Memories Poems
Muskoka Chairs
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
In Canada, we call them Muskoka chairs
Because they were invented there
By a guy who had a bunch of broken hockey sticks
Ans didn't want to throw them away
I used to go there every weekend in the summer
And for fifty years hated it
But now, I'll do anything to get back there
In my Muskoka chair enjoying a diet Coke
And a Beaver Tail
Life in Beauty
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
When we held each other
We had beauty
You wiped my tears with yr thumb
And smiled
Yr face was glowing
I dreamt it, even now
When I close my eyelids
The vision of our last day
Kissing at the AGO
After we spent the day looking at
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Things I Can’t Love After Loving You
by Kara Prince
Matthew McConaughey. Blue Priuses. Flip phones.
Beavers. Puppetry. Quarters. Unskippable stones.
Black leather shoes. Collard greens.
My burrito spot. Public libraries.
My beautiful memory
by Mario Odekerken
It does not fade
like others do.
It stays,
untouched by time,
quietly glowing
in the corners of my mind.
A laugh,
a glance,
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Memories
by Owen Cullimore
As I cleared out an old cupboard today
Memories appeared from every nook and cranny
My old Red Peddle Car I had when I was six
Which was given to me by my old Nannie
Was still in working order with all its parts
Memories came flooding back
Many an hour was spent playing and riding about
Together with my best young friend Jack
My old Teddy Bear Wilfred was still in good condition
Together we had spent many a happy hours of wear and tear
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Muskoka Chairs
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
In Canada, we call them Muskoka chairs
Because they were invented there
By a guy who had a bunch of broken hockey sticks
Ans didn't want to throw them away
I used to go there every weekend in the summer
And for fifty years hated it
But now, I'll do anything to get back there
In my Muskoka chair enjoying a diet Coke
And a Beaver Tail
"Wenn der Morgen ohne mich erwacht"
by Mario Odekerken
Frag die Sonne nicht,
warum sie heute
später aufgeht.
Es gibt keine Leere,
nur eine andere Art,
gegenwärtig zu sein.
Suche mich nicht in dem Zimmer,
wo die Uhr gegen die Stille tickt,
sondern im Kräuseln des Wassers,
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Het Limburgse gevoel
by Mario Odekerken
Het Limburgse gevoel
rolt zacht over heuvels die niet haasten
waar wegen buigen in plaats van snijden
en tijd zich uitstrekt in warme adem.
In dorpen waar stemmen blijven hangen
klinkt elke groet als een herinnering
aan iets dat nooit helemaal verdwijnt
alsof nabijheid hier vanzelfsprekend is.
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Things I Can’t Love After Loving You
by Kara Prince
Matthew McConaughey. Blue Priuses. Flip phones.
Beavers. Puppetry. Quarters. Unskippable stones.
Black leather shoes. Collard greens.
My burrito spot. Public libraries.
Memories
by Owen Cullimore
As I cleared out an old cupboard today
Memories appeared from every nook and cranny
My old Red Peddle Car I had when I was six
Which was given to me by my old Nannie
Was still in working order with all its parts
Memories came flooding back
Many an hour was spent playing and riding about
Together with my best young friend Jack
My old Teddy Bear Wilfred was still in good condition
Together we had spent many a happy hours of wear and tear
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Memories)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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