It was just a silhouette but it reminds me why I left the spirit box closed 
I felt as though the hand I was holding
Was...

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When the rain is really pouring down,
And the sky's overcast and grey,
I love how it freshens the streets of the town,
And watching the children play.

They...

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Written: December 17, 2023
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With progression of time
rebirth of a fresh leaf
It's time to...

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