Last Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

I like roots... I mean to travel must be nice,
It brings to life a spice,
But roots say Here I stand, This is where I belong
And I am gonna be strong.
I like roots they keep you safe
the deeper they go the taller you'll grow
The more I can see
As my roots go deeply.
For while it anchors me firmly to the ground
I can spread out and look around
I like roots.

In the 1900's to 1950's, it was amazing what you could
buy for a penny (1d), a bag of sweets was a popular buy
chewing gum, a trip on a bus, a newspaper, postage stamp,
lemonade and many other things, children would get a penny
for pocket money and the clever child would save it up until
there was enough to buy something of greater value, as most
children the money would burn a hole in their pockets, so then
they would ask their parents for more money, they would
say not till the following week, that is what it was like
back then, children respected their parents and were very
greatful for what they had done in raising them well.

Strange?
Very strange?
Shall we?
Should we?

Of 8 of us,
it seemed a must

who turns the knob?
who cares
we all just mobbed

around the golden handle
he opened it

A room with chests!
we
the unwelcome guests

who was he?
yet did we care
being 18yrs
or tear

Lifting the lid
we all just stood in
gasp

as there below us
were beautiful
cultured masks

We Rode in town
with masks upon our face
with happy glee hidden at time
cool and ready for a race

its 70s
springing fright upon
them

hooting through the town
a hilarous
new culture

appearing to descend

He was our friend.....


A great movie guy...
Sweet Tune within a Mune.

xxxx

Twinkling lights sending morse code
Filtering messages words changing to ear
Lake of fire turned to ice
The meaning is so unclear
Words of love like my christmas tree
Morning comes just another day
Words weighing heavy no ones won
Here to stay like memories want go away
Clean the house sweep the floor
Throw out the garbage not wanted here no more
Oh my little christmas tree twinkling lights for me to see
Balls hanging off of artificial boughs
Next year I will have a real one don't you know

Twould it be so easy to not look back
Fly forward stretching for the finish line
Leaving behind the baggage of the past
Could I just let go if I were inclined

Embracing one another holding close
Soon warmth turns to fire spreading throughout limbs
Flame covering burning to nothingness
All is silent as the bright light goes dim

Door knob in one hand baggage in other
I know I would be nothing without you
Hugging close as if we are but the one
If I go then you must come with me to

Baggage that I carry has carried me
In essence it is the person you see.

A decade of love... much hope and adventure
A decade of "why's"... great sorrow... much fears
The Rock in the Forrest...this time no Inscription
Where once it promoted more than a few tears

I prayed for a sign in this Holy of Holy's
Not long... it was clear there was something amiss
To-day no birds chorus to complete the illusion
Bade Adieu to the Rock with finality... kiss!

"Its not over 'til its over...and not 'til the Fat Lady sings"

The curtain comes down She has sung with deep feeling...

"A Robin can't fly on one wing"

A thousand steps
walking a crooked fence
Memories sauntered slowly,and then they sped,
As thoughts of you,
Circled round and round in my head..
The essence of you..
So near yet so far..
And always with you,
It was about that old car..

My thoughts returned to 1979,
An old 69 dodge dart..
Was it black?
or was it blue?
But in your eyes..
Always shinging and new.

You washed it, you polished it,
So proudly you did display,
To anyone who stopped to comment,
To anyone who stopped to say..

How beautiful is your baby,
And man she's a star..
Oh how I wished back then,
I was as beautiful to you,
as your car.

do you ever hear your name being called

turn to find the source is no where at all

just another case of the unexplained

just another makings of some cantrip

do you ever find you're shaking inside

your hands seem to work without rhyme or guide

a bundle of nerves with no where to go

good or bad destination is not known

do you ever feel that one is close by

yet you don't know them and you wonder why

to know the end before the book is read

yet you keep reading turning page by page

have you ever rode the tides of the wind

not caring where it blows trusting the end

Back in the 19th century, the darkness was brought to life
by the gaslight, these lights were a softer option to the
brightly lit arc lamps which made the streets look like
daylight, if you looked at them too long it could make you
blind because of it's extreme brightness, they were later

removed in favour of the gaslight which became a romantic
light for lovers who would often meet at night under these
lights, they also looked spooky in the foggy streets of
London, were in the night, crimes were committed by the
likes of Jack the Ripper, and other criminals , and you

could hear the police whistle being blown while chasing
a criminal, in the distance you could hear the musical sound
of the barrel organ at a nearby pub. The gaslight was a part
of London's night life and a big part of British history. Once
the electric light was discovered the gaslight vanished forever.

I watch the seconds on the clock
Ticking slowly by
One minute gone the minutes go by
Now the hours

Slowly add ed to my clock
Tick tock
Time goes by
Slowly hours added
The hours counted and have gone
As I sit and stir
As I watch the time that as gone never to be retuned
Time move on

Seconds to mins ,mins to hour s 24 hours now gone
Hours into days ,days into weeks ,weeks become months months becume years
Where has my life gone