Short Retrievable Poems
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little boxes ticked
delete button selected
memories erased
the good and the bad
no longer retrievable
new memories made
forgive and forget
no words left to remind me
will my heart forget?
Eileen Manassian
‘Tis true, time waits for no man, but moves swiftly along
Age to eon, in big laps or small, time is never retrievable
Once gone it can never be recaptured, even in song
Moving inexorably forward into realms unbelievable.
written May 24, 2021
entered "Time" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
A sign on the gate read,
“No Democrats Allowed” –
Here no more debate, an
arrow pointing to an
elevator, “Democrats
Please Press Down” – not
one retrievable soul could
Peter find in the Democrat
Lost And Found: all votes
having been Forensically
Counted, Heaven's Golden
Rule, a thunderous voice they
heard cry out, “God Ain't No
Doting Fool!” –
Why do you listen to echoes of shells strewn above your ears?
Those voices, once soft and loving, now bark churlish commands from ai drones, whirring subconscious tropes, retrievable by unseen
Puppet Masters; confident their mass of
Luminoids will sway like clouds of wind
Swept insects, inhaling vast quantities of
Ideas and movements of humans
who
remember
where does time go
transient
a fleeting gust of air
non retrievable
a whirlwind in a mirror
fragmented shattered
unforgettable memories
unforgivable regrets
a circular menagerie
slow motion
rewind
replay
a vortex of emotions
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on December 22, 2018 for STANDARD CONTEST NO.150 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
This feeling, it's always intangible
never retrievable when you're in need
It's salt on the skin of the girl you're within
It's thoughts which preceed every deed.
It's auras of color which only some see
and some bump right into and pass
It's the sound of one's voice which cuts into your manner
and answers you before you ask.
This feeling, this sick to soul reeling
is always inevitable and swift
A moment of every word yet to be spoken
and every life left to be lived.