Mystery Nostalgia Poems

I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as...

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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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I side-stepped the chicken seller
I am an observer in these parts
many, many years ago I knew a song
and worked these very streets, alive
singing, selling, when...

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Gusts thump the windows,
Never seen, but always heard,
Hastening to meet the tallest oaks,
Urging them to sway, bending,
Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way,
Wherever...

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Next door was a paddock 
of long grass and a graveyard 
for dumped machinery.
Rusted out boilers, cogs, wheels
and huge presses were piled high
and begged for...

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Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful...

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Echoed in the embrace of autumn’s wind,
Gentling whispers, sighing 
Breathing prayers who consume guarded
Flames from yesterday’s shadows

Considered by the trembling branches,
Tugging against the gusts,
Laughing into...

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The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique 
... A rare antique

With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes 
Lining each and every...

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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and...

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From dot number one I draw a line
To dot number two with a pencil fine,
Then on to three, off to the right
Back to dot four,...

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I suppose everybody, at a certain age,
Wishes they talked to parents more,
Wished they learnt a few details of
The many generations  gone before.
Oh I traced...

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It is the happiness edged with sadness and pain,
The feeling of dancing alone in the rain.
It’s longing for something you’ll never get,
The missing of someone...

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Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
     cigarette smoke in the john

   Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
...

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And once again I whisper, "Wrong number."
Twisting the cold cord around my finger,
Sitting there, as cool as a cucumber 
Still knowing why I will always...

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