Sniper1946's Poem Collection

My Memory Library

© Sarah Blackstone
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.

I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you

My Memory Library by Sarah Blackstone @FamilyFriendPoems


Source: My Memory Library, Poems about Memories My Memory Library, Poems about Memories

 

nice poem texson..

 

I wish I had written it...

 

I'm sure your capable texson,give it a go...ray..

 

thanks shifty, pleased you liked it..ray..

 

what is happening to me!
creaking! aching! permanently
waking up, energy lacking
start the day, joints a cracking

leaping out of bed! not me
just getting up is a difficulty
still tired from sleep, brain like glue
another day to suffer thro

into the bathroom time to go
coughing wheezing body slow
freshen up! you wash your face
ah! thats better? were in the race

soap in hand, and water running
sounds of morning are a coming
washing done, ablutions over
not feeling better, but feeling older

how I used to sprint around
enjoying lifes myriad of sound
full of energy, full of fun
now where did all that energy run?

getting dressed! I'm halfway there
almost ready to go downstair
breakfast smells? are no more
I make my own, what a bore

getting old is not for thee
ailing! forgetful! that is me
retirement is good? in small doses
who wants gardening and growing roses

let me remain a healthy thing
no more pain, no more aching
just like to feel that part of me
keeps on going, in time for tea.

Ray, aka sniper..june 2010

 

I am a little froggy
looking to the sky
hoping for my lunch!
to come flying by

It does'nt take too long
for a fly to wander by
but only takes a second
to catch my evil eye

posing like statue
then swaying to and fro
getting ever closer
ready! get set go!

then finally he comes in reach
little does he know
that today he's! on the menu
gulp! down the hatch you go....

 

Thats classy grin and a smile. That made my day since today is the 1st day of school. bla XD

 

Time and Rum wait for no man!..lol

 

out goes the call, along the line
stand up! stand up! it's nearly time
steady boys! steady! steady!
time is soon, bayonets ready

on whistles blow, over the top
keep on moving, no one stop
you'll earn kings shilling on this day
give em hell! make em pay

a shrill goes out, whistle blown
soldiers ready, your on your own
hands on rung, ladder holding
lets go, we hear! soldiers folding

some fall, some fail to make it out
but many over the top, no doubt
for king and country, is the cry
the time of reckoning is nigh

a drummer marches out the beat
hearts a thumping, leaden feet
across the wire, enemy we see
god! will you this day! be saving me

a scream goes out, give em your all
then gunfire's heard, and soldiers fall
into the breach headlong we race
it's time to fight them, face to face

hand to hand, fighting the foe
holding steady, can't let go
and all for this! a piece of land
some die, some wounded, some just stand

war breaks hearts, war breaks minds
but you my friend, won't break mine
bayonet in, he now breathes heavy
bayonet twists, he now breathes slow

the end for him, is drawing nigh
one more soldier had to die
no man should lose life's years this way
no comfort, on this dying day

to make it through! is all we do
but that will mean me killing you
forgive me god, I hear men say
I did not want to see this day

with heart a thumping, hands a trembling
soldiers gather, soldiers assembling
victory, was ours this day
god, end all wars! it's not the way...

R.W. 2010.....The somme..WWI written today, as one looks on the dread of attacking from the trench, and the afterthoughts...

 

very much appreciated lou, and coming from yourself, it means a lot, too..regards, ray..

 

very nice, snipe. as LRusso said, you do have a way with words

 

thankyou kyle, thats much appreciated, ray..

 

glad you liked it, many thanks, rog... .. nice of you to say so..ray..

 

glad you liked it, thanks for kind words, alex..regards, ray..

 

Very nice poem Ray, thanks for sharing

 

my pleasure suzie, it fills in my spare time, doing them..and spare time? is plentiful..