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Memories

Precious memories,
Oh how sweet the sound,
They drive away the loneliness,
When know one is around.

Tho I spend many days,
Just stareing at the wall,
Yet I have my memories,
On which I can recall.

I think of times so dear to me,
And people that I knew,
Of distant countries that I've seen,
Upon oceans of deepest blue.

The days are past and gone from me,
Not to come again this way,
I'll keep them in my memory,
Until another day.

I'll keep them with me till the end,
The memories I love best,
And then I'll leave them all behind,
When my memories are put to rest.

But till the day, when it's time to go,
Of lovely memories to think no more,
My fellow writers with pen in hand,
Write on forever more.

Dedicated to those who love to write.

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Franklin Spriggs
Feb 16,2008
 
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Our Past Lives On With Us

We may not be in prison yet we are not truly free
For of our past we are prisoners that's how 'twould seem to me
Bad memories always haunt us they never go away
Until the Reaper claims us they are with us to stay.

For many childhood memories are full of mental pain
Their heavy cross of sorrows through their lives with them remain
Children of war and famines they cannot forget their past
Their living nightmares with them linger though few other things seem to last.

Children of abusive parents bad old memories in them stay young
They live remembering their traumas and die as the unsung
Their innocence stolen from them in their childhood of tears
Bad memories still with them undimmed by the passing years.

We may not be in prison though it would seem to me
That we prisoners of our memories of our past we can't be free
Until the Reaper claims us good and bad memories with us stay
Our past seems to live on with us and it never goes away.
 
Francis Duggan

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Dustproof Memories

I don't know how to begin.
The words have faded from view.
Will the words come tomorrow?
Tomorrows fade all too fast
and I'm left in the dark,
cherishing the memory.
Oh! But what a memory!
If tomorrow only continues today,
and today only continues yesterday,
then my memories need not be dusted.
I only want to keep them alive.
Yesterday may be gone,
but the memories last forever.

I don't know how to continue.
The words I can't express.
I tried, but they're all jumbled.
Tomorrow is built on yesterday's memory.
The memories are here – but tomorrow?
I hope so.
 
bob barci

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  320.     

Memories

As the summer comes ~~ Plans are made ~~ The hurtful words that were said ~~ Are forgotten ~~ The summer is an endless journey ~~ Seeing things ~~ Going places ~~ Experiencing things ~~ As I think about these things ~~ I find myself watching the sun sink deeper into the trees on the far edge of the field ~~ I see the fire in the pit ~~ Dancing around the logs ~~ I feel the warmth on my face as the memory’s start to roll in my head ~~ The memories that were made ~~ Friends that backstabbed you ~~ Friends that realized you were right ~~ Friends that will always be there ~~ I gathered my mind again and look into the pit ~~ Knowing with each stroke of this pen ~~ The memories I have of the year ~~ Make the days go by a little easier ~~ When the days are hard to get through ~~ I need the good memories I have of my friends ~~ And the little I have with my family ~~ The memories that are made stay a memory.
 
Marla Smith

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