Life Nostalgia Poems

Time and mind unravel 
A maze of rose tainted gravel 
Whispers life’s secrets...

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You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. - Maggie Stiefvater,...

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In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend, 
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks 
way out past the last suburban fence.
I...

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Turn up the radio and ...
It's the same ol' situation, 
The same songs, same band
That raised my generation 

That was then, this is now
Nothing's changed...

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Once grandeur,  
and perched on an expansive terrain 
The humble monumental frame 
that had bounced children's laughter
from its walls 
And had displayed historical images...

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Thinking back, in daze and all glassy-eyed 
Remembering back when, when I was young
Yesterday's afternoon, I nearly cried 
I guess my age now made me...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk...

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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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I felt alone, though there were multiple crowds around me.
I felt, I should go to a lonely place and cry aloud.
Why, though the environs are...

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Autumn gone, now winter frost,
Reflections return, times long lost.
Words, pictures plucked from air, 
Those I know are always there.

Sixty years ago and more,
When life and...

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In this life, nothing seems more beautiful
Than the visual contact.
Yet, there are times when it's not beautiful.
And it hurts, it hurts so much.
Cold, hollow gazes,
That...

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the ivy crunches ‘neath my boot
        cold sounds that crisp the winds
      ...

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from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee,

adding a...

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Gluttonous screen helpings of
‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’

Lime boombox with Madonna singing,
‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’

Bread...

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In realms of ink and paper, I once roamed,
A character lost, in stories I'd been loaned.
But as I tread the paths, both dark and grand,
I...

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