Last Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

The spring has gone
but I still remember it
the fist time I met you there
the first time when you kissed me
its still feel warm even now in winter time

And the next spring I'll meet you there
to paint more color in our heart
such like the color of flowers that blooming
it will grow & full of beautiful color
That's our feeling show

On the plinth the object of beauty
Cold to touch marbled in stone
Elegant captavating figure
Fine detail

Long legs
Tall and eligant
This living structure
Made with love
For the eyes the ordiance
This sculpture for all of us

The Impossible Dream!

And the Days Linger On
Into blossoming few!

Gone are the days of “The old Mill Stream”
Where did they go?

“Hurricane Sandy” knocked down “The Old Apple Tree”

And the days of necking in the back sit
of the old cars are passé!

Would like a companion that is slowing down
No longer interested in “The Fast Track”

Doesn’t gulp their coffee and say
I have to run!

No scuba diving or hit the ball fun

Just want someone that I can telephone and call!

That smiles when I say it’s me

Looking for a date today,
Are you free?

Come smile and laugh outrageously with me

A drink of coffee, wine, dinner or lunch

No bowling or golf, can you see

I am just looking for someone that would
Be happy just to be with me!

Someone that no longer wants to travel around the
world & roam, not into casinos or cruises, wants a homebody that likes a quiet home

Someone that laughs and smiles all day long

Maybe even stays the night to early dawn

Riding near the ocean’s beach
Watching waves splash upon it’s shores

Crashing waves upon the rocks
Listen to the ocean’s turbulent roars

Companion for rides, eats and drinks

Holding hands

A kiss or two with my sweet

Cuddling close together as a special lovely treat

Playing on the computer

Watching late TV

Whispering, laughing all day long

Stay the night, until early dawn

Snuggling up close, nestle with me!

Looking for someone special

A companion to live a quiet life don't you see!

The Impossible Dream

Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment
spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were
you could go to have some fun, these places were run
very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these
amusement parlours you would find an endless array of
fun things to play, like fortune teller machines, scales to
weigh yourself, crazy mirrors that made you look really
fat or very tall, hand cranked picture viewers that would
run for a minute, all for the cost of a penny (1cent), games
of skill like the flick through the loop bagatelle game, if
you got the ball in the win hole your money was actually
refunded and another free shot was given, then there was
the famous crane game which had a large claw that you
would have to manipulate into position to with prizes
below, if you were fortunate enough you could win a
little prize from it, these crane games still exist today
but the modern version hardly let's you ever win, unlike
it's earlier counterpart, winning seemed easy and it
was a favourite back then when things were made for fun.
Once all the money had gone we said goodbye till next
time, when once again we try our luck in the Penny Arcade.

I sit and wonder,
Then return to my bed
For slumber
Feeling like I had crossed that line,
No more a young girl am I...
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
The little ones, they call me auntie
And the not so little ones,
They say, hi tantie,
I think, how they so fresh,
Don't they see the swing of my hips...
The curl in my lips...
The spark in my eyes
That say I'm alive...
They think I've grown cold
Already they whisper
She's getting old...
I rise from my bed,
Voices urging me on
Inside my head...
Hurrying on out into the noontime sun
I look at the children having their fun
Hibiscus blooms in a nearby field
Butterflies dance across the way
As I play jump rope
1,2,3....
Oh, Dang!
There goes that knee!
And I think, ok that's it for today.
Very Good! Well done auntie!
They clap and laugh happily...
I smile and think let the games begin,
For I know in my heart....
It is still spring.

Old Jim tries to recall
The shops that they trawled,
And the pubs that they sampled
Both big and small
How Sue got tipsy in the Brazen Head
And carved their names on the B and Bs bed
The lave lamp she bought, in Hector Greys
The height of fashion in those days,
Now all but consigned to the scrapheap of life
Like so many things that once seemed
So shiny and bright.
And how she laughed and giggled
At the looks they were getting
From the nosy little checker
On the Double decker
As they kissed and cuddled
On their way across the Liffy
Heading for the Northside of the City
And he,checking his reflection
In those new Steve McQueen shades
Man, he thought he was perfection
In those bargain bin days...
Old Jim finds it hard to suppress a grin
As he lights another smoke, and takes it all in
How they braved the hawkers and the beggers and the cons
All ready to relieve them of their notes and coins
He nods in remembrance and has to smile
Yes, the country bumpkin could be spotted for miles
They visited the pool halls and the greasy spoons
And a penny arcade, he thinks it was called the Dunes
He even bought a cuckoo clock down in Guineys
But that bird was last seen hovering over Killiney
Funny, how all my birds eventually head for warmer climes..
Mutters Jim, with more than a hint of sarcasm
As the needle finds another groove
And the music kicks in
He pulls the pin on another tin
Fuelling his journey back in time
And as three am chimes
He raises a glass
To the past...
To those rare auld times
And that long weekend
That he thought... would never end
And to absent friends...and lovers
Now lost and gone..
Lost and gone forever.

