Stress Nostalgia Poems

Don’t you remember? That one time
When we were young and adventurous 
We settled on shared breath between
Pine trees and our neighbors oak
Tugging on leaves like...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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Lucky to be a Simple Man

One reads about the famous ones, them
that live a life of stress, about taking
all sorts of pick-me-up-pills
then downers, so they...

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From my mother, I've learned to savor the present,
To be relaxed and at ease,
To be kind and considerate to all those I meet,
And to keep...

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As it is feature of choleric personality,
I was often hot, dry, and fiery in totality;
Speck like small imperfection is enough to flare me up,
My temper...

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Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to...

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The many winters I had seen
When  once I was a teen
Gathered inside our small living room
Joy and simplicity our faces illume
Warm with laughter at...

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it’s simple and yet complicated
the feelings freely flow

until it’s time to put to words
and the past comes out from nowhere
 
casting its clouds over lofty...

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all small broken alone
where the shadows roam
a child hides in a dark home
tick tock murmured the clock.
while branches dance
and rattle like brittle bone.
toys scattered around...

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THE DREAMS

Surely, one day

We will have to get to our way

Forgetting the bad past

Hoping for the good future really fast.



Working day and night

Whether under a...

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Ben,our springer,brown & white
Was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
Causing us to part with fifty quid.

He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs
Forever racing up our...

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I’ve been around a lot of years.
I guess I’ve seen my better day!
I’m retired with few commitments,
a “seniors home” is where I stay!

My, true love,...

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Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!

Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at...

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Although yours truly modest,
     the only personal issue
     I will lightly boast about
constitutes lingering
self worthlessness bred
if not...

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Shame the bright way my parents bestowed Christmas magic
was not equally a part of every child’s memory package.
When grown and living close, Christmas joy remained...

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