Short Albums Poems

Her memories lost, she can't identify her family from the family albums....

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families collect

time-stamped smiles of memories

proof of happy times

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Written 1-28-2016...

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Origami soul
Pressed in rice paper tightly
A tomb of beauty
Memory of Geisha's heart
Tsunami tears in albums...

www.scripca.com...

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lightning bugs in jar
delightful…shaken up, down
it’s another night
of memories— albums loose
family picnics; stains;  death

10/11/2021...

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In nineteen hundred and sixty-two
The Canadiana Folksingers made their debut
We appeared on TV
Albums numbered three
Had a ton of fun, what a hullabaloo!...

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Freddy Mercury's iconic pose captured forever
London lost out on negotiations
bronze statute now in Montreux Switzeland
Home of Mountain Studios
Where he recorded seven albums
including Made in Heaven...

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pivotal moments
held with corners in old books
captured forever

photo treasures
go back in the days of old
memories unfold

family albums
ousted by technology
no more photos - sad...

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Jovial playing box
Jam-packed with jazz albums
Jump  in your flats and dance 
Just  let the music play
Join in the bebop or
Jazz without a partner
Jitterbug with a friend 



3/5/2017

to late for contest...

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windsongs

whispering windsongs
 whoosh with warm whimsical waves ~
  wild waxwing waltzes

1-18-22
Contest: Nature based Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

"Windsong" is the name of one of John Denver's most popular albums...

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Antiques in the attic,
amazing oil paintings
are coated with thick dust.
Albums of photographs,
await my teary eyes. 
Auntie has passed away
and I must clear her house. 

Inspired by Pleiades A contest

10th August 2016...

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i've been working
this particular
shift for oh

count my fingers
and toes
twice

but when i flip
through old
photo

albums and i
see myself
as i was

then and there
i don't want
to go back

because back
then i didn't
know you...

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I have note in my hand you want me to 
meet with you this night at Hotel Le Six. 
I'm adrift, Mon Amour, I’ve not a sou. 
Colette needs not know that I’m in a fix.
Life of pretense leads to many problems.
I’ll have need of pawning Elvis albums....

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Today I looked through albums 
To find you among the photos
Today I looked  through the books
To find your dedications. 
Today I went through our memories 
To find you. 
I missed you today
With a red rose in hand
In the eternal resting place 
I came to meet you....

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A great man with a powerful voice – died mute-

Sold over a quarter of a million albums – died with records of debts-

Performed before millions and made them all happy- never had the chance to be happy himself-

Crown with dignity and prestige – buried with clay and dust....

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In nineteen hundred and sixty-two
Canadiana Folksingers made their debut
We appeared on TV
Albums numbered three
Had a ton of fun, what a hullabaloo!



Played 5-string banjo and sang in a successful
folk group called The Canadiana Folksingers

© Jack Ellison 2013...

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In my mind’s eye: 
I still hang up 
the rotary phone,
as I hear conversations
on the party line. 
My hands flip albums
on the turntable;
and adjust the TV
antennae. My hair
flies in the wind,
as I ride in the back
of a pick-up truck,
on an old island highway.

#HowYouCanTellMyAge...

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Keepsakes From Mom

You left me your Butterfly pins, your coin collection too,
Albums’ full of photographs, and several pairs of shoes,
Grandma’s Bible and Opera Glasses, also still have a place,
These keepsakes have memories, that can never be erased.

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/15/16...

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As I open the suitcase
The lavender scent fills me
I choose my grandmother's pearls
The well-worn family Bible
Photo albums of lost faces
My favorite book, "Charlotte's Web"
Inside, on yellowed notebook paper
The first poem I wrote
"Let's go, Mom. It's time."
"Who are you?," she says.


3/12/18...

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The pictures of yesterday
tell a truth we've forgotten,
with our every instant 
recorded and filtered, 
rehearsed and scripted. 

Our parent's snapshots,
though some black and white, 
imperfect and tattered
from so many witnesses, 
are frozen moments in time. 

We will never be as honest again....

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-Shutter Bug-

wide-eyed shutters patiently plan to kidnap
fragile bits of revelry, loved ones laughing,
captive little prisoners, ...always happy 
  
 safe in my albums





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For the Contest  'Guzzically Inspired '
Sponsored by craig cornish...

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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...

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I was writing notes to be found when you were writing albums
By whatever force there is in the universe, your pen was faster
I couldn’t let my ears decay when I needed them to hear you
That sounds so small, but it was a baby step off a tall cliff 

Sweetie, do you have a sliver of hope I could borrow?
I’ll leave it on your honey-do list to pick up my integrity...

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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.
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Duet poetry soup

In gemeen was darem een
Die binne-wens na musiekant
My woorde sal ek jou verleen
Ek ‘n alt, en jy duskant…

Sing saam my die glorie-lied
Wat lof besing aan Hom wat bied
Die wonders van ons voortbestaan
Die pyn het seker al vergaan?

Albums maak ons vol en droom
Nou sal ek hier langs jou staan
Saam te sing soos idioom
Sodat die werklikheid vergaan...

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I keep finding bits of you
buried in boxes
I rummage through in the cellar 
looking for an old cookbook
interrupted by dusty albums
full of your face
your laughter
I see bits of you in our daughter
her eyes
her gentle smile
all these years you keep showing up
revealing bits of you
in our grandchildren
in a look
a silly joke
posing in front of the camera
with mischief...

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