Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

First let us take our friend the horse
a noble creature who serves us well
supplying us with a source of good compost
ferrying us here and there in fine style
pulling carts and carriages with aplume
carrying riders proudly on their backs
seldom a traffic jam and smell the pure air
enjoy the freedom to gallop with the wind

Now let us take the motor car
this guzzles fuel at an alarming rate
spewing out poisonous fumes that pollute
and if you should have a crash a tangled heap
of near useless metal is all that remains
and people torn and broken trapped inside
and the queue of traffic stretching back
maybe cars are fast but they come at a high price

In olden days the fields were much smaller
quilts against the landscape so pleasing to see
the hedgerows full of flowers giving shelter
to a host of birds, insects and small animals
the stately shires ploughing the fields
laying the lines true and straight
their leisurely pace giving dormice time
to scuttle away and find some safety

The big modern threshers and ploughs
need far bigger spaces to work so large fields
gone the pretty quilt work, gone most hedgerows
rushing over vast areas harvesting the crops
behind them lay the dead and injured bodies
of all the little creatures unable to flee the blades
now the crows move in to feast live or dead they eat
so yes more crops fast harvested but at a high price

In days gone by we dwelt in villages and small towns
where most if not all knew one another by name
you could safely leave your house unlocked
and your children played safely in the streets
neighbours helped one another in whatever way needed
and shared the little they themselves had gladly
street parties were times of great delight
but best of all you truly knew your friends

Sky scrappers looming towering up high
stinky lifts that break leaving one trapped
danger round every corner its each for themselves
rapists, burglars, murderers and plain gangsters
have a field day in the metropolis with easy pickings
here one keeps ones children safe and tucked away
concrete blocks of houses along concrete streets
everywhere you see strangers at what a high price

When one stops and really thinks about it all
are these advances really worth the price we pay
does it really matter with the vast food piles
if it takes a little longer to do the harvest
cars are all every well but where is the romance?
the quivering flesh of an excited horse galloping
does far more for me than a petrol guzzling beast
I just prefer the less complicated times of yore

In ancient times the Egyptian, Aztec and many
others cultures used large stone pyramids as
burial places for the Pharoahs and Kings. The
sandstone pyramids where used to store gold

and the riches of their culture, the pyramid
was a tomb of sorts that had unusual power,
food could be stored there for ages without
going bad as the pyramid's construction had

a source of power which people believed had
come from the gods, even to this day you hear
of 'Pyramid Power' and it's ability to preserve
food and many other unexplained things.

Upon this time I can turn a blind eye
To enjoy the gifts the storm did bring
Cast them upon the rainbow colored sky
Making sense out of the unreasoning
To soar upon the mighty winds so free
To smell the lavender of the vast fields
To choose to perch in the highest of trees
To leave behind not a trace of myself
Knowing all to soon death will result birth
A circle in time repeating its self
Déjà vu to walk the familiar turf
To hold dear once more the things I have loved
You have kept me alive for all so long
Each beginning I am growing more strong

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"Self Pity"


How much can we bare?

How much turmoil and stress
heartbreak and duress,
Can our minds and bodies tolerate
before our insides explode?

How much can we endure
before we lose our mind?

Would it not be nice if we could alleviate
all those negative thoughts of kind?

To think only good thoughts.
To banish the negative.

To be thankful for the good
and not dwell on the bad.

Woe is me~
What an awful person I must be

To wallow in this self pity
of my own making!

I’ve travelled all over England
From Land’s End to Carlisle
From Lowestoft to St Leonards and
I’ve seen the dales and the Fylde

I’ve been to the Isle of Wight,
And Whitby has its charms
I’ve lived and worked in Blackpool
I’ve visited cities and farms.

I’ve seen those lovely Welsh valleys
And climbed their mountains tall,
I’ve climbed to the top of Snowdon
Just three times in all.

I've never been to Ireland
Though its beauty I have seen
But alas it was through the pages
Of my favourite magazine.

I’ve been to bonnie Scotland
From Jedburgh to Inverness,
But the days I spent in the Highland
Were the ones that I loved best.

We Brits have four lovely countries,
And there are parts that I hold dear;
But my heart is in the Highlands
Among the majestic deer.

Where there is air
there is a radio dial
I recall as a child
out in the country
tuning in Sydney 2SM
on our big aerial
for music seldom heard
at home, oh what a
mystery from foreign shores
it came. Rock, rock
Uriah Heep
Deep Purple
taking the teenager away.

These days I seldom listen
to the radio, even though
no visual is actually enticing.
Do you still?

you will find me.
right
across
yonder
mountain
over
north
dakota.

and take me
to you heart!

In Springtime's bloom
my bones, supple Willows;
danced in simple purity...
through salt-marsh dunes
waving Goldenrod wands.

Time was a friend
stretching out forever~
to brighter tomorrows
of mystery, and
everlasting love.

I believed in miracles
wishes coming true,
but falling stars
painted my destiny.

Now, sundown's glory
fades to gloaming dusk,
while embracing;
all I am,
or ever was...

Time hushes its ticking,
and curls
at my feet,
contented.

dissonance without purpose is noise
and understanding chords harmony

the essence and attributes of God
are adjectives and adverbs pressing

my thoughts, breezing, air like
across vacuums and miles and epochs

back to when we heard the sound
of stars at night buzzing the trees

droning their shimmering lines behind
and Perseid lasted all night long

the highway got quiet after awhile
and we sat on the stair stoop

cooling our thoughts and passions
waiting for the 5am onshore breeze

In the moment without even knowing,
we were young and didn't analyze much

just felt the raw truth of it all
the sticky T-shirt and sunburned nose

sheer exhaustion from no sleep,
not willing to miss anything that

might or might not change us
into something we only dimly sensed

yet yearned for without words
something just over the horizon of day

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09

The silence is thickening in and about me.
The need to be wandering out in the land envelopes me.
Reaching the door in what can only be described as staccato steps.
I linger and look back. No reason to stay.
Close the door and inhale the air of adventure.
I head down the path I have taken before.
Each time seeing different.
A flower glistening in the morning.
A bird calling out to a friend.
The scurrying of the furry friends.
My journey begins.
As the last one ends.