This Memory to Cornflakes
A memory of lovers
A memory of grandmother
This Memory (lyrical poem)
The scent of winter at the door
And one less summer to explore
I feel we’ve seen it all before
Soon comes the rain we can’t ignore
Where once was day an endless night
And one less kiss by candlelight
I sense we’ve done this once before
Before the breezes learned a melody
Scented by flowers’ harmony
There was this memory
Of you and me
And maybe shadows on the floor
Still understand what dreams are for
And one less moment to ignore
In case we’ve done this all before
An autumn moon this lovers’ shore
It calls our hearts again to flight
And one less chance to hold you tight
A chance we might have seen before
Before the stars in heaven could all see
The flowers dancing merrily
There was this memory
Of you and me
A couple romantically float over what used to be is the theme of this lyrical poem. With the cadence of a song in mind, the meter of this poem is kept very tight. It follows this form: verse, verse, chorus, verse, verse, chorus. If you are interested in setting these lyrics to music, help yourself.
Arlene made scrapbooks of her memories. She had been doing so long before we met each other. These scrapbooks contain pictures, ticket stubs, flat preserved flowers, menus, little hand written reminders and thoughts and things of that nature (that can fit in a photo album). Me? I was nowhere like her. I would take tons of pictures. Look at them once or twice. Put them back into their packages and there they would stay. The first winter came, when I was a new parent, a change came over me. Peter, our son, was only a few months old. It hit me like a bullet, "We will never be here again." That sounds obvious, but there and then it took on a strange new meaning. I has gone over, with Arlene, her scrapbooks many times before. These treasures took on a new meaning. Had Arlene seen something that I didn't? That foolish boy was gone, He had done so much and didn't take the time to appreciate it. Those moments captured in scrapbooks.
We cannot go back into the past. We can try to reenact a memory, as long as we are aware that these reenactments will not be the same as the original moment. It is good, from my experience, to take a moment to look at our past. What did we do? What have we leaned? What could we have done better? Take in the experience of our life. Avoid comparing our life with anyone else's life. We should be our own measure of successes. We should be our own ideals. We should be our own stars. There may be other lights of possibilities, lights of hope, lights of strength. We may be and should that light for others, for ourselves. Who knows what the future holds? We should take in the "now". We cannot go back into the past. We can, however, use the past as footsteps to the future, The time is our's. Our's to Enjoy.
Talk about memories, remember this one: Sydney Pollack "Memories The Way We Were"
Memories + Love = Cornflakes???
Mark Viera, the "Latin Prince of Comedy", is a comedian was hand picked to perform on the “Leatherneck” tour for the U.S. Marine Corps which is now in its second year. His numerous television credits include performances on the critically acclaimed "Martin Lawrence Presents 1st Amendment Stand-Up" and Comedy Central's "Russell Simmons Presents Stand-Up at the El Rey." Mark is about to relay a story about his grandmother.
Mark is about to solve the mystery of how memories and love equal cornflakes. "LAFFMOBB - Rachel Dratch's ' Late Night Snack' - MarkViera 'Cornflakes'"
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Corrie Ten Boom