The CPC Thematic Attic Thursday “Unforgotten” with Diane and A-Rhodi
Hello and Welcome once again to another week of “Thematic Poetry” Fun!
Today we would like to focus on the
“Unforgotten”
That is all those memories and keepsakes you have carried with you through time.
The Unforgotten can be a variety of things stored
in your attic or basement…
Or bookshelfs….. They are those things dear to us that we just can not part with…
…as in a favorite book or photos….
The Unforgotten
Now that it is Spring is here and many of you have cleaned out your closets, garages and attics, did you run across any of those hidden treasures? Where memories rediscovered as you cleaned through your things?
Write us a poem about something you may have rediscovered that took you back down memory lane?
Use your imagination and ponder things that could be found there if you haven’t done you cleaning yet!!!
Here is something that I’m sure you will enjoy watching,
It may help loosen up those memories
as we look at how we keep things “Unforgotten”!
For the all the “Unforgottens” that you now hold in mind share your thoughts about them with us in a creative yet fun way for we would love for you to write about them.
Share a poem or a poem in a picture (PnP) for all to read and comment on!!!
These memories are precious moments in time
Never to be forgotten and
A treasure when shared.
As always we thank you for sharing your time with us here at Thematic Attic.
For without you we would not be here…
From my heart to you,
~Love and Peace~
Blessings with memories shared
~Diane~
Let us hear from you! Send us your “Heart-felt” response to let us know
How your feel ~ A-Rhodi
I gave you a “Heart” and now off to the attic to see what I can discover!!! MUAH :love: :love: :love:
I have a fun poem that I wrote about “Playing Dress Up” I’ve been up since 5:30 AM so I think this is better than anything new I could come up with at the moment *smiling* I so hope you enjoy it!!!
Hey Jon and Diane great theme! I always loved the general idea of this challenge, since up in the attics are our histories. The specific theme “The Unforgotten” for some reason made me think more about people and relationships. Just gonna try to find a pic to play dress up with my poem, and then I’ll be back with it.
Such a poignant and beautiful blog, theme and poetry!
I flew a kite with my Nephew the other day , and when i read the header in this blog it made me think of this old collab 😉
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Forgotten For AAA Moments Time ~
AAA Book Of Songs ~ AAA Scrap Of Papered Rhymes ~
Poetry In Motion ~ In AAA Rhythms Chime ~
Alot Of Thoughts Forgot… Storys Devine ~
How III Must of Felt In That Particular Climb ~
& Or Decent… In Myyy Young Youthful Mind ~
Fallin Intooo AAA More Recent…Blind ~
III Find Those Waaays Are Gone ~
Left Far Behind… In AAA Poetic Song ~
Sought Then AAA Sign ~
& Past Isss Present Thats Been Nigh Unkind ~
But For How Loong ~ In Mine Minds Eye ~
As Futures For Now Hold Tru ~
Maybe III Was Alll Wrong ~
Stilll Its There In & Suits ~
Dressed Tooo Wine & Dine ~
Tooo Recruite & Re-coop ~
Picture Perfect Framed & Named Waitin Tooo Beee Signed ~
Waitin For Meee Tooo Write On That Next Blank Line ~
Written Byyy g.T In Th_ Nick of Time ~
Found III Sum Old Words & Made Them Mine ~
® TM © WITHIN…
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Unforgotten Memories
Unforgotten memories in my mind
Aren’t always so easy to find
C.R.S. has affected my brain
Old age is to blame
Some memories remain clear
Others faded throughout the years
Never forget the important things
Forever grateful for all my blessings
Things we do today, become memories tomorrow
Concentrate on the happy, don’t dwell on the sorrow
Make some memories that are sure to last
The time we are given passes by so fast
Rebel ©
05/18/2011
Written for The CPC Thematic Attic Thursday “Unforgotten”
The old gal has to do a few things before going to dreamland 🙂 Thank each of you for being here Catch up tomorrow as I can …in heart Give self a hug feeling within warmth for LoveYouAre~ Smiles with Love, shared :love:
folks,it’s 3:19 am here in my neck of the woods. Got to get some shut eye. If possible,see ya’ll later today. Hugs,Brenda/Elfwing
THE UNFORGOTTEN MOMENTS
Memories
Of when you were young and care free
Not a worries in the world
Just free too be you
Treasures of little things you keep
Just because
Thoughts of tomorrow and what it brings
Pictures you hold close to heart
That never grow old
Bits and pieces
Of some precious moments
Never to be forgotten
A poem that you have read
Some where fold nice and neat
In a drawer
A song you never forget
That gets stuck in your head
You cant always remember all the words
But its there on the tip of your tongue
Just a few words you cam hum
Those unfor gotten moments
Never grows old
Yet some are forgotten
As we grow older wit time
Yet still there in the back of our minds
If and when some one speaks of so and so
The memorials does tent to pop back even if only a while
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————————- © May 18 , 2011
BOOKS
Books holds magic
For those whom looks
Words of tales and woes
Fairytales
Goose and gobble in as well
The prince and presses
Ole mother hag and her frogs
They all come to life
In a small children eyes
Older one as well
As well as the older one
My magic book holds all
All that I wish to be
The best of both world for me
On my shelf lid a mysterious of wishes and dream
All I gotta do is
Look and see
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————— © May 19 , 2011
Thank you for this wonderful page.
