Tag: memories
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June 17, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
My dad was a farmer, as were his dad and grandpa before him. My mom's dad and grandpa were farmers too. This is from my memories of all of them.
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . .
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February 01, 2009 11:38 AM EST --
most people fail to grow up
yeah, there's some areas you've missed
your faults not due to no one
you chose pain instead of true bliss
your inability to commit
not . . .
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December 04, 2008 01:29 PM EST --
I love Christmas, what it means, and the good it seems to bring out in people. On the flip side of that, though, I also hate the season for the commercialism and the pressure that the commercialism . . .
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October 03, 2008 11:54 PM EDT --
Summer's last tomato has been picked,
and the leaves are yellowed on the vine;
I draw my sweater tightly around,
breathing deeply the crisp fall air,
remembering days long ago
when . . .
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June 29, 2008 08:09 PM EDT --
I was thinking of an old Red Skelton routine--the one of an old man at a parade caught up in emotion when the American Flad was carried by--and came up with this. So, with Independence Day coming . . .
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May 02, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
I waited for you with bated breath
In hopes that once again,
We could share that oneness
we knew when we were friends.
But has time and distance erased
The closeness we once knew?
Because . . .
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January 15, 2009 01:25 AM EST --
I miss the way things used to be
When our world was simply you and me.
And I could show the love I now must hide
the days when my tears were still uncried
I miss the days when we were young and . . .
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April 05, 2009 07:54 PM EDT --
I tried to write this poem
This statement
But I am anti- this poem
Because written establishes visual truth
In the absence of your visible truth
You existed
And so did I . . .
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July 11, 2009 09:11 PM EDT --
Dad said it was old spyglass from the war
(the same war where his feet were frozen
sitting in a foxhole).
Sis and me took the spyglass,
becoming invisible voyeurs
in our neighborhood.
. . .
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July 06, 2008 02:49 PM EDT --
Haven't slept in several nights.
Just been sitting here in my blue bedroom,
Slurping cups of cold coffee,
Chain-smoking stale cigarettes.
And thinking about Sonya.
She came to me again that . . .
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May 18, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
If I'd died while you still loved me, Then I would never know the pain of watching you walk away and being all alone again. If I'd died in the beginning, before I memorized your face, then I wouldn't . . .
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January 27, 2009 03:43 PM EST --
Somehow I wanted more from you than you were prepared to give, So we went our separate ways, found different lives to live.
But the bond will always be there, Our friendship remains intact. Though our . . .
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February 09, 2009 01:49 PM EST --
You say I'm your fondest memory, And while I know that this is true, I don't want to be just a distant thought, I'd rather be there anew.
Old memories grow dim and fade with time, But my attachment . . .
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January 15, 2009 12:49 AM EST --
I miss the way things used to be.
You were always the one who knew
the mish mash buried inside of me
just by the look on my face.
There was always comfort, even safety
In the knowledge that I was . . .
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March 09, 2009 03:20 PM EDT --
I miss the time we spent together. Up late, we could talk all night. You were my chosen sister, My angel in perpetual flight.
We were Forever best friends, And if ever I fell to the ground, You . . .
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February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
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February 06, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Whispers’ Tajmahal
A whisper lights thousand lamps
and he sees the ancient art
in those lights- it is her face.
Like a feudal king he thinks
to build a Tajmahal for . . .
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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December 14, 2008 10:17 PM EST --
Fa ctory girl
A flower on the water. Floats.
She wilts to pick up what can be
the description of her eyes in
the half stirring hours of dawn.
The flower she gathers, . . .
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