{"id":103806,"date":"2013-02-23T22:13:58","date_gmt":"2013-02-24T03:13:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/103806\/poem-mixed-memories\/"},"modified":"2013-02-23T22:13:58","modified_gmt":"2013-02-24T03:13:58","slug":"poem-mixed-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/103806\/poem-mixed-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM: MIXED MEMORIES"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong><em>This fantasy write which I hope you find amusing was composed for the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/103742\/saturday-share-come-one-%E2%80%93-come-all-6\/\">CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge<\/a>. \u00a0Host Angel Love&#8217;s starter line is &#8220;As I sit alone thinking of you.&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/s136.beta.photobucket.com\/user\/scotorum\/media\/romantic\/thinking_zpsdc885664.jpg.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i136.photobucket.com\/albums\/q183\/scotorum\/romantic\/thinking_zpsdc885664.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\" photo thinking_zpsdc885664.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>MIXED MEMORIES<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>As I sit here alone, remembering her,<br \/>\nI know that I&#8217;m much better off than I were.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>Back In the days when she held me close,<br \/>\nback when I thought I loved her the most<br \/>\nsomething brushed by me~was it her, or a ghost,<br \/>\nor perhaps just a very warm piece of toast?<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>Remembering our daily walks on the beach,<br \/>\nher hand in mine, yet somehow out of reach,<br \/>\nwith our strange love child, the son of the beach,<br \/>\nI felt as though moon and stars were within reach. <\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>We spent time collecting washed up sea shells,<br \/>\nwhile ignoring the sea and it&#8217;s rising tide swells.<br \/>\nTo find just the right shell can take years in the search.<br \/>\nNow all I recall is a stinky dead perch.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>Such pungent reminders soon quickly grew old.<br \/>\nI felt that was quite a goods bill that she sold,<br \/>\nI remember her slobbery kiss on my cheek.<br \/>\nShe&#8217;d have kissed my lips, but her love was too weak.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>How the depth of her eyes pierced my very soul<br \/>\nenclosed by dark circles like two lumps of coal.<br \/>\nSomewhere in my heart I think I loved her so.<br \/>\nBut I couldn&#8217;t find where; I said &#8220;I&#8217;ve got to go.&#8221;<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>She kept our love child, little Hump Day,<br \/>\n(His real name was Wednesday, we named him that way).<br \/>\nBack at the castle she raises him up,<br \/>\nwith her pet dog named Hot, and l&#8217;il Bratwurst, its pup.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>Sometimes I wonder how life would have gone<br \/>\nif we&#8217;d stayed together to share some new dawn,<br \/>\nBut then I recall how she&#8217;d burp and then scream,<br \/>\nso now I&#8217;m content just to read her Facebook stream.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"3\">The Gothic sirens who cast a linespell: Angel Love, barbara k, Bettie (4), Diane (2), Flossie (2), Marcia.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This fantasy write which I hope you find amusing was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge. \u00a0Host Angel Love&#8217;s starter line is &#8220;As I sit alone thinking of you.&#8221; MIXED MEMORIES As I sit here alone, remembering her, I know that I&#8217;m much better off than I were. 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