Nostalgia Truth Poems

As I brush my teeth
My mind flies somewhere so flash
Followed by vomit rush....

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What is? 
Fortitude. 
Let that sink in for a while. 
Missed the mark. Damn names, 
who's falling behind, body or mind? 
Image, like you know...

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Black lives matter. Me too.
Not my president. Give peace a chance.
Luck runs out. I like immigrants. 
Power must be challenged by power. 

Equal and opposite...

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With each stroke of the hand across the clock face
Bids a wave to time as it passes by fast
That's why days run into nights
But the...

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Look, see my little ones,
whose innocence upon their faces,
I keep safe within the pockets of the spaces,
that lay deep within my heart. Sealed with a
special...

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An aching sun falls, hesitant
Against the hills who tremble with autumn
Leaves, both gentle and fanatical,
Dancing to the melodies of truth, erasing
All of summer’s golden muse…

Twirling...

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I’ve been away from home.
I need to end my roam.
I’ve been on many flights.
I’ve seen so many sights.
I’ve been to many lands,
And walked on different...

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1.
I need courage
To live CHRIST-ian
I tasted intimacy
In Triune Communion

2.
At my age
With second family
I cannot complain
Except for spirituality
I wanted visions
Of Jesus, Trinity

3.
Can't see Face
God's. And live?
I...

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When the breeze blows just right, the sun is bright, and a certain song plays it takes me back to the good old days. Nostalgia...

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a strange sort of flow
comes with thoughts of long ago
spews a welcome glow
nostalgia may just soothe
when mixed with lies and half-truths

Hitler and his ilk
less troublesome...

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Too Much TV
David J Walker

I imagined 
a grand theme song
And the applause  
of a capitative audience 

A clever line or two and then 
	The...

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If I could just tell of the cruel it'd hit,
instead of outbursts that fail to grip,
would heads really grasp... is it all gossip?
Forgotten history and...

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If somebody has loved
less than I have, then to him
nostalgia is regret
something that was never given up,
only left down his memory lane
with an unbearable pain
and...

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I don’t know where it goes to or piles up
but grief is a large storage corrupting moments
of soft arousal: the body fails the mind
the screaming...

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It’s good to lament. Or maybe not.
A glorious future, never brought. 
I remember her, I did adore.
We were to be, evermore.

That’s what love can do....

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