Tag: memories
group name: flashandshine
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October 28, 2006 11:01 AM EDT --
Oh, that I could rekindle harvest times' joy of reaping. . . look forth
Beyond winter's desolate aura of gloom and icy stares
And fold the memories of reaping into my kerchief
. . . more
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September 05, 2007 04:48 PM EDT --
I was standing outside in front of a two-story house. The second floor had a large bay window. As I was looking up, a strange little boy appeared at the window, and was giving me an angry look. The boy . . . more
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May 23, 2008 07:53 PM EDT --
When I was a child, I had many dreams
My Enchanted Forest nourished them.
I'd run through . . . more
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December 08, 2006 08:48 AM EST --
remembering
the first time
you held me
the look in your eyes
as you pulled me close
hearts pounding
pure bliss
your lips met mine
so tender
so sweet
enveloping me
with a passion born . . . more
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November 16, 2006 09:55 AM EST --
Thanksgiving. A day set aside to eat, share time with family and friends, eat, a time to pause and be thankful for all the good things in life, and eat. Nowadays, I think almost all Americans . . . more
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January 07, 2007 02:16 PM EST --
(I apologize for the format here. I wanted there to be various stanzas but the editor did not see fit to do what I wanted.)
She walks along the shore,
white capped waves beckon
to her, . . . more
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September 28, 2007 09:36 PM EDT --
“It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.” Lisa remembered the famous line from Charles Dickens, on a Sunday afternoon as she . . . more
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May 23, 2007 06:31 AM EDT --
I travel down a familiar road,
With blue gums still standing tall
Memories flash before my eyes
Filling them with tears that fall
For the loss of two good friends
That by my side stayed for fifteen . . . more
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April 28, 2007 07:51 AM EDT --
He was my favorite uncle, a big strong man who worked selling tires at Montgomery Ward so that his wife and three daughters could have a nice house and clothes. He love to cook out on his grill—hamburgers . . . more
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October 08, 2007 04:46 PM EDT --
In the early evening of a muggy June night in Clear Creek a subtle exchange occurs between the day and the night things. The chickens head off to roost, and the songbirds find crooks in bent trees to slumber . . . more
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February 06, 2007 01:00 PM EST --
Before my Grandpa died, Grandma cared for him during his sickness, and also kept her country home neat and tidy. She was a busy woman, and often surrounded by her adult children and their kids, while . . . more
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March 06, 2007 04:01 PM EST --
A majestic rose, wanting to pick,
Enamoured by the bloom,
Clumsy hand, eager stretched,
To possess the priceless boon,
Ignored the chafing barbs raking,
The excited quivering flesh.
Bold indeed, . . . more
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October 20, 2006 08:47 AM EDT --
For N.B.D. (Written for my friend whose sorrow I cannot know)
There was no warning-
no sign or scream in the dark.
I didn't know.
There was no indication -
not one breath was taken away . . . more
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December 06, 2006 01:09 PM EST --
Dear Dad,
A few years back, I didn't think you'd still be here today, but I am glad you are. It hasn't been easy on either of us to have came though this time, but I wouldn't trade . . . more
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January 28, 2007 08:41 PM EST --
( I'm sorry the formatting is a bit messed up. The editor was not coorperating with me....)(
She picked up the photo album,
dusty and worn, and settled back
into her comfy . . . more
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March 13, 2008 08:30 PM EDT --
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I never knew the reason the school bus driver wouldn't drive the half-mile of paved road to pick us up for the three-mile drive to the small schoolhouse. To this . . . more
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July 07, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
Each forward step in life has left
Its imprint somewhere . . . more
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October 13, 2007 07:56 AM EDT --
Twenty-five years,
and yet, those first kisses linger, still,
in memories bound within my heart,
released at times, to cherish the thoughts,
when we met in our secret lair,
in the . . . more
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July 05, 2008 01:11 PM EDT --
From the ledge of emotive precipice
Fervour plunges into nothingness
And parabolic passion flattens to
A straight line, artless!
Then this artic distance from you
Views in privacy
Aurora . . . more
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August 21, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
That April evening
I remember the murmur of the radio
And of my mother’s voice
Slipping in through the crack
Between the door and wall and
One thin arrow of light
That spread to a weak wedge . . . more
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