Nostalgia Wedding Poems

Their wedding was toted “best of this century”
They had both been born wealthy.
Neither appreciated how rare this elegance was in 1930.
Their parents had kept it...

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it was a
glorious sunny day
a day I would never forget

I waited till the flower shop opened
I was their first customer that morning

perfumes were rich and...

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I lay my back upon the sand and gently press into the shoreline
My lids shut, shielding me from the setting sun, open other senses to...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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The Unsaved

I watch you from a distance. 
I see everything you do. 
Your life is hard, 
and the world is unkind, 
mostly, if only at...

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A Christmas Card

Letters unsent, 
to people…
that wish they had received them. 
Maybe not write away, 
or all at once, 
but eventually. 

Harsh words spoken, 
throughout...

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Chickens

Are by far my favorite bird. 

They give and take very little. 
They kill the bugs on the property, 

Not by chemical intervention, 
but by...

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Feet

Mine sweat. 
Mine are also cold. 
This is a dilemma. 

I get the chills,
so I put boots on. 
I am warm,
and comfortable. 

Then… sweat.

How does...

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Purple People Eater

My car. 
It is great. 
It takes me everywhere, 
Like a roller skate. 
I can not wait to go…
Again and again. 

We travel...

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Bright

A tiny seed and plain dirt. 
Water, sunshine, and faith.
Then… not quickly, not slowly…
but… at the right moment.
A delight to the eyes, 
and a magnificent...

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autumn skies and fallen leaves,
blue eyes that pierced me;
the one i wish to marry....

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A moment in time
once treasured forever, now
just zeroes and ones....

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Your paper-thin porcelain skin,
I know how to get right under it.
For kicks is why I do it now.
You tell me to love but I never...

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The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor...

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