Nostalgia Poems (1,152)

Sitting here behind my window,
watching the anger of the rain
pelting down as if in pain.
The wind doing its best
to blow it over the hills
to the forest in the west.
My latter years spent pondering
sitting here watching the world go by.
Memories pouring as fast
as the rain, into my brain.
Had it all been worthwhile?
Such negative thoughts for me,
myself, always full of new adventures.
Had I enjoyed this ride?
I can only say, there is more to come.
So cannot truthfully answer.
As the rain pelts down,
cleaning my windows,
giving me a clearer view.

If I could but with a wave
Change what is not, and into what is desired,
The cloth would fall, the darkness exposed
In the face of shining light, the joy;
Of stars, moon, sun and the universe.
What would wisdom do but grow?
That clouds be spared, time more kinder
And desire in love never elusive.

When does it happen, dropping the past
A passion in youth, from early time cast
So gradually things changed, until now
Now time to consider, when taking a bow

Life a whirlwind, of pleasure and joy
Any downside, could never annoy
Focus on the positive, nothing more
Always looking for next, open door

My subject was dance, in all forms
Missing for anytime, caused a storm
Sport may lead the way, in life
Other humans seek husband or wife

Life with pleasures, making each day
Select what we enjoy, along the way
So when does a passion, start to fade
Who picks the moment, decision is made

Or does it come slowly, we move along
Different pathways, sense nothing wrong
When the time is right, we can move on
Yet our past will never, be lost and gone

Needs change, and we are refreshed
Seek new horizons, not those left
Growth continues, whatever the age
Being ourselves, use a different gauge

When a thought, springs to life
We should be able, without strife
To enjoy and expand, each day
Merge with the past. in new ways

Thank you
All the artists who created all those songs
So many it's hard to count
From Michael Jackson to Frank Sinatra
From Night Ranger to Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark
Helen Reddy Donna Summer Vanessa Williams
Will To Power Til Tuesday
Tony Toni Tone Cool and the Gang Toto
True Andrea Connection Tracy Ullman
From ABC to ZZ Top
So much to choose from
Thankful for living when all this great music was created
Sing Sing A Song
Sing Out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things not bad
Make it simple to last your whole life long

I was just a little cowgirl of maybe two or three
And tired of riding horses upon my daddy's knee;
So I was given this old stick horse and for hours I would ride,
Chasing imaginary dogies with my heeler dog a'side.

I toddled out behind my dad 'cause I thought I was a hand
Just a regular 'ol cowpuncher riding for his brand;
Dad was awful excited, he had something for me to see,
Saddled up there in the barn was this good Paint mare for me.

The saddle we had was way too big, for I was pretty small
Daddy told me not to fret, there was no problem at all;
He took two worn old stirrups and laced them to a girt;
And tied them to the saddle horn and I sat there pretty pert.

He tied the old split reins into a hard fast knot
Just so that I wouldn't lose them when we began to trot;
I began that day to tag along wherever Dad would go,
I was finally a cowgirl and my heart was all aglow.

Well I grew to fit that saddle and to rein without the knot
I even got a faster horse,'cause Paint would only trot;
We'd ride up in the mountains, rounding up the cows and sheep,
We'd ride all day from dawn to dusk, then unsaddle feed and sleep.

And now I am much older and I still run the ranch
My dad will come to help me out when he has the chance;
I gather the cows in the pickup truck, with modern pens at hand,
And sometimes my love of ranching is hard to understand.

Then I gaze at my first stirrups hanging on the wall
And they remind me of that time when I was very small;
The life of a cowgirl is what I chose to lead,
And all cowgirls in Texas are of a very special breed.

We are everywhere in the state from the Red to the Rio Grande
So please, when you see us, come over and shake our hand;
You'll find a very tender lady underneath our skins of brown,
And on our heads a well worn hat that we wear just like a crown.

We are the real heart of Texas with a will you can't deny
Our hearts and souls belong to God, until the day we die;
So when you speak of Texas do not leave this thought unsaid,
And remember all us cowgirls we're Texas born and bred.

From monuments high
On pillars of stone
She stands alone
Her gaze

Her features
Her sensual body set in stone
Frome granite stone
Her gaze fixed

She stands
For all to see
Model set in stone For she is the attraction
The model for all to see

This is the first Saturday of the year
And I have the day off
I am so glad because last year
I drove in the snow
And slid my car into a curb at work
And spent 660 dollars to get it fixed
I had to work some other year
Where we only worked two hours
And get some stupid meeting before we could get out of Dodge
Today I put my tree away and all my Christmas decorations
I also cleaned out my oven
Because I cooked a turkey way back in November
And the juices ran out onto the bottom of my oven
I should have cleaned it right away
Because I cooked a pizza the other day
And had old turkey smell in my apartment
Gross!
So tonight I will go watch some hockey fights
Maybe get lucky and get hit by a puck
It has been 24 years since the last puck hit me in my shoulder
Eat some pizza
Drink some pop
Watch my dvrs and see if the Lions won tonight

Careless Whisper by Wham
Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by Wham
I Feel For You by Chaka Khan
Every Time You Go Away by Paul Young
We Are The World by USA for Africa
Part-time Lover by Stevie Wonder
Cool It Now by New Edition
Lovergirl by Teena Marie
All I Need by Jack Wagner
Never Surrender by Corey Hart
The Boys of Summer by Don Henley
One Night In Bangkok by Murray Head
Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears
Smooth Operator by Sade
All Through The Night by Cyndi Lauper
Glory Days by Bruce Springsteen
Voices Carry by Til Tuesday
I Can't Hold Back by Survivor
Angel by Madonna
Jungle Love by The Time
Who's Zoomin Who by Aretha Franklin
Sentimental Street by Night Ranger

So I’m back home, now clock goes right,
While I was gone here reigned a hush,
And only silence screamed and cried
In soundless voice quelled by the dust.

Now it’s alive again – my hearth,
But seems as if its luster died,
Reminds old wizard thinking hard
Remembering secret lost in time.

It wants to turn the gifts of earth
And roots into the victuals good,
And give its warmth and sate with food
Me, weary tramp, now back, back home.

Missing Manitoba
Xmas Season
Craving yakisoba