Short Album Poems
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dry tree branch sways
autumn leaf clings
the last
leaf through photo album
memories of friend persist
A jazz album whispers
false hopes arise
the bravado of lionhearts descend
only to be
swiftly rebuked
by insolence and apathy
He looked at their photos -
so many had gone;
and soon he would join them
(it wouldn't be long...)
written 16th October for Line's Bitesize contest
photos in album
camera snapped long ago
eye snaps memories
Old Family Photo Album
Family photo album
The entire family is long deceased
Album ends up in a thrift store
Full of beautiful family photos and history
Sits on shelf unsold
Gathering dust
I’ve been a pirate on black seas,
Explorer where the oceans freeze,
A monarch on an opaled throne,
An islander with rings of bone—
Inside the “British Colonies” thick section
Of my boyhood stamp collection.
Sun reflect—
soporific effect
of sultry, languorous afternoon.
A photo album, open in an attic room,
of my family and dear friends gone all too soon.
Phantasmagorically fey—
gallimaufry in stray
disarray.
Rasping like fleas
In August
the barn roof leaked
The plums hummed full of bees
the sweet nectar captivating
The children's heads nodding like flowers
and Mother couldn't care
Her form shrugging away
Presumably she would leave for home, unlit
The hour is growing... Late
Finding comfort in the . .Night
Lost in a dreamlike..... .Reverie
I turn pages over and . .Over
Crying , seeing your.... .Pictures
The sorrow and joy it... Brings
I will never forget ........ You
Knowing we can't go..... Back
I find an album with matt thick black pages
my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl
in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike
in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me
turning the pages your smiles become frauds
your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful
Listen to poem:
In the Distance
David J Walker
The plan was to
Scan each picture
from the volumes
of albums
of our
40 plus years past
The last effort cast
Into shadows
Of windows
Of beveled glass
Blurring
Images of memories
Committed to the
soft burning thoughts
of what life
wanted to be
as I see you
as you see me
In the distance
Hi everyone
I'm so excited to announce my new album called INVISIBLE
it took years to write and compile these great songs,
there are 10 in total.
Do me a favor please, go to:
johnderekhamilton.bandcamp.com
and give it a listen and please leave a comment
this is very important to me.
Thanks for all of your support.
John Derek Hamilton
September 12,2025
Memories Of Yesterday
A drawer filled with tattered
worn albums.
Each album holds sepia
toned pictures.
Photos of long dead members
of the family tree.
Most of them I never
knew.
I rarely look at them as
they are the past.
I hold on to them
because I am part of them.
I see a blank spot
reserved just for me.
I too will become one
of them some day.
Am I here, am I there ...
Am I screaming everywhere,
Can't get in, can't get out
Snared by what it's all about
Beats of blue-green 'round my head
Share the space with rockets of red,
Splashes of yellow paint pour ...
Black and white reassures me more
Louder and louder, nearly deaf
Are there any sane one's left?,
Just what is it, tell me quick
Really, is it all in the music?
Thumbing through old photo albums
faces of smiling cherubs of long ago
Glossy prints bent and scratched
faded memories of times captured in a second
Little ones grown into adults
who cannot be children again
moments that bring a tear
of a long ago Christmas or birthday
Time gone forever
clocks that cannot be turned back
Years that cannot be relived
childhood that has gone forever..
They take the powder, then leave.
Then circle back around for the wings.
They've stripped you of flight
turned you back into an insect
no hope to reach the yellowing light.
Before your last breath, they've already slanted the epitaph.
In the aftermath, there's no empathy.
No chance to speak or weave an alibi.
All good deeds downplayed or forgotten.
A nameless moth in the back of the family album.
A shelf stuffed with memories
Long forgotten and dusty
Pictures neatly tucked inside
Names no longer remembered
Faces of past generations
The young care not to know
Sheltered from the ravages of time
Unremembered protected images
Lives that no longer exist
Slipped inside a photo album
Where the old never die
And the young never grow old
Smiles frozen on unnamed people
Sitting on a shelf stuffed with memories
Form:
Noel set me off.
Memories, permutations,
Eating paper.
My mother in her apron.
Dad with the black bin bag
Ready to bin the now useless wrapping
and
I thought.
As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs.
What would set them off?
Set them off in their driverless car
Minor technological switches
Urine to wash the British navy's kecks
Half an hour rinse
After I've joined the dead
Thirty years from now.
So many faces,
in so many places.
All with a smile upon their face,
grinning from ear to ear.
Pictures of ships, cars, and planes,
people waving from the window of a train.
There's a face that looks familiar,
I wrack my brain,
but no matter how hard I try,
there is no date,
and of coarse, I can't think of a name.
A look at pictures of the past,
when the world went slower,not like now,
when everything just goes rushing past.
So many faces,
in so many places.
All with a smile upon their face,
grinning from ear to ear.
Pictures of ships, cars, and planes,
people waving from the window of a train.
There's a face that looks familiar,
I wrack my brain,
but no matter how hard I try,
there is no date,
and of coarse, I can't think of a name.
A look at pictures of the past,
when the world went slower,not like now,
when everything just goes rushing past.
these songs are about wizards (mostly)
the untroubled child sleeping peacefully
and when the new washing machine
arrives at the same time as the food delivery
you do wonder if the men at the door
exchanged pleasantries
did they make eye contact
did they ring the door separately or
one honk of it was agreed
non-verbally, or verbally
or with a wink, fist bump
or a hand sandwich
drive over a cliff listening to these songs
you won't feel a thing
This is my album for photography.
Stored inside are many a memory.
These are photograph records of my history.
This album has irreplaceability.
Here are all my experiences and capers
printed on these photographic papers.
I have prints of each relative and friend.
My life has yet to reach its end.
On these back empty pages I will store,
future pictures of which I will have more.
This album of mine will stay with me,
even during this unforeseen tragedy.