I remember when I was four I decided to walk to California, to find my dad I remembered taking the train there and living in the sun, when I was three, it was so much fun; it was happy times, lemons and limes grew on trees, in California! And dad was stationed there...
I packed up things for the trip, important things, peanut butter, and my favorite toy, a little red wagon and the neighbor boy... he was three and too young to make a memory but, he smiled a lot and we never fought.
We walked a long, long way the better part of Saturday, before the police were upon us. They said I was a kidnapper and I would go to jail.
Finally, mom was on the scene and everyone stopped being mean mom started then to cry and I couldn't figure out why... So was Joey's mom!
They both had plenty of other kids so I didn't think they needed us at home but, I was only four and life was real confusing then... way back when...earth was new and wanderlust was upon me...
lmbo! don't know if it's an actual memory of if i just heard it over the years and it feels like i remember it. remember when i ran away all the way to my bedroom? lol
actually I do remember that. We searched all over for you and found you in your bed asleep!!! And how about Mark and Brian. Mark ran away all the way to behind the rocking chair and Brian to the front door and stood there waiting for someone to tell him where to go...!!!
two poems for the prompt. one deadly serious and one funny. sortta sums me up really...deadly funny.
SHE FROZE TO DEATH IN SUMMER
i remember a white christmas i remember her pretty summer dress i remember her crying and her face being a mess i remember the doc telling her she was dying
her own blood froze her to death in my arms we were gonna get married and have babies so many lost maybe's no more of her giggle charms
she was the one i remember doing nothing and seeing no one for eight years still when i dream, i can't believe she's gone still sometimes think i can hear her sleepy purrs
oh, how i'd like to walk down a a strange new street and meet a lady i never thought i'd meet.
second poem.....a bit silly....but i am a bit silly. you have to be to live here.
OOPS!
i remember falling backwards down the stairs, through a glass door. got a slight cut on the ear and arrested but come, let us not remember the past before i had money and am now well fed maybe the present day is all that will last
don't remember where i got my jimmy cagney hat or, my cool fonzie jacket remember the last place i lived, with ms squeaky next door. my pet wharf rat the only thing about leaving that hovel i regret but my rat was a democrat she'll find a way to make it yet. hmmmmm doesn't say " no rats allowed " in this dump think i see a remembered way to stick it in the landlords rump.
it wasn't a britney spears oops. i'm not that talenteless ha ha. hmmm it doesn't say no harmonica's in the library....think i see a loop hole - love and peace - paul.
yeah. at least now i can leave hundreds of books all over the floor and make as much mess as i like in this flat.....always a bonus. this could be a fun day. i'll let you know later - love - paul.
the song that sings itself into my ear and darn it all will just not go away; the time I tripped and heard my classmates jeer; the day I lacked the trust to try to say my truth instead of giving in to fear. These memories that seem to come my way deliver music in a different sphere and sing a song that no musicians play.
I have remembered much and yet forgot what else might otherwise be good to know like my directions to a certain spot so I can get there when I wish to go. When I remember what I truly need then will I know that I am blessed indeed.
nice one tash. on a related note ( pun intended ) you ever get a song stuck in your head for days? i had " strangers in the night " by mr sinatra stuck in my head for a week. tried to blast it out with iron maiden turned up to 11, but no good - take care kids - paul.
There was a time we were young
ReplyDeleteendless summers and silent springs
all our songs were sung
we didn't lack for anything
Oh I do remember so well
Sleep...sweet sleep of youth
but that was before the time of cats
who to tell you the truth
drive me totally bats!
I really like this. I loved the endless summers and those silent springs! And then you had to put in the time of the cats!!! You made it really cute!
Delete" cats sleep anywhere. any table, any chair ".
DeleteHA HA!!! so cute!
DeleteLOL. It was really a nice poem till the last two lines.
Deleteoh forgot to say this is a puente
ReplyDeleteAnd what is that?
DeletePuente means bridge in Spanish. The middle line links two separate poems who have that bridge line in common.
DeleteI remember when I was four
ReplyDeleteI decided to walk to California,
to find my dad
I remembered taking the train there
and living in the sun, when I was three,
it was so much fun; it was happy times,
lemons and limes grew on trees,
in California! And dad was stationed there...
I packed up things for the trip,
important things, peanut butter, and my favorite toy,
a little red wagon and the neighbor boy...
he was three and too young to make a memory
but, he smiled a lot and we never fought.
We walked a long, long way
the better part of Saturday,
before the police were upon us.
They said I was a kidnapper
and I would go to jail.
Finally, mom was on the scene
and everyone stopped being mean
mom started then to cry
and I couldn't figure out why...
So was Joey's mom!
They both had plenty of other kids
so I didn't think they needed us at home
but, I was only four
and life was real confusing then...
way back when...earth was new
and wanderlust was upon me...
