| Infinite Memories
Posted: 11/30/2007 9:07:56 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ole Grandmother Clock~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A lovely peice of memory;
within my basement sits.
Dismantled chimes and pieces;
she sits without regret.
The beauty of her body...still smooth;
her gold face shines.
Upon the face...words still read;
"Tempus Fugit" such is life.
I shudder each time I pass the room;
she sits so cold and still.
Imagining each time I pass;
her beauty just to hear!
The chiming of the lovely pendulum;
that awaits inside;
within each thirty minutes;
her story tells of life.
I remember as a child...lying in bed awake;
hearing the distant melody;
her heart.....played at midnight!
A beautiful little lullaby...followed by twelve...
loud...strong sounds.
I remember nothing after this....
I often drifted off...in peace.
My heart is heavy for this;
my wish is to have her upstairs;
Counting my time down in increments;
as they pass....I may be more aware!
My wish for this Christmas......
though it may have to come from me;
To have her put back together again.
Have her chime and play so beautifully!
This lovely Grandmother Clock....
was a Gift from my Father to my Mother;
Anniversary gift , I think.
I am hoping to hear her this New Years!
When that ole clock strikes ...Midnight.
My heart will smile....eyes shall cry;
I will know....of the beauty of time! | |
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Posted: 11/30/2007 2:00:56 PM | Holidays....are sometimes sad;
leaving memories....
we feel so bad.
Another one shall overcome;
Holiday...of hope and Love!
Let us all ...enjoy this one;
understand.....the pain ....
of this one.
Another life and love shall show;
at the Table of love...
next year....our own! | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 2:10:40 AM | Give me humour on warp speed
Not spam regarding slaughtered whales
I told off a cybermate, get your priorities right
Misery is a child starving, sorry for the animals
It’s my priority; trying to convince me otherwise
You’re wasting your time and mine
Now he’s blasted me out of sight
I’ll never get a Nobel Peace Prize
I belong in the Guinness World Book of Records in
*sighs* for another “friend” departs from my life
…thanks sis for I got the last word with humour…
gave him the “You’ve been elfed” email | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 2:38:38 PM | Could it be
Memories ruminated infinitely
Bouncing like pong
Overwhelm neurons and synapses
And put us into alzheimeric stupors
Maybe what is seen as mind lost
Is truly memory captured and found
Forever remembered and bounced around
I think I'll prefer this interpretation
And envy... not pity those soft meek souls
Whose infinite memories perhaps are only preferred
To the drone of the world that is constantly heard | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 6:49:12 PM |  Bigksbear......
I think I'll prefer this interpretation
And envy... not pity those soft meek souls
Whose infinite memories perhaps are only preferred
To the drone of the world that is constantly heard
I think I love your interpretation of this affliction; I tend to agree..to a great degree!
Somehow ...they often seem so at peace ; waiting; knowing ; more than we!
Sitting still ....a smile ...a tear;
We know not really what they feel!
Tremendous memories of old;
holding still for them..to hold!
Whom to say...they cannot see;
the trees and streams of yesterday?
The children playing in the yard?
Flowers they tended.....so very hard?
Moments when their hearts were warm?
Hearts that kept them coming home?
Memories are very vivid....within.
Whom to say....just where they've been? | |
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Posted: 12/7/2007 9:19:19 AM | A Soldier's Christmas
by Marine Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt
T'was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
His face so gentle, his room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of soldiers like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head.
And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black,
With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
"Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
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Posted: 12/8/2007 10:13:30 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LAST TIME~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I still remember that year you came back
Was much a surprise, yet it was meant to be
We enjoyed the Holidays , with such joy and peace
It was something of a godsend for my son , you and me!
We did all the things that we somehow had missed;
Played in the snow....made snowmen...kissed!
Our Son smiled so sweetly....his heart swelled above;
To see us together with so much heartfelt lost love!
We did all the things we had not done before;
we sang and we danced.....played music and more.
We cooked up some dinners for the Boy and his friends;
we enjoyed every minute....cooking together mends.
Holiday Dinners of the finest things we created;
My God you'd have thought we had never even dated!
Christmas morning was lovely....we both acted like kids!
The Gifts beneath the tree......all the love we had ...lived!
Pictures and memories now....so long ago;
When I see them now......makes my heart glow.
If not for this Last Time.....think of all we would have missed!
This Christmas my Darling.......I send only my kiss;
you may not see me....you may not know when,
Yet this kiss it will hit you ....when you least expect;
It will linger in your nose...the smell of my hair;
You will feel something touch you...on your lips;
though not there.
