Memory Prose Poems

the sun was
leaching its yellow elongated shadows
across the shunting trains of 
Liverpool Lime Street station

the sun wavered for a short moment
being held there fast
then, as...

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To snatch away those halcyon days
Under false pretenses of defense
To shatter your own convictions
Or to be so deluded by them

Recreate the world as you always...

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When the greatest sights were those of lightning bugs on hot summer nights            ...

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those worlds are lost to me now,
once achingly close,
like yesterday's rain,
but, will I see you then,
in this egg of memory,
cracked open with a sigh,
fleeing like...

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When very young, I had a very close friend name "Yank".              ...

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Standing here in the mind of mine
passing through and over time
pulling out thoughts sublime:
sorrow, hate, pain, joy, love, sanity--
all the mould character of my humanity;

On...

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A man of much age sits on a tattered recliner in a halcyon
room that bears the wealth of well earned years, reminiscing
when there was never...

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It’s all about a hollow corpse,
Right into the dark pit, the only follow-up goes through morse
Language. Welcome to the dark age – as in holocaused...

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A train door closes packed with passengers.

Destinations being most different than others.

Typical light touches, embarrassing rubbing,
Lastly, the ever so bothersome nudging.

Unfinished conversations, from platform
Carries on...

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Over and over again
 
I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.
You whispered to me in a sweet dream.
“Over...

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Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris...

Lovely bones long since disintegrated
into dustbin of genealogical history,
if still alive would rank as oldest person
clocking another one incremental increase
asper in chronological...

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Let me tell you about my eldest brother.

I am: the "Scram!", the "Beat it!", the "What you looking at?!", and the "Turn around and watch...

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It is the simple things of life
that I remember the most.
The unique smell of Africa
pungent with spices and scents
so exotic they flood your nostrils.

It is...

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I hope he leaves you eternal, as I have too.
Perhaps long after my chest has calmed,
they will speak these words of you.
Though, words are too...

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How sad, to be lost in a world where it is ever dark.
How tragic, to not see art.
To sink, when petals float,
to think, when the...

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I hurt myself again and I'll hurt myself again.
What else can one do when nothing has been said?

There is a memory, beside many from when...

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Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the 
Vigin Mary...

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Who gives thoughts?
Who gives emotions?
Who detects stimulus?
Are they result of very own perceptions and interpretations?
Do they come from incomplete information stored in memory creations?
‘Mind’ is...

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Two dog night

A stillness had crept in under a cloak 
of finely sculptured snowflakes, descending 
quietly from an oppressively heavy sky. 
It blanketed deserted streets
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In the winter twilight
of the meandering drive,
silhouettes of dark clouds
patchwork the cerulean sky
with weird images of animate
and inanimate things:
animals, buildings, ships,
celestial mountains
rising above a terrestrial...

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