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Bonnie Collins Poem
Feeling a wee bit meloncoly, I must say
I alowed my mind to travel on avenues
that have been closed for repair for ages
Some have had dead end signs placed
others have had the same bumpy ride
as it did when it was first traveled
As many times as I have visited this old
very broken down street, why do I keep
comming back? Maybe as I approach
the dead end, I am looking for which
Detour sign I missed the first time
None the less, the path that takes
me there, will always remain the
one way street in my heart..........
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August moon echos of kattidids and
the aroma of the lake that summer
not any special aroma, but somehow
that will always be in my heart along
with the memory of my first kiss
Hot summer days, and sumer nights
with all he mysterious wonders that
lied ahead of my life that particular summer
has left its impact on me till this very day
Being young, and turning into a young lady
from a tom boy learning now that the opposite
sex is more than just reverse of my gender
Remembering how to dive, wear lipstick, and
falling in love all in one summer's August Moon.....
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Take me back in time
Open my timeless capsule
of your soul
Walk down my cobblestoned
path decorated with all the memories
that made our hearts warm
Once again the starlights will enhance
our Foolish Hearts
Like Cinderella all will end
at the strike
But, OH what meloodramatic souls we have........
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Opening up my treasure chest
of memories, I allowed myself
to indulge with a memory only
shared between the two of us
Looking inot the scap book with
all your clippings underlining your
name in red, the aroma of happiness
rushed in
As I looked into the middle I found the
coursage inwhich I wore to our seinor
prom, still crushed, but never touched
Finding the memories that bodned us
for the first time, the notes you wrote
and every letter written while you
were away
Searching for the birthday card inwhich
made me cry, I opened and read each
and every word again, like the first time
Kneeling looking out my window with the sun
shinnng in my hair, I looked into a mirror and
wondered whould you still see me the same way
Sitting with a small smile on my face, silly
tears fell into view, my oh my what a sentimental
fool I am today
As I reached the bottom, I had not forgotten
the part that made me remember you the most
Held on it for a moment and then let it go, but
I am happy, happy to have a treasure full of happy
memories that shall stay with me always........
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As I entered the dimly lighted room
with aromas of so many different
fragrances of the delivered arrangements
Listening to a distant sob with softly spoken
wispers everywhere
Walking past you to bid my final farwell
as I passed a table sat alone 16 baby
blue carnations in a vase with a blue satin
ribbon with a card entitled
FOREVER MY LOVE.........
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Thrashing waves pounding against the rocks, the sound
of distant seaguls screaching from afar, all seem to know
the time is near
Distantly the amber glow of a lonely lighthouse seems
to be fading further and further out of sight, shadows
now make it only visable
Fading in and out, I can still feel the numbness which
has actually become my only reprive from reality
Ever so close now, my love, time is no longer a commodity
nor is it even an equation
Smoky spaces seem to be more present than the air
inwich I breath
Even after the seagulls no longer cry, the lighthouse
loses its shadow, after the doves now replace the darkness,
will I Ever stop loving you.........
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The aroma of life has long been expired
Wispering sounds of slence can be heard everywhere
Darkness now seemd like a tunnel witout light
The vision of uncertainy has long been blinded
Doves now seem to know the long wait has ended
The wings no longer need to be repaired
For a moment's glance it seemed havoic, then tranquill
The window of pain have now surendered
As the beauty finally elapsed into its own cocoon
The rage of its turmoil has ended
In memory of my father as he entered his final journey
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Today I remembered what
I was supposed to forget
Hidden, somewhere between
yesterday and never only made
a realization of what once was,
was only a part of yesterday's
happiness
A future of tomorrow's empty dreams
Dreams that can be visualized but not
completed
Today is forever as we can't go
back, nor can we go forward
But living for today will make
tomorrow's memory
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LOOKING IN MY OLD ROOM, CLEANING OUT
THE HOUSE AFTER MY MOTHER ENTERED HER
FINAL REST, AS I LOOKED AT THE WALLS THAT
ONCE KNEW EVERY SECRET IN MY TENDER HEART
THE WINDOW THAT I WOULD LOOK OUT, AND SEE
THE STREET LIGHT BELOW DANCE MAGICLY WITH
SHADOWS OF SO MANY SUMMER EVENINGS THAT
CARRIED MY MIND TO A TRANQUIL SLUMBER
CLEANING OUT THE OLD ROOM, HAD REALLY
BROUGHT BACK ALOT OF HAPPY MEMORIES,
AND WITH A WARM SMILE I CLEANED THE CLOSET
SHELF FILLED WITH DUST AND SAW ON THE
SIDE THERE WAS A HEART ENGRAVED WITH
TWO YOUNG LOVERS NAME WITH AN ARROW MARKED
FOREVER..... I STOPPED, AND THE MUSIC SANG IN MY
HEART, AS I THEN WONDERED IN MY MIND DAYS
WHEN LIFE WAS SO SWEETER AND INNOCENT
NOW, I HAVE CLEANED AND EMPTIED THIS ROOM
FOR THE LAST BUT AS I CLOSED THE DOOR
I STOPPED AND WENT BACK TO THE CLOSET,
AND TOUCHED A VERY OLD ENGRAVED HEART.......
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An hourglass of memories lies
beneath our souls
Countless moments of joy shared
by two hearts bonded into one
My heart raced against yours, how
you would laugh and tell me yours
was faster, it was, as you were the
first to reach the finish line
Well knowing you would be making
the mistake of your life, could I dare
tell you so?
So for now, you will have to share
this hourglass with me, when you
visit, please remember not to lock
the door.....
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