It will last in your memory long after the day;
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Posted: 12/8/2007 1:02:59 PM | Jules I loved your Grandmother Clock poem above. It is a shame to see something so beautiful wasted. As with any instrument be it time or music it should be made whole again to fill our lives with more meaning.
It was your 50th Birthday and I wanted to give a gift
that was special and could mark the occassion
with the deep resonating tone of continuity
I looked every where for just such a prize
Out in the country an old clockmaker lived
I found him by mistake or maybe it wasn't
his house is filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes
and it was his passion to bring them back to life
I wandered up and down the basement halls
dusty shelves of old relics waiting to find a home
and someone to love and appreciate their beauty
Then I spotted Gilbert who was born in the twenties
a lovely mantel clock with a smooth wooden surface
a clear round face that smiled
at the memories of a gentler time
All the way home Gilbert rattled beside me
over the bumps in the road
I could hear the clarity of sound reverberate
and I smiled inside
I had found a home
for him
and the chance
to make him whole again. | |
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Posted: 12/8/2007 3:04:24 PM | We recall at a moment's notice
The things we hold most dear
Taking joy in the minute details
Known to only those who were there
Sometimes they play like a movie
Letting us pause, slow-mo, and rewind
Others are more elusive
Popping up at unpredictable times
They can motivate us,
Infuriate us,
Fill us with immense love
There are days they bog us down
Not letting us get up
Until we decide we've had enough
Where would we be without them though
Having nothing to compare with the present
We would trod along blindly forever
Just prisoners of the moment
A cold, hard world it would be
Without the warmth of memories
Without the warmth of memories
A cold, hard world indeed | |
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Posted: 12/9/2007 6:34:45 AM | Warcrimes, what a lovely peice you left here! Thank you! Autumn thank you for the beautiful thought!
Sensations arise within each of us;
arising then passing away.
Moment to moment awareness;
sensation of the breath coming, going;
without pushing or grasping;
just clear, precise, gentle observations.
Just as thoughts arise in the mind;
come and go like bubbles.
Each mind moment allowed to arise;
and pass away of its own momentum.
Just gently returning awareness to the sensations;
always present like the coming and going of the breath.
Gently returning are my sweet, sweet memories.
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Posted: 12/9/2007 8:24:25 AM | One of my fondest memories i tried to capture.
Summer Fairies
With horse chestnut leaf wings
and the softest light steps,
By old willows still pond
came the granting of dreams.
To a secret walled garden
they danced with raised knees,
Fair sylvan fairies
following soft summer seeds.
'To Pooh-stick Bridge'
my young daughter then cried,
With a twirl of her hem
and wave of her wand.
Down the woods sun dappled path
alongside the chuckling stream--
Guided by the small hand
of the fairest fairy queen.
Being old I was the one
to break the enchantment that day,
Their wands went in the rubbish
and cried for wings dried away.
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Posted: 12/9/2007 10:13:32 PM |  Keith , nothing more lovely than our childs memories! Be them little or big...they are the life of our being! Thanks for that lovely poem! jules
Memories of such heart and love;
this I remember of your hand...your face!
Something like an Angel...yes!
You are all I could hope to be!
Like a passing bird...a star;
lost my wings...was the end of me!
Fell down...hit the ground;
I could never be what you were to me!
I could go on...on...and on...yet;
The only one...to know;
Is me...and the You I know!
Pearly gates to heaven...know;
what the lovely woman knows;
for she shines like all of Heaven!
Love lives in her heart...
Forever!
My Mother...dear...so sweet and kind!
A Merry...Merry Christmas...love!
You left me way too ...too soon;
yet I live within your simple song.
It talks of Love...speaks of truth;
knows of fools...it knows whats real!
The eyes of life...they feel me too!
I know they always...felt you.
I only want just what you had....
the heart and soul.....
a woman....glad!
For life and love...it all is good!
Just to know...you hear me....
I can live ........this life;
as I should!
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Posted: 12/13/2007 8:57:42 PM | Blanket of white envelopes my heart
Memories of old.....present like silent darts.
Heart can never forget........
yet hurts to remember!
What is the difference ?
Pain......or silent tears and snowflakes freeze?
Melting in the sweet cold breeze.
What is it about my heart...............?
don't know when to stop........................?
when to start?
Wish I could play the acoustic guitar......
my heart .......could play sooooooo...far!
Maybe the ending ......
would be so damn sweet!
No need for another song!
It would be complete!
If I could paint the beauty of my hearts angels
magical pictures of oils....would weep!
If only I could sculpt the meaning of hearts I 've known
Others hearts could never see!
