Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Rain . . .

Softly falling down . . .
each drop a symphony of sound . . .
as it hits the tin roof . . .
tap . . . tap . . . tap.

It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat . . .
the kind that makes you daydream . . .
and feel sad and sigh . . .
as you think of what might of been or could be in your life.

Or maybe it is a happy song that brings back sweet memories . . .
tender thoughts and special smiles . . .
thinking of someone who makes your heart beat faster . . .
and your laughter ring with happiness and joy.

Or maybe it is a love song . . .
with sweet and soft lyrics . . .
tender and romantic and sensual . . .
that makes you think of dancing in the rain.

Only you can decide which song . . .
is the one you are hearing . . .
which music soothes your soul . . .
and which song you want to sing along with.

Sometimes, you have to choose a song . . .
and the choosing isn't easy

we all have heard that lilting tune
"the day the music died"
but we all know that's not the case
let's put all that aside
let''s go to the beginning
where the whole thing was unlatched
discover now, just what went on
the day the music hatched
it might have been the babble
of a lovely little brook
and chattering of animals
that came to take a look
in nature, there are rhythms
and a symphony of sound
and mankind cocked an ear
whenever they would come around
for the nature's sound was soothing
and the rhythms rocked their bones
like the fire that man discovered
taken back into their homes
then the replication started
and its energy was snatched
and yes, mankind hit the jackpot
on the day the music hatched




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I'm grateful for the silent time
To think and make a plan
When the morning world is mine
I do because I can.

I love the quietude of dawn
Before the sun's completely up
I rub my eyes and give a yawn
And fill once more my coffee cup.

The morning songs of birds awakening
In the misty dawn
Sets my very soul aquaking
Like windblown grass of lawn.

The springtime morns especially treat me
With the springtime birds of song
The robins come to early greet me
The blue jays also come along.

Thank God for mornings, whatever season
They're a beauty to behold
I'll not be broke for any reason
Because the mornings are my gold

I'd like to hear an old song today
Spinnin round 45
I'd like to hear it in the old way
Spinnin round 45

Let the music stir my soul
Feel good and tap my feet
Nothing like yesterday's rock n roll
When every song had that beat

The record player was a work of art
The needle, the arm,static at the start
The cover glistens over the speakers tone
Dont close the lid,play one more song

One more song to make you feel alive
spinnin round 45

i spilled a coffee on the beach
i saw a wasp land on my peach
i took a swig of irn bru
and thought of me, yes, me and you
and how we laughed when the cyclist fell
and broke his arm and leg as well
but those days are gone
and am back on
dating sites.

Woke up this morning to a strange day
The year was 2013
Now life is lived in the strange way
A way I had never seen

Once I rode with the lone ranger
And a close friend to superman
But now I feel like such a stranger
Living in a strange land

Even the weather seems out of place
The world is out of rhythm and time
Death is staring everyone in the face
People are losing heart with so much on their mind

What lies beyond the bend
Do we look for the sun to shine
Do we fear to stumble again
Or a rock and a hard place be the bind

It's as though a map has been drawn
With a water color blend
Which way is right or wrong
Just change the channel and still see the view of a strange land

I found a place where peace abides
Where love and dreams live on
Leaning against the age worn trunk
Where I can sing my song
I found a place only God could make
Where loneliness and hurt departs
A place that holds only serenity
Where joy rings in my heart
Sitting under the weeping willow
Watching branches sway in the wind
A place where no one can see me
And happiness can begin
Underneath my weeping willow
I can let go of all my fears
For there is no hurt in God's arms
And the willow can cry all my tears
I found a place of happiness
Where I can dream my own dreams
I can leave the sorrows of the world behind
And forget everything that I have seen
But sooner of later I have to emerge
And face head on the world again
But for a few moments I forgot the hurt
Leaning against the body of my dear old friend.

im looking through a window
made of silk and coloured stone
my memory is hazy
am i actually alone?

i cannot turn my head
my gaze is fixed outside
lost in strange wonders
of a plastic countryside

i can hear a bluebird trilling
its sweet vicous brutal song
theres a spider spining wispers
telling me i must be strong

theres a house thats made of faces
and another made of hands
a path that leads between them
shifting multicoloured sands

theres a dragon on a hillside
and a maple tree in bloom
and their both standing steady
somehow honest in the gloom

with shadows playing freely
on the ground and in the air
and even in their darkness
they sing a symphony so fair

its all distraction really
all this dreaming memory
it may hold my attention
with its broken old story

yet soon the window closes
the silk it rips and falls
the stone it shifts and melts
and its empty in these halls

This is the story of how a humble invention terrorised the world.
The Gun, be it friend or foe is an essential part of the modern
World In it's infancy it was used as a means of protection
And hunting for food, but even useful things can develop
Sinister uses in the wrong hands.

In the 17th century hand guns were used to prove a man's honour
When used for duelling purposes, two men would meet at a secret
Rendevous along with their seconds and a referee to carry out a
Fight to the death with these pistols, firing only one shot, they Would stand back to back, walk ten paces forward,turn and then fire At each other the loser would be lying dead on the ground or badly Hurt in some cases, prior to this it was done with swords, later Times duelling became banned.

By this time the military were using guns to fight wars, both
Hand guns and rifles were used to fight the enemy, guns were also Used to rob horse drawn coaches by the likes of Highwaymen, and Bushrangers, by the 18th Century in America the Wild West was using Six guns, hand guns that would fire six bullets, the Sherrif or
Marshall's would create law and order in the towns, and the gun
Was the only law men understood to settle disputes, in a bar a Gunfight would erupt by a drunken cowboy, or at a card game
Someone would be caught cheating, the result was a gunfight
With a derringer a very small single or two shot pistol
Concealed by the user, it all came down to the famous shoot out
On the street, were the Law and lawbreaker would shoot it out,
People would take cover during this event for their own safety.

History would move on to the 19th Century were in World War 1
Wars were being fought it involved many countries and the gun
Killed a lot of soldiers from both sides. meanwhile in America,
It was in the period of the Roaring 20's, were gangland violence Broke out between rival factions, the Thompson machine gun was Brought into fashion, it had a magazine load bullet cartridge
Fired many bullets in a round, it was a portable version of the Gatling gun used during the wars, but could be aimed very easily, Many wars followed bringing more and powerful guns into operation.
By the 1950s, guns were used for armed robbery and killing of Innocent people by insane people, in the Arab wars guns were worn by Even children and they were often involved in killing people by
Their leaders, guns had come of age as we had the Gulf War and many More into the future, time is now the future and there is all sorts Of bad uses for the gun, no longer humble, but with it's own
Voice of death, the gun is now used by any gun crazed killer who Chooses to buy one, a gun can be bought lik a grocery item on a Supermarket shelf, as gun control is practically non existant.

The law enforcement organisations cannot stem the violent killings Around them, Governments do very little to kerb the use of violence In society, and it is now time to stop this terrible crime once and For all. This all be too little to late as this may eventually lead To the extinction of man on the planet unless there is something
Done by the powers that be to stop it, the gun is now an outlaw
In modern society, and it proved one thing, thay anything good can
Be used for total evil, the gun has come from a useful tool to a
Weapon of deadly destruction, man created it now man must live
With this creation for the rest of his life on Earth.