Nostalgia Poems
Photograph
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
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Nailed It
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!
Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury.
Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry.
The king was very pleased, since the kingdom remained happy and free;
And Andrew was often present at court, like breezes, telling flower stories.
Fast-paced friends made life fun for Andrew, and fashionable wife, Fern;
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In the Good Old Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!
From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.
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Pasadena. Vol. 2
by Steven Andreev
Sun-dried tomato sandwich went stale
On a table in an empty cafe in Duarte, where I waited for
My mother’s treatment to end in the nearby hospital,
While tomato-red sunset coloured the nearby mountains.
I impatiently checked for messages from Oxford.
As a week earlier I sent a post-card with a short cue
Which I bought in gallery, where I drank a latte,
Brewed by a brunette that reminded me of you.
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The Scissor Tale
by John Stetson
Walking down the fence line on a sultry night
A scissortail led me with it's slicing flight
Bluebonnets are fading, with her brown eye Susan winks
Past the muddy draw where the divers blink
Roses are prim, paint brushes still dry
But color is calling my wandering eye
I can just get away from the din and the crush
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Nailed It
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!
Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury.
Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry.
The king was very pleased, since the kingdom remained happy and free;
And Andrew was often present at court, like breezes, telling flower stories.
Fast-paced friends made life fun for Andrew, and fashionable wife, Fern;
......
The Scissor Tale
by John Stetson
Walking down the fence line on a sultry night
A scissortail led me with it's slicing flight
Bluebonnets are fading, with her brown eye Susan winks
Past the muddy draw where the divers blink
Roses are prim, paint brushes still dry
But color is calling my wandering eye
I can just get away from the din and the crush
......
Reflections
by K Louis
We went to El Yunque
and took photos of the
crooked forest on that
rainy day in May.
I still have the mosaic
in my head,
how well you worked with
broken pieces
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Fractured Wishes
by K Louis
On a mountain top
in Samoa
where the old cannon
sits
shooting star after
shooting star
falling into the
distant
ocean
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Ruin
by K Louis
you
and me
were in the truck
flying down an old dusty
road after some fishing
the sky was peach
and you shared
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