Memory Pride Poems

The itch to love 
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self

Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and...

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It was a long time ago,
but I still remember the day
she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she...

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   Dusty elegance
   the grandfather clock has failed
   hypnotic and slow
   Where did the time go?
 ...

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In my old room,
thinking my old thoughts
that were young once.

When I drowned in the flood
of future possibilities,
and knew I couldn't drink of them all,
but by...

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But Such Is The Savory Flavor Of Mortal Flesh And Pride.

Gray shadows blending into a much darker ominous mist
And with that omen, another bullet added...

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The cottage was no more than just a shack,  
But it certainly took memories back,
To that place, where I spent all my young days,
Living...

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Remember Them with Pride
          by Robert (Bob) Moore 2022

It’s not only for the missing,
the fallen, and...

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For the day had come
that the daughter of one,
now the cost of her love
mothers youngest born son,
would declare her unfit 
as a parent and mother
for...

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Morocco at the 2022 World Cup,:
Morocco is the first African nation to reach the semi finals of FIFA World Cup tournament after 92 years and...

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her hands trembling
she held her breath.

her eyes shut tight
giving her prayer that extra effort.
knowing it would take
nothing short of a miracle.

she read and reread every...

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I made a nurturing nest for them to grow up secure
Kept it warm in the days of frost and chill of winter
No blasting blizzard could...

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Poets, do not give up
Whatever you write
Whatever you spit out
A genius will be up
To it somewhere. Someone
Will understand the tone
Of your voice, the hieroglyph
Of your...

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Pride of Place

Sewn by Grandma, you are there
To comfort me in my despair
Or to keep me warm in favorite chair
It makes me feel like you...

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I used to tell my mother earnestly,
“come to my place to live with me”.
She always said, “I will, when I’m free”,
she went instead to new...

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Love letters from the old days 
Are still meaningful to us 
We can feel 
The writer's own style of handwriting
The hardness of the paper
The waterliness...

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