Nostalgia Poems
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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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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An Elephant never forgets
by Author Reinvented
"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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The carousel
by Joe Cyr
"Smell the salt air," my father said
but I looked for the carousel instead.
Then I saw it - with pennant top
and flashing mirrors - slow to a stop.
It wasn't a "carousel" in those days
of young and unsophisticated ways.
"Let me ride the merry-go-round," I cried.
Dad bought me a ticket then stepped aside.
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A Calf Love Crisis
by Carl Halling
I couldn’t be more sure
Of all the nostalgia I’d endure,
If I were to explore
A calf love crisis
That was so hard to cure,
How your mummy, she knew mine,
They’d been friends
For a little time,
And the time that you explained,
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Ode aan de Limburgers
by Mario Odekerken
Jullie dragen het land in zachtheid,
met een tongval die zingt,
zelfs in alledaagse woorden.
Tussen heuvels en boomgaarden
staan jullie met beide voeten
in grond die altijd vruchtbaar lijkt,
niet alleen voor wijn en graan,
maar ook voor gastvrijheid.
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Głuchołazy 02
by Mario Odekerken
I come from elsewhere,
where the land is flat
and the sky always seems close.
Here,I learned
that hills speak too-
a slower language,
one I never knew I needed.
I wasn't looking
for a place like this-
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Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
by Rikske Kessner
Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
poem 2 of a Chekhovian suite
I dance beneath boughs heavy with spring,
wine-warm laughter on my tongue.
The air tastes of childhood and lost letters—
murmurs of father, of home.
Yet every footstep echoes farewell;
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Zuid-Limburg, mijn land,mijn heuvelland
by Mario Odekerken
Waar de heuvels ademen
en de horizon nooit plat durft te zijn,
ligt mijn land
in zachte golven van gras en herinnering.
De geur van natte aarde
na een vroege lenteregen,
de stilte tussen boomgaarden
waar alleen vogels weten wat was.
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Eijsdener Klumpkes
by Mario Odekerken
In de luwte van het Zuid-Limburgse land,
waar de Maas traag langs de oevers schuift,
groeide ooit een appel
met een naam die je zomaar vergeet.
Eijsdener Klumpkes.
Klein van stuk,
onopvallend tussen grootser fruit,
maar met een karakter dat bleef hangen
in de monden van wie haar proefden.
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