a lifetime of memories

It’s Hard to Escape from Memories

It’s damn hard to escape from memories,

Those that make us smile and cry as well,

Still they keep playing hide and seek adding varieties,

To our life so that we like the Old Mariner can tell.  

 

It’s the good memories that we want to embrace,

But the bad ones never feel tired to follow,

The winner? The answer we need to trace,

As the mystery lies buried inside an unknown hollow.  

 

As the albatross’ love for the ship the memories are always there,

Passing a long time without these is something rare!  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In the 4th line, the Old Mariner is the person who appears in the poem, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" written by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He kills an innocent albatross and the curse of the Almighty befalls upon all the sailors. Later on, he truly feels that he has committed a great mistake by killing the bird; however, he is forgiven at the end of the day. Thus, he decides to share his own sweet and the bad memories, related to that incident, with other people so that they can learn the focal lesson- "He prayeth best, who loveth best..."

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EVENING TIME

Not so long ago
Evening time was sweet
It is sweet even now
As I sip the tea
Of sweet memories...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on January the 18th, 2012.

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Time rhymes with rhythm

Time rhymes with rhythm...
Days deal with deals,
Week walks with work,
Years yearn for youths.

The dead dead still,
The living love life,
Man must move the more,
Deep to the depth of things.

There the dead's deals dim,
Leaving the living life's treasure,
The secrets of darkness,
For the living's pleasure.

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A LIFE TIME OF MEMORIES

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Oh! my
friend
I remember
our times
together.

 

Moments
spent
as children
romping on
the beach.

 

Gathering
shells for
our
collections.

 

Talking,
laughing,
whispering
our little
secrets.

 

Inside a
heart,
our
initials
were left
in the
sand.

 

To be
washed
away by
the tide.

 

Then in
later years
walking in
the quite
of the
evenng.

 

Holding
hands
stopping
by
the lake.

 

Watching
mother duck
silently
guiding her
babies across
the water.

 

Sharing our
most intimate
thoughts.

 Laying our
souls bare
to each other

The days of
our lives
slipped away
so quickly.

 

Moments so
precious
creating a
life-time
of memories.

 copyright  by heather burns 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Moments so precious, creating a lifetime of memories.

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