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Sonnet Retirement Poems | Sonnet Poems About Retirement

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Punctuated in Time

Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies but more catastrophe

Ambidextrous clock with appalling brevity
Bullies time in a sausage factory
Caught on the hook of an apostrophe
Hit and run humanity

With what shall I beseech thee?
Amix with soot and grime am I today
I painted me....!  I mascara'd me!
Not this... warpaint for smudges
A discard of society

Sunk in dank mediocrity
Left to dream on the periphery
Sacked and sold with all their niceties
And pensioned off into obscurity

Cascading through the fingers of our hands
Runs the groaning Namib sands
Camel plods along ignoring facts
Dali's clock is molten wax

But the Terrabyte of Megabitten memory
Forgets to call or just to visit me

Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016

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Retirement- A Time to Rest

Hibernation collects the highest rank calmness, walloping in the coolest hole sleep possesses wealth in the biggest bank activity in a minimal role tough muscles on old age can't play a prank whatever height not yet reached, stop the pole to weary bones and a weak mind, be frank to heal already found sores on each sole it is the time for time to have mercy the end romance still needs that approval productivity has made life spicy relaxation, ready to shape it oval what remains to Life, so cool and icy as death waits to have a permanent val.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.

Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013

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Off the Bench

my baseball playing days in Teeners league
hardly played my main position was bench
by not playing I never had fatigue
use to dream of being like Johnny Bench

in the navy I wasn’t on the bench
I was a star during those times at sea
In France I even spoke a little French
my time out at sea I truly felt free

those days are gone yet I’m reliving them
poetry has been that light at the end
it has nothing to do with my brain stem
I admit this is my life no pretend

I have lived on a bench for a few years
it felt that way yet I never shed tears

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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When Retirement Comes

At first you’re free to spend your days
To roam the earth, if wealth obeys.
Choose not to do those daily tasks
Instead, out in the sun to bask.

Each day as new adventure’s sought
Regret seeps in, you really ought…
To do something more with each year
To waste time is your greatest fear.

As you slow down thoughts will unfurl
What mark did you make on this world?
A new path lays before you now
To make life matter, you must vow…

“I will not stop. I’ll carry on
Until my final breath is drawn”

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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Malpractice




                                 Malpractice




                      Doctor, Doctor yes I am back again
                  Stop telling me to take a seat my friend
                Millions of other peoples money you spend
              Without the helping hand you promise to lend

            You're really not a physician just playing pretend
                 Another unneeded prescription you extend
             Then off to your pharmacy downstairs you send
         I am putting you on notice so you better comprehend

              That this profession for you is now a dead end
         Stop your practice or to another realm you'll descend
              Damned to Hell with your soul is what I intend
            So listen close and take this advice I recommend

       Here is your resignation that I've already perfectly penned
           Dot your T's, cross your eyes because this is the end...


                                   
                                 bmdavey@04/27/16

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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Young and Reckless

Got drunk as a skunk, at a debutante
Eye catching tat I want.  With no regrets
a masterpiece of art that I can flaunt
clearly expressing my love for Begretz


Fritz  loves Begretz on a red  crimson heart.
When the artist was  done  the tattoo read
Ritz loves  Begets on a red  crimson heart
With grieve I departed , I know I’m dead

Pearl, in no way cared,   that was a big void
I’m all wrinkled wishing I was younger
Instead of  guessing  and getting  annoyed
now you know  the tattoo is no longer

Young  and reckless,   no  more needs to be said
I’m still alive with the  life that  I led

9/3/2016


Poetry Contest 
Which Of The Four Would You Choose -  cartoon #4 
  
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick |  

Sonnet: 10 syllables per line, rhyme scheme abab, cdcd, efef, gg ..Fourteen lines with last two lines like a summary of the poem..

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016