January Nostalgia Poems

Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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Lorine and Jerome were sitting in a tree
Both starry-eyed and talking profusely

Jerome turned to Lorine and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Lorine turned back smiling and...

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Hot summer afternoons 
and the call 
of glistening water lapped
a child's mind with a want.
Just home from work
we would pester our father
until he relinquished
and took...

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When We Woke, Suddenly Thinking We Had Died And Went To Heaven

O' that aroma, jasmine fragrance from her hair
She virgin goddess I an uninformed young...

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*Image of The Old Shed by Pixabay.

Still Here

He was the tourist trade foremost embellisher,
           ...

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Is there an emotion stuck in your throat? 
especially when it makes you feel nostalgic,
Your ideas will rise to the surface as they float,
to act...

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an agenda calls
meet and greet
why for serious
embrace and release

a memory triggers
indulge awhile
mindfully aware
of the here and now

waving goodbye
lingering longing
fades like the sunset
a new horizon appears

14-January-2023...

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That he made me an ordinary unknown identity
Neither mystical nor unique
As one amongst the ordinary lot
Aware that most of the guests attending the posh do
Raise...

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*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.

City of Hearts and Home by the Bay

Day star's mist yields to its grip of...

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Why do I forever need
to remind myself
to look beyond the mirror?

I’ll never find the old me
behind what’s faded and wilted.
It’s gone with the passing of...

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As long as I can remember
came Christmas cards in December -
     my aunts back home to thank.
With glad tidings at yuletide...

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                      I
 Remember when...

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Behold the shout of “SEA!” where ends the land
  down Manzanilla way on windward shore -
on coconut road, on ribbons of sand
  where...

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Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
    where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
  inside the gates of...

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nightdreams adrift
the moon casting its spell
of lingering perfumes
carried off
gently by currents
of life of love
of dreams
and memories



Submitted on January 21, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1057)...

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