Memory Poems
To A Sad Daughter
by Michael Ondaatje
All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
Threats of being traded
cuts and wounds
--all this pleases you.
O my god! you say at breakfast
reading the sports page over the Alpen
as another player breaks his ankle
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Her Hair
by Charles Baudelaire
O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape!
O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare!
O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shape
With memories that in these tresses sleep,
I would shake them like penions in the air!
Languorous Asia, burning Africa,
And a far world, defunct almost, absent,
Within your aromatic forest stay!
As other souls on music drift away,
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Kiss and say goodbye...
by Raina Hutchins
You're on my mind all of the time
In dreams when I’m asleep
I know I should be running, but
With you I'm in too deep
Why you came into my life
I guess I’ll never know
Why can’t I hold on to you
Instead of letting go
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"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)
by Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?
War Is Never Over
by Cecil L. Harrison
War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
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Untitled
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Wind wafting wisteria blooms, so gently;
In the purple haze of laid-back summer.
Milky moon gazes through onyx, intently
Red rose shivers, at drumroll of thunder.
Honeyed noon longs for rainbow sunset;
And sable shadows start to sneak away.
Sunrise on molten sea, liquid gold asset!
Yesterday lives in vibrant heart of today.
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Love's Storm-Lost
by Lethe .
Fraying strings tied upon the oil-lit lamp
Make me think why I made myself damp
By standing below the dark, spiral webs of tender clouds.
The alluring smell of a swaying storm hurried me into
Offering my azure bouquets of drying flowers
To the Winds of the farther East.
Bent trees smiling
To the young bird trying to fly up to its nest
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Remembrance
by Ghairo Daniels
watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking
clock glancing, mindful of time
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Labyrinth of My Brain
by Jim Kelly
What does it mean when I cannot find myself?
Not my eyeglasses. Not my way home.
When I cannot find myself,
I lose the sense of home—
my home, the place where I truly belong.
It is confusing, yet undeniable,
like being alive
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Saturday Surprise
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
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