Tag Archives: Memories

I Ate the Last Banana

Tasty little things they are,
browning softly in the kitchen sun –
Bringing back memories of such fun…

Mother’s 1960s kitchen sparkles –
waxed floors – hands and knees –
Polished counters if you please…

Chrome coffee pot percolatin’….
Her Aussie teapot whistle-atin’….
The smells, like Pine-Sol and Mr. Clean.

A lovely visit from Miss Jane,
Her crackly voice filled the air –
her smile beaming everywhere…

Here lil’ Johnny, a slice of bread –
covered in butter, sugar, and banana…
It’s such a lovely day, go out and play…

So many pirates came with me…
in those sugar high days…
Chasing the seas of my imagination…

Charlie come to kill me –
in his sneaky little ways –
shooting bullets, throwing grenades…

Climb upon Apollo 11 –
Countdown to coma –
Neil flashing a thumbs-up!

And blast-OFF!

The trip to the store last week –
bent my knees, made me weak.
But sure to get the right amount of bananas.
Too many, you know, they rot.
Not enough and you’ve got –
…….chaos

As I stood choosing my stalk carefully –
some strange woman glared at me – stare-fully…
As though I was sent to earth to annoy her.

Prissy little bitch.
I’ll bet her mother never even gave her –
bread with butter, sugar, and bananas…

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Sunday Funnies

Song Written and performed by John Richter, 2015

I remember mama down in the kitchen
Cooking those eggs
I Heard her pop ’em on the griddle
I can still smell the coffee brewing in the kettle

And daddy sittin’ in his easy chair
just over there
Reading the Sunday morning paper
Funnies were all over the floor
I don’t read them no more
I don’t read the funnies no more.

There’s so many times in my life
I want to go back
I want to shake daddy’s hand
And say you know I love you
I want to kiss momma’s cheek
and say thank you, from me

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I think I’ll just sit here with you
and read the Sunday funnies……

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Our Saturday Nights

There’s so many things in life we come to regret,
places we’ve been, things we done, people we met…
But there were the good things too,
like Saturday nights –
back when Saturday night meant something –
Like a cool summer night full of stars,
kissing in the park,
going to our favorite bar…
where there was always a friend nearby –
Laughter, a shoulder to cry on –
your eyes saying I love you…..

But those days are long behind us
you found a ticket out and said goodbye
The world sort of stopped –
but I didn’t notice –
I was busy pretending this lie –
that our Saturday nights were forever
thinking life would go on – and on
and the truth is really that I never-
baby, I never left you behind……

Another Saturday’s comin’ and I got no plans,
just gonna sit and think about the stars –
and the friendly bars –
and those cool summer nights…
gonna be thinkin’ ’bout kissin’ in the park –
gonna miss you baby –
gonna miss our Saturday nights…

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Sweet Little Blue Dress

The night was young
when I turned twenty one
the sky was bright
everybody drinking rum

The chicken was grilling
and the corn was done
when you said hey there Johnny
won’t you come, come, come with me

And I said yes, yes, yes….
sweet little Miss Blue Dress
Oh hell yes
I’m coming with you

We went skinny dipping
those cops, they came real fast
that’s when I saw your bare ass
jump over that ten foot fence

Him and I were just laughing
rolling on the ground
said he’d never seen anything like it
probably never would again

And he was so right baby
’cause I never saw you again
but I sure remember when
I remember when….

You said hey there Johnny
won’t you come, come, come with me
I was so there
I was  there with you

I love you darling
even after all these years
you still play on my mind
with that sweet blue dress

You haven’t aged a single day in my mind
not since you ran away
I hope you remember me
’cause I remember you

My sweet little blue dress
Oh honey, such a fine memory
thank you
Thank you so very much
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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Timeless March and Endless Loss

The time is near – once again –
where hearts roam the morrow –
New Year is here – again akin –
to wash clear yester’s sorrow.

When pasts do linger – each points his finger –
to accuse mighty cause.
Of harbinger’s bringer – that saintly singer –
as lost hope ever was.

