Lost Nostalgia Poems

Under the tree, I sit once again
A long decade it has been
Before, a girl, lost and alone
A woman into which she has grown 

Memories flood...

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On summer nights
Nostalgia's muse revives
Scent of jasmine
Fig tree fragrance fuses
Memories meander 
Minty ice cream flavours 
Add sweetness to hungry kisses

Star gazing to cricket symphony
Roof top...

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Written: May 2nd, 2024

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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity...

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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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Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."--
Florence King

In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, 
Where whispers of the past find their place, 
There...

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I like roaming thrift stores
full of worthless things
lost treasures that I can hold
within my hands and mind
capturing a time gone
for a pretty hand painted cup
a...

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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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Written 4/15/24



A Time To Reflect

As my last sunset nears

I look back at the sunrise

And dwell on the past

I order another beer

And...

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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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"The pain is deep when the heart is spent"...Poet

Your face floats through my mind
in vaporous wistful dreams of illusion
   that drape over my...

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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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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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To be drawn into this enchanted journey
By birth and values, we place upon the earth. 
Resonating with all our youth and beauty 
The charm of...

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On those long days
when it was too hot to ride
or run, a boy would find
an island of cool beneath
a tree and sit there 
with his...

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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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