In the memory attic of my mind
My brother left me with nothing
After he died, or so I thought
In fact he left me with
Memories we made all our lives
Times we played, times we laughed
Times we joked and played silly pranks,
Times he was there for me and
Times he wiped my tears,
So now when tears come
I look at his picture
And remember he’d want me to smile
And not cry.
In the memory attic of my mind
My nana left me with
Her memory of how she loved me
But also she left me her chestier draws
And a poem on a box that reads
This is a very special gift
That you can never see,
The reason its so special
Its just for you from me.
When every you are lonely,
Or feeling down or blue,
You only have to hold this gift
And know I think of you.
You never can unwrap it,
Please leave the ribbon tied.
Just hold the box close to your heart
Its filled with love inside.
Many people I have lost
But within the memory attic of my mind
There always there never forgotten
And just maybe I’ll tell you of them some other time.
And her is a pic of them together 🙂
Muse
here it comes, red-eyed and
gutted, one more
killing.
the jade buddha sits
and laughs,
he fell through the
cracks.
here it comes, a hopping
eyeball
a sandy blanket
hair conditioner
2 rubber slugs
one sock
a candle in the
shape of a fish
3 or 4 photographs.
I should have kept
a pair of panties
but I threw them
out, I wanted to
do it right
do what we were
doing wrong
right.
here it comes, one more
cut and break
one more burn
one more peal of
desperate laughter.
there’s a small box
of junk
a birthday card
a guitar pick
plants dying in
the garden
there’s this and about
50 other poems,
that’s not too bad
that seems like a lot
for someone who was
never there.
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MOMENTS UNFORGOTTEN
Magical moments unforgotten,
each and every one,
the words, “I do,”
shared so very long ago;
the first sounds that our children made
as welcomed to this world;
the evening sun dipping gracefully
below the horizon toward night
to rise up over the mountains
and greeting me again at dawn;
the people I meet along the way,
precious family and friends
such treasures all,
warm smiles each day
and sparkling eyes.
Moments unforgotten
and held so very close
as etched within my memory
I tuck them all away
in that place reserved
for the unforgotten,
treasured memories
each and every one.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-19-11
the thoughts in a minds attic
In the attic of thoughts.
I’m frozen by the memories that taunt my mind.
Afraid to search more through the soul boxes of times.
Instead I’d rather dream of a new rhyme .
Memories I have buried alive.
Thoughts of misery I beg to die.
But they still come alive in the dead of my mind.
I see the pictures float on by.
Like time has stopped and moments breath life.
Within the moments strife does rise.
The thought of a lonely life comes into my mind.
I began to silently cry.
I wonder about the whys.
Then I choke it up to mistakes .
And I go on with my day.
For I know how much my heart will pay.
Memories in a box can be so terrify gray.
The past for me should be just that.
For the promises where broken each and every day.
I had a hard life in love this I can cold heartily say.
There is not a memory that does not haunt me.
I could never really be me.
What the past took from me was my sanity .
It lift me in a dark soul begging for a light to show.
It left me feeling so blue and cold.
Now I’m stuck healing a past I never wanted.
And the thoughts that are stored I would not wish on my worst enemy.
I have never seen remorse for what was done to me.
And I never will.
The past should be burned and a new start shall be given .
The thoughts stored in the attic should be forever gone.
No more misery through heart wrenching songs.
I should just move on.
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Thank you Thank each of you for being here making TAT possible Sharing smiles and poetry that each will be remembered , treasure for life..in heart Blessings, shared~ :love: