Nostalgia Self Poems

I side-stepped the chicken seller
I am an observer in these parts
many, many years ago I knew a song
and worked these very streets, alive
singing, selling, when...

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Way back when I was a cager                  ...

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Going to the Land of Long Ago

Somehow, someway
Many years hence from today
Will I feel myself unraveling,
Unraveling and traveling
To the Land of Long Ago?

What will leave...

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I ride the train of passing time
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Breezes on boardwalks
                 that carry its essence
Suntans are fragranced
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Why do I forever need
to remind myself
to look beyond the mirror?

I’ll never find the old me
behind what’s faded and wilted.
It’s gone with the passing of...

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Long human silhouettes at eventide.
Dry lips, coruscating eyes, hungry souls, a lakefront view.
Water shimmering in the diffracted coral beam; upcoming moonlight.
Pair of warm and cold...

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Oh, young and foolish was I
Impetuous as an unleased pony
In a lush green meadow
Where the fences were far away,
And I was free to explore.

Oh, young...

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And That Was When...

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nostalgia hovers
in the backroads
of my mind

memories
both harsh
and beautiful
bubble up
to the tune of
integrity

break out
unfettered
in a dance of
effervescence

in both a
soft and bold
array of colors

uniquely
crafted
as a distinct
fingerprint

a soul...

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I have many names for myself
And not just the ones you see
If you saw all of my personalities
You'd wanna turn tail and flee
Not all of...

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You drive through the woods; you start to feel lost,
your car and your mind have blown their exhaust.
With nothing but time to drown in remorse,
you...

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It never fails to amaze me,
How a baby lights up a room,
A child’s trust is divine decree,
A blushing bribe outshines a groom.

It never fails to...

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Childhood truth is tucked away good and hard
Hurting no one but me,
I dare not take her out even for a brief peek
for to look at...

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Sprinkled among my memories
A little girl, humble and shy.
Sneaking her head up for a peek
Barely heard as I travel by....

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