Nostalgia Tribute Poems

Here's to Johnny Such and Such
wandering up and down the streets
in his funny coat and hat
steering clear of those he meets

Compared to others whom you...

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For Aunt Sharon, my friend


I called her my aunt, but she was more
She was a friend who my heart did adore,
She was a helper in...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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Lucky to be a Simple Man

One reads about the famous ones, them
that live a life of stress, about taking
all sorts of pick-me-up-pills
then downers, so they...

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An elusive blue snaggletooth, 
I guess I’m not much of a sleuth;
Hidden vinyl Jawa style,
treasure holds a childhood smile;
Find it it’s like a fountain of...

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I pulled the cold and old electric Glarry piano
out the closet and make happy music again;
this one was the sensational joy of Claudio,
he played it...

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It’s been years now 
since I first heard the sound of you;
It’s been years now,
but seems like yesterday somehow;
Like your eyes Kurt I’m the same...

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I knew a land not far from here
where stories kissed goodnight
 - a land like Oz before the storm
when all was black and white.

Yet now...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Hello Sunshine, Good day World
May I but sip from the Chalice
Rain, a rose, Quiet repose
The Warm that is Linda Alice


written by Michael in 1975

(I found...

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She was the baby-faced doll of the thirties for sure.
Her long eyelashes and adorable legs, not incredibly pure.
Max and Grim, her illustrators had the true...

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Ole Eighty-seven, rugged and vain,
Serpentine on cold iron rails,
Story filled with strength and pain,
A legendary iron horse tale.

World-renowned freight train of yesteryear,
Lives ever in ...

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april starts   clocks forward spring
practice in full swing
nets untangled from their poles
players to contact & enroll
gang mowers greased&oiled
kit-bag dis-embroiled
grass-stained pads   whitened...

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THE SERGEANT MAJOR

I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
No collar,braces and rolled up sleeves,
Leather buckled trouser belt;
Number forty-six with Gran he dwelt.

A curled up moustache,
His manner stiff...

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Time is a concept 
But if you’re honest
It’s the most wasted 
Sometimes complicated
When all you’ve done is waited
For memories to be created...

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