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Remembering June
"Art cannot be criticized because every mistake is a new creation."
In my head    I am a complex girl; A warrior and fighter, A lover, An asexual, A broken heart, A Feminist, A singer, A vegetarian, A bookworm, A ...

Poems

John Bartholomew Jun 2019
Remembering when you thought 30 pound was a lot
Remembering when your mum would wipe your bot
Remembering when the World was big and pretty
Remembering when life was ace with nothing ever ******

Remembering when people were fun and playful
Remembering when nothing was a handful
Remembering when asking for a sleepover
Remembering when I shared with my dog Rover

Remembering when I couldn't spell my surname
Remembering when all I wanted was fame
Remembering when I first passed my test
Remembering when I thought my car was the best

Remembering when we first had our kids
Remembering when we took them on their first trip
Remembering when they both left High School
Remembering when they often played the fool

Remembering when I fell over in the garden
Remembering when this all first happened
Remembering when the van first took me to hospital
Remembering when the acceptance was futile

Remembering when I first forgot my wife's name
Remembering when that put me to shame
Remembering when the nurse then changed my sheets
Remembering when I was hoping for that last final heartbeat

JJB
Adrenaline is wonderful. It covers pain. It covers dementia. It covers everything. Jerry Lewis
Valerie Shvetz Jun 2017
Have you remembered yet? the knowing questions in the undergrounds of memories. Recall how glorious it is to yearn for remembering. Unknown ravens gauging the eyes of happiness which kneels in the yard of your remembering. Are you here or are you around the outskirts of your remembering. Are you knowing or are you a glimpse of your own remembering. Ugliness resides in the undefended hills of your remembering. Unapologetic ultrasonic hums open your remembering. Grief resolves uncharacteristically in our remembering. Unconscious thoughts rise uncorrected in your remembering.  Greet happiness uncontrolled by your remembering. Open your gut and unearth a capsule of understanding. Gasp in awe as you control yourself trying to remember. How am I here, around this hell? Graceless is my memory of how I am the way I am. Creature aside, away attempting to remember the hell they came from. Have you remembered yet? that creature that you are? Yearning to remember anywhere else, anywhere but the underground of memories, anywhere but the unmeasured mind of how we all are now. Rising heaps of unfiltered uses of your remembering reminds me of how I once was. Have you remembered yet? How I am? How you are? How we are just creatures with unresolved remembering.
Mark Tilford Nov 2015
All the things that we did
Everything that we had done
All the  things that we knew
Everything that was here
Everything we held dear
Remembering  
Everything we use to do
Remembering
When I fail  in love with  you
The day that I knew
The first night I made love to you
The moments we shared when we were through
Just me and you
Remembering
There were two souls
The world we told and wanted everyone to know
Very few nights that we spent  alone
The days we played in the snow
Remembering
We had no fears
That we never caused tears
We told each other that we would not go  anywhere
We would always be here

Remembering
The day that death came
My love it claimed
Remembering  
I could not remember my name
Remembering
The day living became lame
Remembering
Thinking
How could it ever be the same
Remembering
How I just wanted someone to explain

Remembering
became
Memories