Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Back and forth goes the clock.
Eyes searching for a face.
Memorized numbers in their place.
Round and round goes the hands.
No beginning no end.
Once was calculated by just mere sand.
Passing through an hour glass.
Times so precious not to be lost.
Passing through ones life,
like a breeze flowing through air.
Can't grasp it, hold onto it, it's not there.
By the time I say it is one thirty-five.
It is gone, on it's way towards another day.

An Oldster rocks on the shaded porch
at that home where Seniors go.
That final stop on their journey home
where their smiles no longer show.
Their worn out frames attacked by pain
everyday from dawn 'til dusk.
Staring into nothingness,
not knowing who to trust.

A visitor comes once a week,
but they can't remember who.
The world's now filled with strangers
as they smile while passing through.
Their blurry sight diminishing,
it's hard to make things out.
It's hard to keep one train of thought
or retain one thing to care about.

A stranger helps them eat their meals
and bathe and dress for bed.
Barely hearing moving lips
or what the person said.
They close their eyes to sleep once more
and say a silent prayer.
Lord Jesus come and rescue me
and take me out of here !

I REMEMBER HOW WE USED TO DANCE,
WE'D GLIDE 'CROSS THE FLOOR AS IN A TRANCE.
THE MUSIC PLAYED SOFTLY AND SO REFINED,
IT SET UP A MOOD OF FEELING SUBLIME.

'TWAS HEAVENLY AS WE MOVED TOGETHER,
SHE'S A FINE DANCER - LIGHT AS A FEATHER.
SHE KNOWS AHEAD, MY EVERY MOVE,
FORWARD OR BACKWARD, WHATEVER I CHOOSE.

THE MUSIC WAS PROGRAMMED IN WHAT WAS A SET,
TWO SONGS WERE SLOW AND THE THIRD, YOU'D GET
A VARIETY OF FAST ONES OR MAYBE A WALTZ,
WE MIGHT NOT DANCE THAT ONE,BUT JUST SIT AND TALK.

MAYBE A FAST ONE WOULD BE A 'TWO-STEP'
OR POSSIBLY A TANGO - OR A POLKA? YOU BET.
IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE THE ONE PLAYING
JUST SHUFFLE ALONG, 'TWILL BE ENTERTAINING.

I THINK I ENJOYED THE SLOW BALLADS THE MOST,
TO HOLD MY PARTNER SO TENDER AND CLOSE
AND FEEL THE WARM BODY THERE IN MY ARMS,
THE COLOGNE SHE WAS WEARING ENHANCED HER CHARMS.

"GOODNIGHT SWEETHEART" WAS THE VERY LAST SONG,
WE FELT SO ENTHRALLED AS WE DANCED ALONG,
SORRY IT'S ENDING, WE BOTH HELD ON TIGHT,
I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT WONDERFUL NIGHT.

tell me a story
........with honor and glory

might detail a beginning
........as the tale starts to spinning
introduce the main character
........and a kindly caregiver
the mild-mannered breadwinner
........maybe a wicked stepsister

going on to elaborate
........as events begin to exacerbate
a tale of deception,
........some peoples connections
old love's lost theme,
........the protagonist's dream

faced-paced with action,
........some dark opposing faction
drama continues toward climax
........antagonists plan dastardly acts
plot takes an unexpected twist
........surprising addition to the grist

it all depends on the voice
........that is used in the choice
of the direction of chase
........excited brisk pace
the car careens off the road
........in seconds likely to explode

the antagonist's sinister smile
........while abducting innocent child
she goes sadly pulling
........leaving us readers all onlooking
disbelieving we look on aghast
........'til the hero comes at last

so all can breathe deep with relief
........as antagonist flees in disbelief
and the near-sainted mother
........finally falls for none other
than the one who before she had smited
........but now she is clearly delighted

and they walk arm, in arm, in arm to

........The End

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-02

Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted road, shifting gears
Year after year it's all or nothing

But I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I've got
Ain't much left Lord there's so much that's been stolen
I guess I've lost everything I had
But I'm not dead at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken

Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel the spirit in my soul
There's something Lord, I can't control
I'm never givin' up while I'm still breathin'

Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin' through my veins
Like a river pourin' down into the ocean
I'm out here on the street
But I'm standin' on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken

check your emotions at the door, ladies and gentlemen
you are about to embark on a journey
fastly, you will be among others
from all corners of the world
words will be processed and set before you
how you interpret and deal with those words may seem to be personal
and the whole wide world is watching
so......
relax, it's not really personal
merely words on a screen
so, again, laugh, sing, do the cha cha cha....
join in and dance
roll with the waves
keep your head above water...and
you will forever ride the perfect wave...

