Nostalgia Poems (1,152)

Where did the years go?
to the things we believed in
to love, and life and family
to comfort in our skin
time did not vanish
it did not run and hide
it is not held captive
nor like the wind outside
time runs through us
entwining with each soul
etched into our memmories
making our lives whole

It was then and only then that panic seized me...alone, I could have endured it-- but the madness of my heart would doom me, that much i knew. With one fal swoop (surely the only one fate would grant me)

Now I live my life like a warrior. On the edge of eternity, back with my child, my irises, my dog, my poems, I know I am not alone.

I am moving toward the light.

Like a moth fluttering my wings, if only to die in a blaze. Writing, painting, praying, making love, dying in the interstices between the light.

As long as flesh exists, someone will rise from the warmth of the huddle and struggle to her knees to scribble pictures-words- on the side of the cave to please- or irk- the gods.......

SAS

When people are sleeping I'm awake,
Images of him my mind does create.
My thoughts are without any reason or rhyme,
There's nothing to seperate reality and time.
I've heard voices talking but just in my mind,
Answers to riddles for which I can't find.
Does it really matter or should I really care.
Am I insane or are the voices really there.


SAS

stars on a mantles leaf
rose and gold the hearts own thief
to every breath once come is gone
what it was that makes a souls belief

old Indian poets speaking words like driven sand
with face of god above you and stars so close to hand
how can harshness lead to the love of beauty
yet in the oasis of her smile we stand

arms reaching up to a Goddess with Autumn's hair
but the moon it will not rise for prayer
and sorrow touches my hands
as they move across the papers tear

dearest william,

thorns i have pushed aside
when you smiled upon me
(finally)
now tangle my limbs
in bloody spectacle
and angels watch but
know i am fallen


i have asked the meanings
deep in the winter nights
hoping metaphors and blood and snow
could defeat death
and centuries
and thought you answered with
samara and forsythia
now the myrtle rages here
(in my dragon year)
but eros is crying
in the fragile blooms

what now?

and maud, does she still shine
in the seafoam like a dark venus?
and although you married and loved another
was your heart forever dry of nectar,
that sweet flood returning never?

the thorns entangle--
i crave the pierced flesh
but i know if i don't find
the rose soon
the fay will abandon me
so i fumble for luminescence
in the dark
in the curse from birth
of belief
and in the sometimes belief
in the curse

(in this world that saves
paper hearts
and cuts out
real
ones)


~SAS

Hot, muggy, sticky night,
Ice chips scraping glass, limeade
Added lemon, splash!
Lemon lime scent.
Lips pucker,
Wraparound porch, rocking chair.
Lilting voice "Amazing Grace"
frogs hopping, rebit rebit

The heap of blankets on our bed
The crisp shirts hanging on the door
Your tools on the kitchen table
The smell of your toothpaste
Memories
Good memories
Touches of you that stay in our home
And keep me close
Whenever you are gone

On the mantle place
With pride of place
You polish and clean
You wind up

Your daily routine
You make sure
You clean it so well
Shines and polishes well

Its face so clean and body
Shines your image seen
Like a mirror
Your face can be seen

Its you rs to polish
Handed down like treasure
From generation to generation
From mother to daughter father to son

You look after it with care
You watch over
You view it daily
You look after it

For you know it yours forever and ever

It's been a long journey over yonder mountain
No going back to yesterday young
In memories I drink from a sweet fountain
But there's no going back to yesterday young

Sun never seems to age
Neither wind nor rain
But every day turns a page
And older my name

I want to take a stroll
But life wants to run
Once upon a time I was never slow
But there's no going back to yesterday young

I sit on a bridge and see a gentle stream
Reached for a star but could only share a gentle dream
And so I know now what I didn't know then
Sure as tomorrow comes there's no going back to yesterday young

well many years ago as this poem is crossed story line,
their was a boy whom played in an old mine shaft,
30 years later his children explore he same shaft as he once adored,
they look within it`s deep deep gauge and wonder should we go or stay above,
they enter it scared as shit to notice their daddys playground was shit,
but yet daddy returned to show them is life shit or do we play and follow suit,
they follow suit and enter within to see such crystals still in its depths,
it goes to show the young like old ejoy the past like present internet doth show,
my old home i once forget is now buried within my childrens heads ,
the past they say is lost again has found a way to be remembered again,
our minds can learn no mater how they forget as long as tims are memorizeed happy again.