Hearts of loved ones...hearts I've known
Sacred snowflakes.......stars that fell..................................
A need no longer in my silent memory....
they would live in my silent place
Could they live in my lonely .........
Poetry? | |
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Posted: 12/22/2007 8:00:50 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~TWO DOLLAR BILLS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We never had much growing up,
but we had each other and lots of love,
we were rich in so many ways,
we were blessed by the heavens above.
Our father always worked two jobs,
to get us through school and to have that little bit more
and we know the value of our parent’s sacrifice,
I guess that’s really what these words are for.
Mother was famous for her devilled eggs and turkey soup,
never have you feasted on such fabulous fare
and although we knew times were tough,
we always had a lot of love to share.
And when we lost our father four years ago,
it was very difficult and it hit us hard,
I struggled to find a reason,
at times I felt weary and a little bit scarred.
I think mother also missed him so very much
and she too couldn’t wait to be by his side,
but now when I think of them both together once more,
I do so with an enormous sense of pride.
Because they were always there for us
and Christmas will never be the same again,
maybe not until we are all once more together,
some day in the future, sometime when.
I feel lucky to have known our parents
and to know just what a parent’s love is worth
and now there’s just the four of us,
the four of us left on this planet earth.
But the bond we have is unbreakable
and the memories we have will never die
our parents live on in each and everyone of us,
I need to explain that (or at least I’ll try).
You see, our parents gave us wings,
they taught us to soar and to leave the nest
and of all parents in this world,
we all know that we had two of the best.
And I’ll never forget our Christmas times,
especially that feeling on Christmas Eve,
Dad with his food, Mom with her vodka
and we went to sleep with a dream to believe.
And when we woke from our fitful slumbers,
there was always that expectant look on your face,
we always knew where to look for our presents,
because Santa always left them in our special place.
And when we were very young,
Santa gave us fruit and two dollar bills to spend,
and that indeed, is a special memory,
you may think that's where this story would end.
But those dollar bills are a symbol of who we are,
they represent who we are today,
because indeed, they represent our parent’s love
and now I do have just one last thing to say:
I have a two dollar bill for each of us,
four two dollar bills, each one of a kind,
because I know our love is so very precious,
so rare, so treasured and so very hard to find.
I did not write this......but found it to be a lovely memory of parents love for their children!
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Posted: 12/22/2007 9:28:05 AM | | It is no wonder you are such a well balanced and loving woman. I think a very lucky one as well, I am sure your parents watch over you and your family closely with pride and a sense of accomplishment in the fantastic job they did as parents. They are part of a pattern that you can all be proud of. | |
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Posted: 12/22/2007 7:30:40 PM | infinite...never ending, goes on forever, unbounded, everlasting
her giving
her love for me
her love for son
her love for grandsons
her love for family
her love for friends
her patience
her energy
her....
my love for her
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Posted: 12/22/2007 8:15:01 PM | Eaglewoman....thank you! hugs
B.B. , a lovely infinite you left here........she was a very wonderful Angel...I see! hugs
What if all the ifs ands and buts....are nothin'
we are all sailin' in the same dark sea
Like ships asail.....that never come home ...again?
A peice of mind must live in this song
maybe I am just too ....far gone
Sometime somethin' must come back around.....
my peice of mind...is bottled up inside
what if it lives here....always hidin'?
Throw my heart out to the sea.........
heart in a bottle.....
may it drift ever so far.........
land where ever the heart and soul find ......
a place to land
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Posted: 12/23/2007 7:17:46 AM |
Vince Gill
Go Rest High On That Mountain
I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son
This song has a very special meaning for me; especially at Christmas. If this song doesnt bring a tear to ones eye....then they can't be human!
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Posted: 12/23/2007 5:48:33 PM | J. , the very same and more of a lovely year! To you my dear friend!
A man is nothing without his actions
left to soar endlessly
without emotion!
Not to be the fake
nor bully
cynical? I think not!
He whom knows his soul
acts on it the same way!
You attract the souls of the same
aura of greatness and genious!
To them he is what they wish to portray
the same!
No acting ....just simple love in giving!
this is what you , my friend portray to me!
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| ~~~~~~~~Darkest Place~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posted: 12/28/2007 2:22:08 PM |
What in this life could make a young man
only 17 years of age
take a 22 gauge shotgun
place it to his face?
This breaks my heart to even see......
What could make a young man ...as he
think that the burdons of his young life
are enough to end it in such a dark...dark place?
To send the suffering to all whom loved him
what must have been leaking into his soul
where could this darkness have come from ...so wrong?
