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Crumpled bedsheet.
Solitary pillow.
Brown blanket.
Empty bottles.
Unwashed clothes.
Vacant bed.
The light on the window.
The lighter on the sill.
Disorganized desk.
Weary picture frame.
Capured memory.
Your secret door.
Guitar on the wall.
Take-home souveniers.
Half-opened closet.
Broken shell.
Treasured letters.
Apprehensive footfalls.
Envious looking glass.
Scattered reflections.
Strange languages.
Disoriented voices.
Dissolving names.
Falling promises.
Disappearing bodies.
Reunited hearts.
Interminable glances.
Sheer infinity.

**Because your room is a world where everything,
even pain,
is beautiful.
betterdays Apr 2014
the garden verdent green
held a trio of stone Buddhas
vacationary souveniers kept on
the basis of  memories of the
time when our love bore sweet fruit
before anger and  rage took the stand
from when we were we
and we chose to eat
angry words before the
days of the plastic facile smile
the fruitless discussion and
inevitble dummy spit
then it all came out
and thus, the begining of the end of the
jealously green tightly gritted teeth.


...and in the garden, the three stone bhuddas
watched with smiles, benign
and bellies round  and sun warmed like watermelons.
original poem
(in italics)
"watermelons"
by
Charles  Simic
Francie Lynch Dec 2016
You can't remember where
Your buried treasures lie;
It's been years
Since you turned the earth,
Measured the wealth,
Stored it for days of leisure.
You lost the life mapped
With the X.
Why?
Did you mark the spot with G,
Or did you sell the  plunder?
Remember, you're no younger.
All your troves,
Blue ribbons and bows,
The buttons, the pins,
Your souveniers and sins
Have left you bankrupt.
I'm not a parrot keeper,
Can't curl my lip like Elvis;
Or sail into bays
To recover lost treasures.
Starr Oct 2017
My heart is a puzzle
that cannot be solved
the pieces are scattered
some broken, some lost
A couple have tried to gather the pieces
but realized the problem
and simply retreated
Some pieces were taken a souveniers
perhaps a way to remember my tears
My heart has been stolen
a few times before
but is always given back
broken even more
Lesley Nov 2017
Our scars show the wars
Past tears & growth
Birth, trauma the healing over
The telltale signs
of living for better or worse
Reminders of pain, loss
Gain
What has been here &
now gone
Choices we made
Toxic spills
cleaning up
The calcification stone rub of our sentence & prison years
, Falling down
Falling up
the ****** **** gauzed over
Second skins

Words harming me and mine

bleeding on the inside

cuts tear scars sear
the burning of rhyme
chaos in mind
Faded welts from forgotten paths
but not forgotten for etched in flesh
Rivlets bumps holes
puckered scars
aberrations in our universe
The pink red welts
The wriggle worms

mind slashes time
our years our fears

Our scars & battles
Survive these days
our ways
past memories
ripping apart the darkness
Letting in the light
Green glow of heart
Glow of hope
The truest carefree smile
Full breath of life
No holding back relax

Our scars only signs
Our miracles of flesh and light
Revenants left behind
Momentos
Memories
Souveniers from the roads we traveled

I wish to store my scars Away in jars
I don’t mind the reminders

but please no remembering today.
David Lloyd Jan 2017
The planet is being destroyed by idiots,
They build ugly houses
which they fill with with furniture
Made from ***** forests,
I would rather witness the earth's beauty in life
Than to take home dead souveniers,
Jill Tait Aug 2020
Squawking Seagulls swooping on the seashore.. now there’s s screeching sound that I absolutely adore..
scavenging the coastal lands as happy people play.. building brilliant sandcastles on a midsummer’s day

Seaside resorts are as busy as can be.. scoffing fish and chips with mushy peas for their tea.. a scattering of shops selling seaside souveniers.. caring Grandkids buying bric-a-bric for the little old dears..There is nothing nicer than a trip to the coast and if you go on the sabbath you will love a Sunday roast

So grab the stripey wind breaker and some buckets and spades.. now don’t forget to add the  suncream with everybody’s eyeshades..pack a picnic basket..sandy sandwiches are a tasty treat.. but don’t take chocolate coz it will melt in the heat.. your carboot is full to the brim.. you are off to the seaside to enjoy that swim

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