Remember Me

Of all the days and nights spent in observance of my many gathered years gone on,
Those years upon which I reflect, now found back there over my ageing shoulder,
These longer impassioned memories cooly gathered - those which I now reflect upon,
Come from the many years, and those footprints spent, meant to define getting older,

That I beckon ye be with me now in the blue sky dreams found hidden in us all,
Together in our ancientness, a more meaningful, more deeply found feature,
There can be no greater experience had - than here in life's inseparable, limpid sprawl,
Being held down in the maw, and by the more graceful call, of this our ancient theater,

Thus, restive in the depths of your more narrow corridors, when called upon to rise and emote . . .

Remember me.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) Ireland

Nice words Tommo, I enjoyed this poem mate! Thought that you personally were saying goodbye, when I saw the title though? Another top Moran work!

Messi,

So thankful ye wrote to me on this piece. So glad you're here. Thanks pal.

tommo / Ireland

PS: looks like the scammer's back. Different profile name. I've reported him already. Went to his page and reported him to Mingle2 staff from there. The monitor(s) will deal with him now. Meanwhile, I've got me war stick here. My favorite tool here on the island. A sawn off axe handle suitable for knees and other such areas of needed concern. Unfortunately this puke enjoys hiding in the darkness of his computer room. Too bad, if I ever have the chance I'll work those kneecaps for him. I'll let him know what real displeasure is.

Be well.

PS: In case the scammer is reading this, " You will be reported each and every time you change names and post in this forum. "

This jerk has tons of different e-mails and keeps registering with new ones. There should be a way to block his IP address. Reminds of the cyber stalker who changed his profile name 38 times to contact me on another site because I kept blocking the wacko. He threatened to visit me and kept trying to get information from my friends by playing on their sympathy. He was a scary, manipulative nut. This spammer might be his cousin.

IamwhoIam1,

Wow, sounds like that stalker was a real danger. Glad you're alright now. Glad he's gone. Ye did well.

This guy is probably a skinny little puke - somewhere in India and he knows he can pretty much get away with all his crap. He's probably in his early teens. Truly, where I come from people like him need to be punished. Maybe his dad will find out and whip him.

Ok then, be well and continue to stay safe - at all cost.

tommo / Ireland

Tommo, Wow,this is an inspirational piece. You are my inspiration when it comes to writing.

Be well, nice to know we have a guy like you in our corner to ward off the trolling.

Mo, Sugar,

Thank ye for such fine kindness. I like your work as well.

Yes, glad that troll scamster is now gone, but, and here's the thing, he Will be back. We should expect it from him. To me he's just a sexually frustrated teenager, burnt out, sitting alone in his dark room face first into a computer - trying to wreck everyone's day as much as he can. He's no doubt a punk teen.

Again, I hope his dad finds out what he's doing and takes him by the ear and walks him outside - ( there in India, ) and shoves his butt down onto the ground and boots him in the keester one good time. Then I hope he's made to walk over to their family cow and then forced to clean up all the cow dung. I hope his dad is right behind him whipping him with a stick. Yep, I hope his dad is ballsy enough to enforce house rules there. Poor, poor little east indian boy. So sad. Whip his butt, Dad!!!

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Be well,

tommy boy / Ireland

I never meant to leave you,
Could I have only stayed;

We would be going on in life,
With all the plans we made.


Now all the hopes and dreams we shared,
Are but sweet memories;

For you to tuck inside your heart,
Now when you remember me.


Remember all the good times,
And all the joy we shared;

Remember how you touched my life,
And how I really cared.


Think back on all the laughter,
And wipe away your tears;

You still have many miles to go,
And still have many years.


Don't look back....look forward,
This day is a brand new start;

And as you travel on in life,
You'll take a bit of my heart.


I never meant to leave you,
But still you'll not be alone;

For as long as my love lives in you,
I'll never really be gone.


[Allison Chambers Coxsey]

There within a crystal vase,
A fragile budding rose;

Resting there in solitude,
Its petals still enclosed.


A tender thing of beauty,
On a table spread with lace:

Turning, reaching toward the sun,
To touch and warm its face.


Slowly summer sunlight,
Drifts through the curtains there;

And rests upon the tender bloom,
As its fragrance fills the air.


So slowly and so gently,
The rose begins to bloom;

A radiant thing of beauty,
That now shares its perfume.


There within a tender heart,
So like the budding rose;

Resting, waiting quietly,
Its petals still enclosed.


A fragile thing of beauty,
Yet broken, bruised and torn;

Seeks a soothing, healing touch,
To once more make it warm.


Surrounded there in solitude,
The heart yet yearns to bloom;

To give back to another,
The gift of sweet perfume.


The fragrance of a loving heart,
Lies quietly at rest;

Crying out to be released,
Yearning for a warm caress.


For there within each petal,
A love beyond compare;

Waiting for that tender touch,
Its fragrance fills the air.

[Allison Chambers Coxsey]