My childhood memories as I recollect
I asked for bicycle as Christmas present.
Dad said ‘Fine! Just to put a clause.
Not me. It will be gifted by Santa Claus.’
Rejoiced to see the bicycle on Christmas day.
Door ball rang, someone produced the bill to pay .
I rushed to Dad ‘Santa in guise has come to claim money.’
Dad told ‘He has sent me message, my honey!
I am paying just at present.
He is sure to make me repayment.’
I’ve a mind full of thoughts
plus stuff I try forget
those things I won’t recall
are hard to recollect
it’s not I can’t remember
but prefer to deflect
that part of what I am
feels wrong in retrospect
“Oh just say it already”
No! I’m here to reflect
“Say it! go on admit it
this is plain old regret”
But I’m the damage done
that I cannot correct
And you, this other voice
are that part I can’t accept
By
David Kavanagh
Societies Haves, Have Nots
We all have something we hold close.
A memory, a fear, a dream we don't say
Tumultuous. A clearly audible and we all
have not adequate time to fix everything we
Wish we could. We have enjoyable days that
Lift us up. We have not the affirmation they'll
Linger.
But we keep shifting because pausing never
Anything preferable.
We have people who loves us, even if we
Not recollect to notice. We have not the
Faultless words to explain what hurts inside.
We have brawn we didn't know we had until
Life constrained us too far. We have not the
High living of choosing every confrontation we
Face.
We have hope, even when it's miniature.
We have not the map for what's in-store
But we walk regardless because that's what
Humans do.
I remember when the sun would set,
And before long, workers took their rest.
I recall when the heat would decline
And hush, but not by much.
I recollect those southern summer nights,
Especially in the rural where there was so
Little light and where kids thrilled themselves
With the sight of lightning bugs.
There are things I wish that I could forget.
We never forgot to stay close to home to
Avoid the southern summer fright, because
Some sad souls were not very bright.
I was trying to go to my working place.
But I have left my job, long years back.
Was I going to visit my parents?
I knew the directions so well.
I walked and walked in confusion.
Street networks looked like a maze.
I left the idea of going any where.
Better to be back to my own home.
I could not recollect my own address.
I was totally lost.
My Angel she walks many miles with me
Through stormy roads , footprints I see
I experience near death, It swarms! Hence!
Beauteous the wings beneath my soul, although feelings tense
I endeavor the road day by day, I see oblivious skies
She rides the clouds when away from my soul, she flies
I awake each day she will comfort my being
And she'll call my name someday to the calling
For now reflections set my very mood
And her wings carry me as they protrude
Through thick and thin I'll cherish the beauty of thought
And recollect the spirits charming me with her love
Remembering love can't be bought
God's love promises us the real thing to comfort time
The angels from the heavens knocking at the door- take us sometime
Lol
Wow! The id - Psychological you
With theory of observation I learn
Cognitive! Woot! Woot! Whoa what style
I recollect I see thru these very eyes and
yearn
Theory of Dreams - I visualize reality
REM - - Images in my sleepy mind
It's quite contraire - I reckon
The truth be know within to find
All in the brain - The IQ, the wit
Intuition at its best .Whoa! Enlightening
I wake up now after NREM at end
On the dark side what I see is relatively
Frightening
“To ponder is to wander-
midst memories and yonder.”
__by Poet
I oft ride down my dear memory lane-
recalling those that filled up special years,
to ponder, safeguard those which I retain-
that show my smiles still winning over tears.
I do remember childhood days with joy,
and, reminiscing on my family,
I recollect the ways they helped employ
to shape my life- then pass to me the key.
Nostalgically, I search in retrospect
and call to mind the gifts I leave behind
reflecting all the ways I could connect
accepting strength to foster peace of mind.
I ponder life as I look through this scope-
expand their gifts of love, with faith, and hope.
Whoever said life’s a happy movie
must’ve seen the win after hard times.
In my movie, the main character has already lost,
the past was golden, all my good wishes already used.
Jealousy and sadness, all together, now supported only by wine.
You holding hands with someone else,
while I smile, pretending to be fine.
