With Nostalgia Poems - Poems about With Nostalgia

The Ferris wheel, a spoked and sputtering crown, Pinned back the velvet dark. We paid our fee In crumpled bills, bought passage to the town Where gravity forgot to work its shift for me. Neon stuttered sermons: "Try Your Luck!" "See Freaks! Win Love!" The calliope’s thick breath, A sticky-sweet confection, made us drunk On promises spun sugar-brittle, sweet as death. We traded...

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i call his name, flowing silk that slips away. a faceless voice whispers on the breeze. i embrace the sound, wave its bouquet like a wine, and touch it with my tongue. i clutch it in my hands like running sands through my fingers. and it lingers for a moment and is gone. ...

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I miss an open fire. Warmth, these days, is breathed out of the thin lips of a plastic vent commanded by a button. There is nowhere now where I can sit and stare into the depths of a dancing flame, enter that sacred space where thoughts and mystery meet and reconnects something in me to its earliest roots. I...

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For there’s much more to remember. perhaps the walk that still embers. The distinct message at the first sight. and pin bent at the other end of the road. Waited for the travellers to haunt at night. when the moon with a smiley face to bright. A stroll to remember where one walked, with hands...

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SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday morning drive~ no maps, no rush, just the open road, Dad at the wheel, our compass. The ribbon of road unwinding, ...

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Once I learned I’d have to pay for my sins Today I see there’s not a sin that’s not ‘in’ Once I was told to respect every teacher Today a...

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OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS We’ve encountered worse, and have always overcome: Likewise, with today’s:- ...

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Before technology, to find A number, you would look In a pretty big directory Of names bound in a book. There were two types - the yellow pages Listed business phones And the white-paged paperback contained Your personal unknowns. The names were alphabetical And had a home address, Plus the number for the telephone To dial (not to press!) We have a copy from...

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in the sixties they teased our hair with a comb, they put rats in it making it higher and higher it could never be high enough or fluffy enough Combing it out was a nightmare because after they ratted it they sprayed it with enough hair spray to choke six elephants the good old days!...

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the fast food ad from 1942 made me chuckle as a wife featured a thin woman who probably never ate meat in her life Surrounded by all of these burgers made the ad seem insane. I bet this teeny tiny model had never had a malt or weight gain....

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In the sixties every single Friday evening was TV fright night We preteens sat in front of the screen with friends, terrified all right What we saw was in gray scale, black and white, but truly horribly scary alien kidnappers from another dimension grabbing us and our Uncle Harry we stayed awake hours after the show went off the...

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MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ crackerbox houses a house a plumber could afford, barely. I recall the pecan tree, remembering ...

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Grandma worked for the salvation army, sorting clothes. she was part of a class called the working poor. On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown this was long before downtown went crazy. She would buy brother and I a toy-maybe a treat. Did I mention that was before downtown went crazy. Today it isn't safe for anybody, and crazy is spreading...

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the seventies is my go-to decade for it is when I was my cutest and my three daughters were born I looked terrific in my bell bottom jeans the edge of them had rickrack and lace I embroidered a happy face and flowers on her pockets my go-to vest was loaded with fringe I wore my hair long and messy; I felt...

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songer.co/song/m64h48fkez0e3jlyj38d0wpy [Intro] Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Sweet summer gypsy girl, I see you in the rain, You dance like stars in the sky, I can’t quite reach you, no matter how I try, Do you ever look up and wonder why? We’re half a world apart, yet feel so near, Like waking from a dream — and it’s suddenly clear. [Pre-Chorus] Am I chasing...

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