Almedia Knight-Oliver Poems

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81.
Rest In Death

My soul rest from bounty days and years.
With generosity, you gave me long life...thank you!

Now, family and friends surround me with love
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82.
'Time Tells Time' 2 Of 2 Of The Original

Your mirror is telling you that you’re a beautiful…
Listen to it, not like me, who tried not to hear
It reflects a face as fresh as a recently cut rose
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83.
Love's Life

The first time
We met
Strangers
no vetting
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84.
The Lover And The Loved

There is gratification in unrequited love, though
misunderstood and not reciprocated by The Loved.
But true love's to be given, answered, and returned
in kind - (are both loves one and the same?)
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85.
Between Shades Of Grey

Wearing dark grey, he walked into her life
And shades of grey made things a tad lighter
Yet, he kept pushing... she squealed…and swung
Sometime, pale lighted the sky above the East river,
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86.
Noise Of Your Memory Is Everywhere

I walk to and fro and around and up and down
Stay awake and dreaming my life away
Wades in water just to get away from dreams, yet
The sound of memory comes like waves and leaving me
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87.
Sakura Matsuri Cherry Blossoms In May

Sakura Matsuri Cherry Blossoms in May


Last night,
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88.
The Winter Of My Life

I spring to life in springs; bask in summer’s golden suns
Pick the ripest bananas, fearing I won’t last until the green ones ripen.
In the mode of autumn life, put myself to sleep, and sleep through fall
With vitals parts opened and ready to start the following season
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89.
Aha! You'Re Sixty Years Old...?

Today you say you are 60 years old, but that's not true
Age is a construct of time in mind, and one's point of view
You spent time adventuring through space, and Nicole did too
If your forehead wrinkles, just grow gracefully, and the lines will too
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90.
Memories Are Made Of These

Walking barefoot down the dusty dirt road right
up to the old house wrapped in porch's arm.
After graduating high school and those things left back home.
Still holding onto rustic memories of gathering eggs,
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