I could see your smile in all the photos,
my heart was strong until I saw you
proposing with a ring and daffodils.
Oh darling, I’ve done it a billion times
and have been quite successful
in getting over you in my mind.
But still couldn’t resist once I saw you again,
sweet and kind—
not to me, but a different person this time.
To manipulate, I said to my heart,
it’s all a facade.
However, that constant backlash won’t just stop,
every time you come closer so that we could talk—
cracking jokes, making me laugh
in those late-night walks.
Now I’m walking in the cold mountains
with my headphones on,
Lana’s songs all along,
while I recollect all the beautiful past
with the only person I had once dreamt to last.
Not lost, as though what shocks for
Lightning's blinding flash
In one's rightful mind
To then be found yet
As struck by, and this far gone
With reason melted!
That of heart-wick's rousing up
Gazed on, gazes back
The determining factor.
Brave to recollect!
Angel's, as etheric-charged
Girl's facial effect.
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Born in era of
rotary phones and
Western Union telegrams,
my fingers now dance
on glass—no dial tone~
a frequent user of Facetime.
I carry the memory
and weight
of paper maps,
while satellites whisper
turn left, turn back.
My hands remember card catalogs,
my breath still holds
the scent of old book glue,
but my eyes keep adjusting
to the glare of forever screens.
My fingers recollect
the shudder of a manual typewriter
as it punched its teeth
into the blank white throat of tomorrow.
I recall when cloud meant rain,
when stream was a small river with fish.
Now my hands ache from phantom keyboards,
my dreams buffer between decades.
I am a bridge, a relic, a traveler,
carrying the 20th century
like loose change in my pocket,
spending it carefully
in this bright,
impatient 21st century.
A baby acquires natural habit
to take a soft toy in bed while to sleep
accepting that as the most favourite .
Child develops an attachment, truly deep.
I can't recollect a special toy
owned by me : Nobody cared to tell,
but my daughter and granddaughter enjoyed
same practice: I'm telling ih detail.
My daughter was fond of a woolen doll
who secured permanent place beside her
in the bed as if her child after all.
When pressed button, doll to address' Mom , Dear !'
Doll could close eyes in lying position,
sleeping with my daughter till reaching Ten.
Twelve year old Granddaughter holds obsession
for a monkey-toy which till entertains.
She named it Gloria: On Face Time meet
She holds Gloria in her arms always
Addressing ‘Good Morning’ , both I’m to greet.
She starts talking kissing Gloria, each day.
Vodka smiles up
from a glass.
Paint me in a garden chair
with nothing in it,
but the swing of white trousers.
Where are my friends,
my wife,
children, grandchildren?
A fat creamy dog licks my toes.
All who ever claimed to know of me
are right here
on the rim of this glass
as the ice slowly melts –
some cling to a slice of lime
that can no longer support them.
The day lengthens,
a shadow returns,
peddling pantomimes
I watch behind heavily curtained lids,
recollect nothing, remember everything,
until a calling moon chimes out.
The dawn will arrive with a dew
as fresh as tears.
That song sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Reminisce moments of childhood
All while rhythymically dancing.
That story sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Retell how you done all you could
All while laughing while crying.
That speech sounds so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Reenact every word you should
All while proudly standing.
That story sounded so good,
Go back to the beginning,
Recollect all the ways you would
Once again relive everything.
Affirmed & Perfect
I looked at my reflect,
Green T-shirt paired with black pants,
Hopes of bright future surged ahead.
I waited long, till a van came,
Reached late when class had already commenced,
Nervous and unknown in that herd,
I thought,
Someone would know the Aditi I left.
With each passing day,
I, too, failed to recollect.
Adjusting among peers,
I left laughter, fun and ease.
All still went well,
Until I was mocked for which I was best.
Making a front bencher hide at last,
Uninterested to struggle further,
She surrendered too fast.
Leaving her nurturers disheartened,
She cried alone at dark nights on bed.
Simultaneously, a heart break came.
Cracking a whole of four chambers in million shards.
I remember I had said;
'Changes & Adjustments can't be for vain'.
I didn't knew,
How a white lie was used;
To ease our worries,
For the uncertain future ahead.
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