Greata story! and so typical of a 4 year old too. Loved it!!!
DeleteLove it. Excellent poem. I love the last two lines in particular.
Deletelmbo! don't know if it's an actual memory of if i just heard it over the years and it feels like i remember it. remember when i ran away all the way to my bedroom? lol
ReplyDeleteactually I do remember that. We searched all over for you and found you in your bed asleep!!! And how about Mark and Brian. Mark ran away all the way to behind the rocking chair and Brian to the front door and stood there waiting for someone to tell him where to go...!!!
Deletethings make more sense when you are 4 years old....it's all downhill after that ha ha . only partially joking - love and peace - paul.
Deletetwo poems for the prompt. one deadly serious and one funny. sortta sums me up really...deadly funny.
ReplyDeleteSHE FROZE TO DEATH IN SUMMER
i remember a white christmas
i remember her pretty summer dress
i remember her crying
and her face being a mess
i remember the doc telling her she was dying
her own blood froze her to death in my arms
we were gonna get married and have babies
so many lost maybe's
no more of her giggle charms
she was the one
i remember doing nothing and seeing no one for eight years
still when i dream, i can't believe she's gone
still sometimes think i can hear her sleepy purrs
oh, how i'd like to walk down a a strange new street
and meet a lady i never thought i'd meet.
such sad memories.. a lovely write
Deletethanks bonita...my darkest day. somehow survived though eerrrr obviously, or i wouldn't be typing this ha ha - love and peace - paul.
DeleteThanks for sharing. Memories an be stressful yet lovely too.
Deletethanks for reading tash. not the type of thing you ever really get over.
Deletesecond poem.....a bit silly....but i am a bit silly. you have to be to live here.
ReplyDeleteOOPS!
i remember falling backwards down the stairs, through a glass door. got a slight cut on the ear and arrested
but come, let us not remember the past
before i had money and am now well fed
maybe the present day is all that will last
don't remember where i got my jimmy cagney hat
or, my cool fonzie jacket
remember the last place i lived, with ms squeaky next door. my pet wharf rat
the only thing about leaving that hovel i regret
but my rat was a democrat
she'll find a way to make it yet. hmmmmm doesn't say " no rats allowed " in this dump
think i see a remembered way to stick it in the landlords rump.
takle care everybody - love - paul.
ooops you did it again... lol... you and Brittney spears.. yes it is time to forget the past and embrace the present
Deleteit wasn't a britney spears oops. i'm not that talenteless ha ha. hmmm it doesn't say no harmonica's in the library....think i see a loop hole - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI liked it, and I do remember those days ith you too. Glad they are in the past.
Deleteyeah. at least now i can leave hundreds of books all over the floor and make as much mess as i like in this flat.....always a bonus. this could be a fun day. i'll let you know later - love - paul.
DeleteLOL. Memory really is a funny thing. I'm glad I didn't read all these before I wrote mine. These are all so good.
Deletememory lane can be a dangerous place victoria.
DeleteI Remember
ReplyDeletethe song that sings itself into my ear
and darn it all will just not go away;
the time I tripped and heard my classmates jeer;
the day I lacked the trust to try to say
my truth instead of giving in to fear.
These memories that seem to come my way
deliver music in a different sphere
and sing a song that no musicians play.
I have remembered much and yet forgot
what else might otherwise be good to know
like my directions to a certain spot
so I can get there when I wish to go.
When I remember what I truly need
then will I know that I am blessed indeed.
and that's the secret isn't it? remembering what we need and letting go of the baggage. flows beautifully. good write!
Deletenice one tash. on a related note ( pun intended ) you ever get a song stuck in your head for days? i had " strangers in the night " by mr sinatra stuck in my head for a week. tried to blast it out with iron maiden turned up to 11, but no good - take care kids - paul.
DeleteLove it. I laugh that I can still remember poems I memorized in Junior High School but not why I went out to kitchen.
DeleteTime for another sonnet.Seemed to come naturally to the prompt thoughts. Love that iambic pentameter!
ReplyDeleteWhy do I remember,
ReplyDeletewithout exception,
every
idiotic
event I ever caused.
It doesn’t make good
poetry.
Maybe I could
write about the time ! …
oh god no, not that.
it makes me
toss my cookies,
remembering. Then there was
that foot in my mouth
But I can’t
Bring myself to
utter words that I said.
I don’t even want
memories
that will not stop
wandering in my head
as I search for good
ones; stomp through my
mind noisily,
can’t hear anything else.
cracked me up! yep...let's not talk about some of those memories!!!
Deleteyeah, there was that time i....eeeerrr best not go in to that ha ha - love and pace - paul.
DeleteLoved the last verse especially.Great image of those unwanted memories stomping through your mind. You are so good!
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