Nostalgia Poems (1,152)

Anticipation drives you on
Comes the moment, and it's gone
Left behind, wrapping-paper-mountain
Fridge of left-overs, no ones counting

Does it matter, how the day was spent
If true emotion, made a special event
Genuine smiles, pleasure of giving
Talk of the past, of loved ones missing

In homes world over, format the same
A time for children, not stock-piled-gains
Limited gifts, when thought does count
Each year allow, past memory mount

Character building, applied in varied ways
Until next year, when on that special day
Celebrated for gifts, not our saviours birth
Time for reflection, not gluttonous mirth

Whatever outcome, one rule wins through
A time for families, both old or brand new
Sadly there will be singles, eating alone
Those cold on our streets, without a home

At a time when giving, comes to the fore
Caring-sharing, not just presents galore
People make a moment, special gifts
Throughout coming years, give spiritual lift

Whether you donated, food, gift or your time
To share table and hearth, with mankind
Cherish family memories, important too
Remembered by elderly, their past shines through

A simple smile escapes, when sitting alone.....
You returning to memories, from past...private zone
Dragged to the present, to be enjoyed once more
Of family and friends, in a personal memory store......

Today we view the radio as a common item we listen to for news, sport, weather and of course music, we listen to on various media such as phones and other modern devices, but let's travel back in time to the 1920's were the radio or wireless as it was affectionately known was first created. Families would congregate around the wireless for entertainment. Once a popular program was scheduled, they would turn on the radio, as the valves inside would glow, crackle and slowly come to life. The program would start as the news could be heard by all present, following with a concert recital. In later years the radio became portable with the advent of batteries, making it possible to hear music on the move, radio was transmitted on the Broadcast Band later known as AM. The 1960s changed radio as it was slowly replaced by Television, it was later formatted for Top 40 music as 45rpm records were promoted and sold to the youth of the time, radio evolved into FM Stereo in the 1970's and by then radio we once loved was changed forever.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 21st October 2018

Way back in the 1900's, streets were illuminated by gaslights, many murders took place in the back streets of London; Jack the ripper was one such man who honed his skills murdering call girls at night, while in the day saving lives, all of this took place under a glowing gaslight. The gaslight was also a place were lovers had romantic entanglements while the policeman would pound the beat protecting the public from criminal activities, his only defense was his police whistle, bataan and his specially designed helmet. The gaslight will always be remembered with fond memories of a time of a distant past.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 12 October 2018

In The 19th Century there was a place called a Magic or Novelty
Shop. These shops had so many things for sale: Magic tricks, masks, indoor fireworks, itching powder, magic snow, kids tricks and crazy gimmicks to amuse just about everyone. It was very popular with kids who bought cheap jokes to play on their friends at parties, Halloween or special occasions, even at school the tricks were there, trick soap was given to a student to wash his hands, as he washed his hands and face, he realized his hands were black from the soap. There was itching powder dropped down the necks of victims as they started to scratch their bodies, trick magic wands that go out of shape if held the wrong way, playing cards Old Maid, Snap and Happy Families, as well the Beetle Games. These shops eventually disappeared by the 1970's, although other gimmicks lived on...Laughing teeth, Slinkies, the man in the outhouse in a toilet being flushed with
a sign "Goodbye Cruel World", another man in toilet house when the door opened water was squirted, the bird that drinks water swinging up and down by perpetual motion, steel balls tapping endlessly, things will never be the same, as they disappeared forever.

Author..John Ginesi
Written..8th November 2018

I can smell the wood fires burning
Lighting up the hillside with their smoke
Like so many chimneys on the ridge line
Burning bright hot with seasoned oak
Casting up spires like great castles
Cathedrals with styles most baroque
Warmth is promised in abundance
Whatever your comfort may invoke
We gather round the table for supper
And in great earnest a prayer is spoke
The candles burn throughout the night
Such peaceful purpose they evoke
A mood that burns with a soft glow
Good hearted as our mountain folk

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Sullen leaves fall steadily
Whispering good-bye
As though in a trance...
They seem to know,
The time has come to die.
Wafting drearily,
And weightlessly,
Across a crimson sky...
Even strong old Mr. Willow,
Seems to hang his head and cry.
Cotton candy clouds, seem to wave,
And then to frown...
As summer reluctantly relinqueshes
Her sunny vibrant crown.
The scent of mothballs overpowers me
As I wipe away a single tear,
My heart is heavy even as I sigh,
Till we meet again next year.

We are a continuum
mother earth
birth of the stars
shining to show the path
seemingly endless
upon immediate concept

We are a longing
time may be considered
mirrored opposites
chance and choice
change unavoidable
as doubt

We are reborn
rocks crumble into liquids
an ocean to master
through deception or respect
Neptune's Fork
shield’s its source

We are a decisive god
associative problematic
Intelligent if not of choice
driven to Columbus’ edge
death & discovery

A Continuum We Are

Can anyone say,
When the fair winds will play,
Along the hills of my blue West Virginia?

In best of times,
Coal flowed rich from the mines,
My son, you just had to have been there,

About '59,
Big machines were rolled on line,
And the young wives of miners saw worry,

Beginning of the end,
No they could not pretend,
Their dreams became a cold coal dust slurry,

With strong colliers hands,
They did build up these lands,
Till life's seasons bled thru gray December,

So when it's my time,
Lay me down deep in a coal mine,
So my West Virginia miner's soul will remember.

Where......?
Where are we going?
Where......?
Where are we now?

And when......?
Will it be over?
And will we......?
Will we make it somehow?

Denver in December,
With the snowfall lookin' pretty,
Denver in December,
What an incredible city

Such a mind-blowing town
Snow capped Rockies to the west,
It's such a God given joy,
To sample Denver's best,

And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah it's legal to fly on high in freedom,

If you've never been,
To Denver in December,
It's a dream-like high,
You will always remember,

There's a song about,
A Rocky Mountain high,
Head to Denver in December,
And you'll see just why

And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah it's legal to fly on high in freedom,

Denver in December,
16th Street Mall's scene,
People laugh a mile high
Come find exactly what that means,


Denver In December,
Where the people are cool,
So when you go there, man,
Don't you be no freakin' fool,

Denver in December,
Where the sun shines all night,
And when the moon kisses the sun,
What an out-of-sight sight,

And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah, it's legal to fly on high in freedom,

Denver in December,
I will always remember,

Denver, In December.