Nostalgia Sweet Poems

Rock paper scissors,
popular events have seat fillers;
seven minutes in heaven,
a bingo call of legs eleven.

Sweet and sour,
rising dough needs flour;
popcorn watching a movie,
forty years celebrated...

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Ohh dear Grandma! 
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help...

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Gold externals
of kernels sweet
corn culls butter....

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Some untold stories ,
some secrets to keep .
The old threads binding me to reality .
The old memories rush ,
those childhood days take up each corner...

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2.

Once,
we picked
blackberries
under the shade
of bay trees fragrant with the kiss of sun,
not yet knowing the things that would break us;
just sweet fruit on
pregnant vines,
childish
joy.


3.

Once,
we picked
blackberries
under...

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Of all the senses, 
they say that smell 
is most closely tied 
to memory;
like Proust with 
his madeleines;
like blackberries 
in July,
in the park where 
my...

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I hide behind false identities
So pain can't find me, 
sat on the sofa ravaged by dreams 
reading in the light of the candle of happiness.
Wrapped...

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We sat on the porch of your best friends apartment
Celebrating time with cigarettes and conversation
You sat on my lap; a siege concealed in a kiss
My...

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A slight hesitation
Overlooking what's written
Need yet unfilled
Something tastes different
Aggravation, is this all we get to be?
I am somewhere else, same destination
So bitter, not sweet
Taking words...

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I mark the time of our meeting 
by the still beat of my heart
stroked by the momentary skip 
of the rhythm of it's chambers

unnerved I...

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you must be a human with no GMO tag
you must know that skin is just a bag 
you must know that superficial beauty is a...

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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. :)...

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You know, I think Norah Jones
might sit on my shoulder sometimes.
The lady with the simplest songs, whispers genie melodies.
and she tunes decisions-   ...

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I don't mind staying up late 
If it's to stare up at those eyes
As I'm glaring at them in our pillow talk
And as your soul...

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Breezes on boardwalks
                 that carry its essence
Suntans are fragranced
...

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