Forsake me not, great Father of Time,
break my somber mind sublime….
Take away this past remorse –
Shake rudder upon new course.
Stake us all on new high mission –
of granted dreams and grand ambition –

But beg thou, please, my time marching friend,
allow me favor – of her timeless elsewhen:
Though the past I’ll gladly shed and be gone –
save her magical heart – the only one –
I shall carry to time’s blessed end.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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I’ve read this poem many times and have decided that front rhymes – or where the first word of each line rhymes with another first word – as perpetrated in this 3rd stanza – goes completely un-noticed….. even to me, its author.  Odd, that.  (Poet’s addition: March 04, 2015)


Heart’s Memories

A moment, such a funny thing.
Often minds and eyes fall upon
those lost moments ago….

When songs were sung, and laughter hung –
in the prism of yester year…

And the scent of Grandfather’s billowing pipe
brings the essence of forgotten tear.

And sitting upon the lap of he –
who I came to know as Dad….
and though our years are history
they are the best we could have had.

Sweet mum, sing me softly to sleep
songs of once upon a time…
Allow my heart to forever keep
cherished moments as these sublime.

And children’s games did play and play…
Kick the can in the dark.
What other things stay, in mem’ries array –
to bolster my aging heart?

The heart is where we keep our love,
those precious moments tucked away…
Where doldrum is nere worth speaking of –
and open hearts will save the day.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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The Night Santa Came

From under the covers,  anxious eyes glowing –
so excited with joy, an eager smile showing –

I could see through the glare of moonlit frost,
brother’s eyes so wide as he turned and tossed.

Though our room had been so far from the tree –
its sweet aroma still came to me.

Heard through the quiet – father and mum
saying something or something, my ears clearly numb.

Father went “arumph! Gaul dabbity doo!”
Mum went “shussssshhhhh! You farbity poo!”

Just then big brother quietly whispered to me –
“What is it, dear Johnny, you’re wishing to see?”

“Why certainly brother only Santa will do –
or perhaps his sleigh and eight reindeer for you….”

“Quiet in there” as the very walls did shake –
Proving that our father was indeed still awake.

Our plan had been hatched to stay up late
and catch Santa come through the fireplace grate.

We thought if we found him this snowy night
we’d give Santa a hug so bold and so tight.

And if we could catch him – we could finally see
If Santa indeed smelled like a chocolate mint tree.

And just to look up and see his fat rosy cheeks –
pinch them for luck and too if they squeaked.

I’d ask him to share his cookies with me,
Which mum so nicely laid under the tree.

We would sit and talk the whole night through,
of elves, and toys, and Mrs. Claus too.

We would dance and laugh and throw presents askew
while brother fed Rudolph and the rest of his crew.

I could sit in his lap and tell stories of old
and he would laugh and laugh and say “Ho Ho Ho!”

And I could tell Santa if my wish could come true
t’would be we could visit each day the year through.

Oh, what wondrous things were done
On the night that Santa did come.

He helped me throw tinsel all over the tree,
Then straightened the Angel as much as could be.

He twinkled his nose and the stockings then flew –
nearer to his bag where they all withdrew –

Chocolates of color, so brown and so white,
Caramels and taffies of such great delight!

And out from the bag came a tiny little elf
who looked surprised when he saw myself.

“Jonas, my friend, what are you doing in there?”
Santa asked, while scratching his white hair.

“I must have fallen asleep during the push,
while we were all working that last minute rush.”

Santa laughed with a roar and so horribly loud,
I feared it would wake Dad and bring him down.

Jonas was laughing and rolling on the ground
the stockings were swirling the ceiling with sound.

Santa twinkled his nose and lit the tree,
The tinsel was waving as though windy.

“Rudolph, my boy, are you warm enough?”
Then a scratch on the roof and a faint “huff, huff.”

Oh, the dear sweet fun we had!
When Santa’s around I’m ever so glad!

Then Santa leaned down to look in my eyes,
“It was good to see you but now I must fly.
And I’ll see you again before much time goes by…
Remember Johnny never to lie,
and always look for me in the sky!”

“But don’t go Santa – we can sing a song” –
When just then came little sister along.

“Wake up, Brother John, Santa’s come and gone.”
realizing just then I’d been asleep all along ….

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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