Why was he so empty and in such pain?
A young man who...before had made straight A's
Many underestimate the pain of adolescense
yet life is not like it was when we were younger
What was the thought running through his young mind?
What in his heart.....made suicide ...allright?
My heart is so empty to hear of such things
I am never one to say....I do not understand!
Yet this ....leaves me empty
shocked....and in pain!
For knowing that many out there ...are the same!
Had someone listened....watched signs that were there
given suggestions on why ...no more he cared!
His grades had dropped sadly from A's to F's ...D's
his social life disappeared......
the young man on his knees........
attempts of too many to show his deep sorrow!
Yet no one did listen..........
said "there's always tomorrow"
This young man found simply only ......
one way out
His purpose was disposable ...........
to him...there was no doubt!
He did it....and the saddness of the story........
survived!
Yet he today......is still alive!
He has suffered the surgeries of many.......
lived more of pain.....
than all of us here!
He has a face............
where once....there was none!
He is beautiful ...in my eyes..........
he now sends his song!
He helps others out there....in such pain
as he!
He celebrates life...for what it is.....
even rain!
He is blind.....now
yet knows of the beauty that is!
He is now more appreciable ..........
of the Beauty......
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Posted: 1/1/2008 11:56:00 AM | Twas' the Year 2000!
You were so sick...since Sept....last year
You fought so hard to make it through
but of your fate....we all knew!
You were there for the New Year!
had a glass of champagne
We all gathered round ....
just to end all the pain!
Yet this pain was so evident.....
though not in you!
It was in all our hearts .......
that loved ...you so!
We made it through New Years.....
we made it to Febuary.......
Our hearts all did rise to the occassion
we felt it!
Never a Valentines Day.....
will I remember
like you and your Grandson...my son
kissing...hugging!
You in your bed....
where you spent all your time!
Though never ...ever...did you complain!
You made every moment with us
count like forever!
You were the strongest Angel....
Ever!
We brought you all little things
just of love!
A monkey that played....
a sweet Old song of love!
We laughed...and you smiled
Made my heart melt!
Your Grandson....still plays
in heart...that 'Old song"
I knew you were leaving......
I felt and saw it in your eyes!
Yet never ...you said a word
about leaving....us behind!
Only " I love you's "
so real....and so true!
This is my sweet...sweet Memory of You!
Mother ....you left me just 12 days
after Valentines.....
you stayed...
just long enough for us all to reside
by your side...
feel all your love....
warmth and touch!
You left me.....the day....I left
to go back to work!
This call ....I so dreaded......
as I walked in the door!
Finally ...at home again!
I couldn't take anymore!
I knew whom was calling.....
Knew it all the way home!
200 miles I drove.......
and I cried ....
everyone!
Was a blessing for you......
was such pain ...for me
I knew that you wanted it
just this way.....
2 hours before
I held your sweet hand!
Kissed your sweet face
you were now in the Promise Land!
May always you know of my heartfelt love!
May you always feel
my son and mines love!
Happy New Year....
Mother...
I love you more!
May I never forget.......
you ....
a Blessing
from
the Lord! | |
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Posted: 1/1/2008 2:12:57 PM | A Dream Not Heard by You
Holding hands and hearts
carefully caressing the mind
ocean liners
and sky birds
carefully caressing the mind.
Big hotels
and lonely bars
they are all out there
and somewhere in between
are you --
held in my heart and mind
so tightly
wanting you, loving you
going places,
sea-blue walls
and pretty pillows
scattered around
where you may rest
in that certain place
deep in my soul
and it is only for you,
always, wherever I am,
whoever I am with
only you
are carefully caressing my mind.
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Posted: 1/3/2008 9:40:23 AM | Skydancer..........Thank you....a lovely poem!
Things grow dimmer with years
yet hold the same value
inner treasures glow with a smokier hazier aura
Time keeps us busy
life moves on
No time to polish and shine up each one!
Within each soul lives many dreams
some just faded
others realized...remain
Take out your treasures...on a dark gloomy day
polish and smile.....
Our Soul wants it this way! | |
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Posted: 1/4/2008 4:26:58 PM | Wading through my past.....my present
after all these years
wonder?
What I did wrong..........
right?
Whatever they must have been.......
I'm livin' em without you
Now I am faced with decisions
whom to know me ........
like you do?
Could another..........
love me ...too?
All my insecurities.........
all my doubts....
my pain....
Would they really know me?
nor really feel ...me sane?
A question.....that we all must ask
one we often ponder.......................
Look at it .......just this way
You're just deeper water..................!!!!!!!!!!!!
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