The Tupelo Teddy Bear.

Are you Lonesome tonight without True Love?
Is your Wooden Heart heavy with care?
Then just for Ol’ Times Sake, please read my story,
of the Tupelo Teddy Bear;
Many stories are told, each in Separate Ways.
Now in My Way it’s told through his songs.
It Feels So Right that I tell it this way,
for then in My Way I can right all the wrongs.

The Cotton Candy Land of the American South,
is from where the Teddy Bear came.
Way down in Memphis Tennessee.
It’s where Heartbreak Hotel came to fame;
Good Rockin’ Tonight it was all the rage.
And the Party was starting to swing.
And miss Polk Salad Annie, she was telling the world,
“This Teddy Bear, he sure knows the way how to sing”.

Now Colonel Parker, who was a Big Boss Man,
heard the Teddy Bear sing for his Ma.
Then he took him aside, with his Young Dreams and pride,
and said ”My Boy, I want to make you a star”.
The Poor Boy said, “Shake A Hand on that
but I Beg Of You, please, Treat Me Nice.
For soon I’ll be King Of The Whole Wide World,
then Fame And Fortune will demand a price”.

And true to his Words did he Follow That Dream.
‘Cause From A Jack To A King he rose.
Along the way doing GI Blues,
as a Soldier Boy Uncle Sam chose;
But then Trouble for the first time marred his dream,
when in his own Words he said,
“I Slipped, I Stumbled, I Fell like a baby,
when I heard That’s Alright (Mama) was dead”.

But with one Burning Love gently going out,
another had Come along in his life.
And to the Young And Beautiful Priscilla Beaulieu,
he said “How Would You Like To Be my wife”?
“Love Me Tender” was her sweet reply.
“Then All That I Am I’ll give free”.
And true to her Words she bore him a child,
a Baby named Lisa Marie.

But too soon Summer Kisses turned to Winter Tears,
for their marriage So High had gone low.
And then to his surprise she said “I Don’t Wanna Be Tied,
you Stop Where You Are, I’ll go;
He cried “Without Love (There Is Nothing).
You’re A Heartbreaker who’s so unkind.
Yet though you’re leaving me Indescribably Blue,
you’re still Gentle On My Mind”.

to be continued in a bit

Is your name now just barely legible
So carefully etched on flaking grey stone
A name that became so adorable
In an old field now largely overgrown

Across the generations, across time
Standing near your grave and your resting soul
Mournful eye spies wildflowers sublime
A beautiful spring sky above a knoll

Every year since first I found your name
While out hunting turkeys in this old field
In remembrance to only you became
A name exists like no other revealed

The name of a woman called Calista
A name that still holds so much charisma

A place where I have never been,
ancient stone castles stand
and cattle roam the rolling hills
of this blessed fertile land.

She’s ever present in my dreams,
the beckoning voice I hear,
that whispers though the pounding surf
though a heartbeat in my ear.

I only know this restlessness
would ne’er again haunt me,
could I stand upon the high cliffs
which face the Celtic Sea.

I know I’d weep just once to see
the lakes of Killarney gleam;
to delight in Erin’s wonders
and her forty shades of green.

The ravages of bygone wars -
such tales have long remained.
People of spirit, pride and grace,
healed a land usurped and strained.

If dreams are all I’m meant to have
then content I’ll have to be,
knowing somewhere in the past,
Ireland was the breath of me.

Slowly burning coals make a soft yellow glow
A cabin in the woods draped in billowy snow
Smoke pouring out a chimney stained so black
Tired feet feeling sore from a long day’s track
Neither better place nor more welcome can be sung
Than a humble little home where a hat may be hung
Shutting out the stormy world once inside the door
A time to sip on tea and warm some soup I adore
And dressed in flannel long johns curling up with book
Drift in time my endless dreams ‘till sleep overtook