Spring Nostalgia Poems

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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Splices and splashes in the spring of daylight,
sprinkle of treacle tranquillises mind sweet.
Don’t get me wrong even the greenery  is key,
gentle is sound stream...

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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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The autumn that had remained monotonous-
  For many decades,
  Now tears and takes pieces of hearts,
  Along with its old leaves, flowers,
...

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Some Mimosa trees are still bare,
such a deep sadness they declare;
lethargy is another form of bitter sobriety...
when sorrow looms amid spectacular beauty!

Luke after school assumes...

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Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon,
the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers
absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings;
his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon!

Daises,...

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School was a mile and a half
walk from home,
across roadways, busy streets
and railway lines and through
parklands patrolled
by swooping magpies in spring.
We thought nothing of it
when...

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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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When the morning jerks the strings
Of marionette puppets from their dreams
Into motion they will spring 
Set forth upon that same routine
Carried out upon the wings...

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An old kitchen dresser
stood against a wall
in the shed. Its drawers were full
of things that kept a small boy
occupied for hours. 
Retired kitchen gadgets,
tools, balls...

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A cup of coffee in the morning,
While the cat jumped over the fence.
The sun rising over the horizon,
Begining life’s quest with a six pence.

The smell...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? " 
Quote by _Constance La France  


My ancestral house I abandoned...

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vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views

shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen

juggling...

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Dancing

We were married in the Spring. 
Everyone came... 
It was a beautiful day, 
that I will re-live in my heart, 
again and again, forever and...

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