Short Nostalgia Poems
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Remember watching the tide
The sandpipers around
The barnacled pillars of the wharf
Everything wet, you silky and soft
touched your name
tapped a keypad
and frog-like-lilly-leaps
found me
fly-like with
accuracy
after so strong a bound
Green mulberry vines
Ripe purple color defines
Standing in our steins
By Robb A. Kopp
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small creatures stand and knock
parents in shadows watch Jack's toothy glow
dreaming of good times past
(Snow Series)
Twirling winter seed
each flake dancing with the wind
to enhance footprints
© Harry J Horsman 2010
some look like tail
like a wail
they don't fail
to hurt
just stay alert
make sure
theyer in a pail
those
with
LONG NAILS
There`s nothing as pure
and nothing as round
nothing as bright or
white as snow nothing
as graceful to me
ivory full moon
Form:
Solitary hour
Momentarily adrift
Armchair traveler
Transitory decades pass
Silently animated.
Praises ever singing
of his upbringing
nestled
in the arms
of a family farm
vanishing charms
first true love
mist blue '66 mustang
~ backroads of my youth
AP: 1st placve 2022
Posted on February 13, 2022
Sophia Loren,
the sexy Neapolitan,
drove all men crazy except me, I believe;
then I was in my early teens: a boy so naive.
In tidy closets ~
Coats hang peacefully,
Quiet, Muffled happiness,
Beside little shoeboxes,
The cosiest of spaces.
Felito Cruz
while undoubtedly making the news
something has shed
the Donald, informed, will happily call for his head.
Each one rides a stick.
Delighted children gallop.
Go, wooden pony.
Form: The TROIKA- (Haiku with hooves)
1/7/2017
dark desolate road
an unloved abandoned house
shabby and unkempt
makes me exceedingly sad
tear wallpaper from my youth
Sprinkled among my memories
A little girl, humble and shy.
Sneaking her head up for a peek
Barely heard as I travel by.
crackling of fireplace
sharing chilled rosé
~ reunited
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on September 15, 2019
Was it always better?
Before emails, we wrote letters,
Always had stamps and envelopes,
Before computers, we did cope.
Once a week, rain or shine.
School assembly marching time,
Shoulders back, tall or proud,
Marching music, totally loud.
One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)
Peddling with great stride
Muscles relax as I glide
Leisure ten-speed ride
By Robb A. Kopp
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Rocking in his chair
Thick smoke drifts everywhere
Dark eyes behind hair
By Robb A. Kopp
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tonight is too dark for a midnight
yet silhouettes of unfinished crescent moon
reminds me of heavy bliss
Embedded in tormented mind ,
blood clogged fields,
dangling limbs - contorted.
Whistling ammunition,
gun fire resounds.
Our old well
is all petered
out, only
memories of
drawing water
many summers
ago, still
remain.
wrote 12-1-08