Shades of Blue
For missing you
Shades of Blue
For Jim and Sue
And Phil to..
And Shades of Blue
For January 1972

The vinyl goes around and around
Silent now, bar that crackly sound
As Jim snores
And dreams of better times...
His cigarette totters on the ashtray
Its smoke curling, hastening...
The old polaroids decay..

Old Jims eyes take on a watery glaze
As he continues to relive those far off days
On that long weekend
Up from the sticks
All tooled up for fun and frolics.
He downs another glass
As he slowly turns that old photograph
To reveal,..a cute girl in boots and a mini
Clinging to a longhaired guy,
All bashful and skinny
With a bunch of white carnations in hand
That she bought for him..
From a city centre flower stand
Just for a bit of fun,
Just for devilment,
Just to revel in his embarrassment.
Old Jim lights a smoke and smiles
Rolling back the miles
As he recalls that dreaded bouquet
And how she made him carry it around all day
As proof of his love...she said
As if proof were needed..
Old Jim shakes his head and lets out a sigh
Had he the chance now,
He would carry it to Egypt.
As Jim pours again,he begins to hum..
That old Mary Hopkin song
Those were the days my friend..
We thought theyd never end...
As he recalls Sue scouring the
Record stores for that song,..she so adored.
And oh, how she shimmied and posed
Like a true centrefold
Still managing to look so pretty
In the rain and the cold
As their photograph was taken
By the man on the bridge
While endeavouring to dodge the rush hour carnage
Afterwards,...Sue skipped along..
Happily chewing her juicyfruit gum,
Stopping once, to give coins to a begger
Yes, life was grand, it couldn't get much better
They had the freedom of the city
There was so much to see,
And like two kids in a sweet shop,
They rubbed their hands with glee....

Old Jim,he takes the album down
Wipes the dust off with a frown
He cant believe another year
Has come and gone
He slips the vinyl from its sleeve
Being careful not to leave
A thumbprint
Where it does not belong.
He turns on his old pioneer
A relic,of those bygone years
And looks on, as the needle finds the groove
Then he pours himself a Scrumpy Jack
And reaches for his ciggy pack
As that smooth silky vinyl sound
Seeps through.
Jim picks up the record sleeve
And turns it over,to reveal
A rainy winters day in Stephens Green
And three young guys, with stars in their eyes
Rockin n Rollin under leaden skies
In that January scene
In nineteen seventy two
Now forever captured
In Shades of Blue.

Jim remembers that time so well
The sights, the sounds, and that Liffy smell
When he and Sue travelled up from the sticks
To have some fun amongst the city slicks
And he will never forget that fateful night
As they strolled hand in hand,
Under Graftons street lights
Fresh from a picture show,still full of life,
And looking for some action,
Of the musical type
That's when they caught the sound
Of an old blues beat,
Creeping out from a side street
And plucking at the heartstrings,
A lonely guitar
Calling one and all to the Zodiac bar.
In a trancelike state, they were drawn inside
Slow blues were calling,
And there was nowhere to hide
As down the narrow stairway they went
And into that dark and shadowy basement
Sue hanging on tight,for all she was worth
In her platform boots,and denim skirt.
As their eyes grew accustomed,
To the smoke and the dim
They began to move around
And he got some drinks in.
It was then that they first set eyes,
On Phil, and the boys
They were playing in a corner
And making plenty of noise
He made his way up front,with Sue on tow
And he could see that the big man
Was the star of the show
Yes,..the guitarist was inspired
And the drummer was on fire
But for charisma and charm
Phil was the one to admire
And the fans did just that
As they crowded right in
Everyone wanting a piece
Of that would be black king
And Phil just stood there,with that big grin
Yeah man,he was taking it all in
There were rockers,and bikers and posers in suits
Groupies,and snoopies and a few cowboys in boots
All lost in the moment,as Phil laid it on
Yeah,those guys they could do nothing wrong
Everyone was getting up,and going down
But then,thats the way it was.
When the Lizzy boys were in town.
Old Jim remembered Sue having a bit of a laugh
When he went to ask for an autograph,
Well Phil answered the request with a little jest
And duly signed it in his very best

Just then, from inside the cover,
An old polaroid glides
Faded in colour and bent at the sides
Old Jim retrieves it
That snapshot in time
As the music continues
To dip and to climb
On the back of that old picture
That has now started to blister

Best wishes to Jim and Sue
From Phil and the Thin Lizzy boys
January 1972.

It is indefatigable
never tiring
Creeping up like a thief
So that you never notice it

Silently
like a unknown predator
Stalking you

Suddenly you realize
that time has passed
And you
are
Suddenly
A little greyer,
A little slower,
Perhaps even a little
Wiser

And then you wonder
Where did
the time
Go?

The cold winds sweep through the gate,
tossing the autumn leaves about the garden place,
where the birds would frolic and sing.

Patches of the once green lawn, peering through here and there...
wait patiently for the warm winds to return,
and the life they will bring.

The Pine has grown little since I planted it last Fall,
casting a small shadow upon the trickling stream...
that slinks so slowly down the wall.

The light of day pauses one more moment,
before sinking into the night sky...
leaving an even balance of shadow and light,
bringing deep calm to the soul,
a pensive thought,
and sometimes a tear to the eye.

GMS