Memory Silly Poems

Death of the Pen

Colonel quill is
On life support,
Through trembled 
Voice he spoke ,
This feathered 
Friend has served
Me well, as it did
Most other folk .
So it's...

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Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand

Remember when we used to...

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We write to you, your elfin crew,
To wish you joy and cheer!
For Christmas is upon us now -
The climax of our year.

We've toiled together -...

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What lay’s buried in my memory 
Is my memory sometimes lies
Bloody Mary quite contrary 
The canary quickly dies 

Now the monkey’s in the middle 
You...

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The problem with Friday’s
Is as I do my emails
I forget how to spell Wednesday
And all my confidence fails

It’s a perplexing condition
When you can’t figure out...

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What? she cried, the Christmas tree you forgot?
Worn-out excuse--you bought a whiskey shot!
            ...

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rain fell heavily
across ancient memories
I clearly saw truth
scrubbed clean of invented dreams
my anserine guise unveiled...

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When we slough off this mortal coil,
it’s best we die on memory foam,
imprinted on the ones who toil,
the ones stuck cleaning out our home.


H/T to...

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“I went into a grocery store to buy a bag of beets.
I had to buy them there, you see, it’s the only thing he eats.”

“Who...

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Where do I begin ~ my memory fails me all the time
I just shake my head although sometimes I do scare myself
but it's truly hard...

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I once had a dog named Carter
Who was a hell of a farter
I stuck a plug up his butt
To stop the farting mutt
But Carter just...

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Years ago, but one
Nineteen hundred and thirty one
Solomon the Gun

He smoked big cigars
He drove really big fast cars
On his face a scar

He ruled the city
Drove...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If...

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I know it sounds so silly to cry over old oven mitts,
but, I still have mothers and they make me cry
because I recall all the...

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(if only they could float)

And when the day wakes up from slumber
Sleep pushed on by memory of angry waves
Crashed over surfaces overcome by age
Forced to...

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