AD – After Dad

In loving memory of my Father on his birthday

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Passwords

Passwords, PINs, user IDs
With insufficient memories
In neural banks for quick recall
Yet forget them at your own downfall
For now the world is locked into
A land of digits all askew
From four figures to sometimes six
Or biometrics in the mix
In an attempt to stop the lot
From revealing stuff that just is not
For public view; for all to see
And thus these things work like a key
But like the key we cannot find
These codes sometimes escape our minds!

Rain

Once upon a long lost time
I used to puddle jump
With macintosh and rubber boots
Into the shallow pools
And splatter droplets, laugh and yelp
With giggles and with glee
As water swelled and burst its skin
To soak both you and me

I’d run and leap and land into
The rain-filled basins that
Amalgamated post the storm
And splish and splosh and splash
And fun was had, excitement seen
As small child ran into
The puddles on the pavements edge
From clouds and mist and dew

Yet now when torrents tumble down
From darkened skies above
And water gushes down the street
And gullies overflow
As pools of water fill to brim
From sharpened watery spears
That lash from heavens open wide
I try to hide my tears

And run against this weather’s tide
The damp and misery
Fighting against the drizzle and
The wetness that abounds
A battle twixt the will to stay
Inside the warm and dry
Less memories from childhood days
When rains fell from the sky

Memories (Haiku)

Memories like cake
Made from different foodstuffs
Yet mixed with one whisk

The Elephant In The Room

They told me that the elephant
Would just never forget
And so with failing memory
I went outside to get
Myself an elephant to come
And memorise for me
All those things I would fail to store
In later history

I bid this elephant to pave
His neural corridors
With recollections in his mind
To open up the doors
Of mnemonic strategy
Recall what would not stick
In hope that friendly elephant
Would capture them real quick

But sadly it did not work out
For tell him as I did
To hold my thoughts up in his brain
Even for a few quid
He simply didn’t understand
As I had so presumed
And that is how he became the
Elephant in the room

Déjà Vu World

The olfactory sensation of freshly ground coffee beans
Wafting into her nasal cavities from the chic Parisian café
The visual explosion of colour in the square before her
Vibrantly signalling Spring was on its way
The auditory symphony of acquainted dulcet tones
Drifting through the hum of morning traffic
The car horns, the revving engines, the sirens, the bicycle bells
The general melee of a new day
Yet somehow, playing with her neural networks
A familiar memory was dancing in the ether
Like a glimpse of yesterday now in the present
As though she’d been there before
As though she’d seen these sights
And imbued these sensations
Pin pricks of consciousness in her déjà vu world

A Memory

To light a memory like a candle
Glowing brightly in the moment
Illuminating the past with an intensity
That fills the mind’s eye
Before it flickers and recedes
To lie dormant until the wick is re-lit

Lego Memory

Like lego pieces scattered
That come to form a whole
Your memory is similarly
A process that enrols
So many different areas
Of a brain it isn’t true
But memories are what make up
Yourself. Agreed?  It’s true!

From what you had for breakfast
To what you did last week
The colour of those socks you wore
The way Aunt Ethel speaks
Your spellings and times tables
The way you get to school
The names of friends and family
Not to forget the rules

And so just to remember
Your brain has much to do
To code and store and then retrieve
What a hullabaloo!
So get to work and focus
Get busy one, two, three
And let’s get all braintastic
To improve your memory!

Lego bricks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Memories

If there are memories I recall
It’s things that touch me so
From sights I see to things I hear
To smells and tastes that go
Around to nudge my senses
To tickle and delight
My feelings and emotions in
A way that shine out bright
And plant right there forever
To stay the length of time
As memories form part of me
My reason and the rhyme

 

Fading Memories

There is a door
Enticing; alluring
That draws me closer
Bids me to enter
Beckons me to go through
And yet the key escapes me
It evades my touch
Hanging out of reach
On a silver thread above the door
Woven like the silk of a spider’s web
Dangling in the shadows ahead
Occasionally catching the odd ray of sun
That beams in a single dart

So many times have I unlocked that door
So many times have I entered
And walked in the garden the other side
The garden of memories
Pictures of the past
Sentiments, emotions, recollections
Where the feet of yesterday
Are the footholds of today
A landscape of verdant pastures
Beautiful flowers in full bloom
The scents and perfumes alive
And the sounds, the sights, the sensations
Drawing the images of life now spent

But now the key to the past vanishes
Slowly evaporating in the folds of age
Greying into obscurity
Dissipating into the ether
So that only sometimes can I take hold of her
And walk through the door and reminisce
Yet soon I will never go through again
And then what will I have?
Memories gone forever
Lost behind the door
The key lost in the web of life
A dark corridor in which to wander
Without the glories of the garden beyond