Tag: memories
member name: David W.
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April 30, 2009 08:14 PM EDT --
Memories Make My Day
By David Wainland
The time has come
To change my style
And talk about things
That make me smile
About bubble gum . . .
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September 26, 2009 10:11 AM EDT --
LITTLE DAVID
© 2009 by David Wainland
Here it begins, with my life unfolding on paper. When I think about it, the past I mean, large pieces are shrouded in a . . .
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October 06, 2009 02:23 PM EDT --
ADULTS ARE STRANGE
© 2009 by David Wainland
Grandpa gave me a shiny new Roosevelt dime and this morning I am headed to Eddie’s Nut House, our local candy . . .
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January 27, 2009 06:22 PM EST --
© 2009 by David Wainland
Sometimes I have this sweet dream, its 1950 and I am a ten-year-old living in The Bronx. My mother's in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Jerry, my five-year-old . . .
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March 03, 2009 10:41 AM EST --
Can you add to this list?
Hi ho Silver, away!
Get-um up Scout!
Who was that masked man?
It's time for Beanie.
It's Howdy Doody Time.
The Peanut Gallery. . . .
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May 04, 2009 10:53 AM EDT --
IS IT A LAW?
© 2009 by David Wainland
Some call it custom, others tradition and still others, Jewish guilt. For me, these are the ways of my . . .
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March 22, 2008 02:53 PM EDT --
CHAPTER I
Nothing tastes quiet as good as a stew that has simmered all night. The Jewish people prepare a special version called Cholent , a potted meal consisting of meat, potatoes, . . .
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June 08, 2009 08:59 AM EDT --
MY LEGACY
© 2009 By David Wainland
W hen I was ten
and not before
My father knocked
upon my door
In his hand
he held for me . . .
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September 22, 2009 04:43 PM EDT --
MISSING CHILD
© 2009 by David Wainland
Missing, wanted for memory theft.
Young boy between the ages of three and fourteen
Curly blond . . .
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April 02, 2008 06:38 PM EDT --
© 2005 David Wainland
The time has come,
to change my style.
And talk about things,
that make me smile.
Of bubble gum,
and Cracker . . .
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April 03, 2008 01:28 PM EDT --
My Bronx Story
chapter VII
© 2007 David Wainland
The two groups squared off, perhaps fifteen to twenty on either side. One gang gathered on the north side of the battle scarred ground . . .
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May 27, 2009 03:10 PM EDT --
FOOT LOOSE
© 2009 By David Wainland
Bare feet
Baby shoes
Tying Laces
PF Flyers
Galoshes
Penny Loafers
Motorcycle boots . . .
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October 29, 2008 02:17 PM EDT --
A free verse on aging.
© David Wainland 2008
This morning I saw my father in the mirror
the same thin white hair
wrinkled skin, furrowed brow
tattered . . .
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November 10, 2008 09:34 AM EST --
© by David Wainland 2008
My father's-father, (Grandpa?) died when my dad was only thirteen. Of course, I never met him. Pop never seemed to visit the cemetery, at least . . .
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March 05, 2009 08:36 PM EST --
© 2009 by David Wainland
Clearing the cobwebs
Beginning with the cold of 1947,
Winter,
Snow
Flexible Flyer
Hills
Schoolyard
Stickball . . .
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March 12, 2009 09:02 AM EDT --
ON THE TAIL OF A KITE
© 2009 David Wainland
"To sleep, perchance to dream,"
envisioned the Bard of Avon.
Though, my dreams run . . .
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November 08, 2008 07:43 PM EST --
© 2008 by David Wainland
It is funny how you recall things. Anything can trigger a flashback, odors, TV, sounds, but fifties music does it for me. I hear Earth Angel and you can't . . .
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June 20, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
© David Wainland 2008
I look forward to many holidays however; Father's day is not one of them. Granted I am happy that I have a daughter and that she treats me with . . .
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October 28, 2008 12:52 PM EDT --
© David Wainland 2008
Holidays today are big business. I mean really big business. Halloween has almost matched Christmas in sales and the advertising agencies have programmed . . .
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January 04, 2008 08:59 PM EST --
As I get older, and my past flows deeper into the abyss of lost consciousness, I find myself longing for the times of my youth. My childhood was a simple time in a less threatening world.
Our apartment . . .
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