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Short Retirement poem by Robert Heemstra| Details | |

Hello arthritis

Pain from joint to joint
or am I losing my mind
hello artritis

Short Retirement poem by Mark J. Halliday| Details | |

Tranquility

Log in the fireplace,
Enjoying a good author
While petting my dog

Short Retirement poem by Sallam Yassin| Details | |

Retirement of my beef

Horse who won in Yorkshire
Last year how come
To be a  beef in my menu  this year

Short Retirement poem by RUDOLPH RINALDI| Details | |

pic nic

sitting on  green grass 
watching a large black ant climb up my leg 
sipping red wine from a plastic cup

Short Retirement poem by Anna J Carroll| Details | |

No Praise

Resistant to all
No love in my heart
No care for anything
I'm ripping apart
No feelings for anyone
No passion inside
No sympathy still
No remorse to hide

Short Retirement poem by Don Schaeffer| Details | |

The Insanity of the Old


Protected from the past, 
insulated in a box 
made of star-dust, 
closed where it 
points to the earth 
but open toward the 
vacuum of the sky,

why does he
bring the old world back 
when he creates his dreams?

Short Retirement poem by Steinar Gismeroy Olafsen| Details | |

Retired

Strolling around town 
At prohibited time 
Ignoring the church bell sounds
While I see people hurrying 
Down the sidewalk
On their way to work 

Think maybe I'll find 
Pen and paper
And have a coffee somewhere 

Or maybe not

Short Retirement poem by Ken Jordan| Details | |

Tall Grass

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Tall Grass 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


Some folks 
like
Beverly Hills -

But,

Beverly Hills,
ain't 
for me -

I prefer
a 
place

on 
the open 
plains,

where 
Windmill's
turn,

And

Tall Grass
grows -

Short Retirement poem by RUDOLPH RINALDI| Details | |

a package from Amazon

getting old
sitting on my rocker
waiting for mail 

a package
from Amazon 
with my first fast elder walker with seat

they say that this fast elder walker with seat
could last 
up to ten years to the day

I do pray 
that this walker 
is not my last 

and that it and I 
don’t go too fast

Short Retirement poem by Frederic Parker| Details | |

Evening on the Pier

Sunsets from the pier
They paint a string of reds
As the horizon spreads
Soon a soft gray

To be alone in thought
Where the pier and sea meet
Away from the loud street
To await night

Finding peace and quiet
Free from a working day
On this pier I will stay
Consumed by stars


Frederic Parker
contest..On the Pier
7/10/14

Short Retirement poem by Venkat Ragavan| Details | |

The exudate of charisma

I did with sinking heart, notice
Ask me what, and I will deliver sans prejudice.
Minus three from a decade being on precipice,
Yet hammered for erecting defensive rise,
His self-belief pervaded poll's vice.
Thus ploughed he, relentless and determined
towards staggering recordings of happy lies.
Finally he did recede, failing entry's justice.

Short Retirement poem by Dan Keir| Details | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Short Retirement poem by ilene bauer| Details | |

Re-Tired

Here’s a thought I had today
(And really, it’s inspired):
It’s possible to be exhausted
When you are retired.

For if, in your retirement,
Some interests you’ve acquired,
You may be far too busy
For the sleep that you’ve required.

So if a work cessation is
A goal that you’ve desired,
Accept the fact that you will be 
Both “re” and “re”-less tired.

Short Retirement poem by Tom Wright| Details | |

We're Never Satisfied

Oft times, as we near trail's end,
We discover that we've used up our days,
Just chasing wind through the trees.

Exploring our "what ifs" of life trend,
Always glinting hinder as if through a haze,
Thoughts that time seemed to freeze.

Only then, with lesser days to spend,
Is psyche surrendered to much malaise,
On finding trees gone and wind a breeze.


Short Retirement poem by Julian Bohan| Details | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si

Short Retirement poem by Jon A Cavanaugh| Details | |

Retirement

The retirement age for SSB
Is fast approaching seventy
And age past which - we should retire
Leaving little time - 'til we expire

We'll take pills to medicate
Which will keep us somewhat healthy
And are over priced - as merchandise
But make others - very wealthy

Our fixed incomes won't keep up
With run away inflation
So we'll sit at home - we'll eat like birds
And live in caged - anticipation

Short Retirement poem by DrJim Martin| Details | |

Retirement Plan

 Retirement Plan

Dr. James E. Martin
©February, 2013

Now that I’ve reached a ripe old age,
I sit on the porch and sip sweet tea.
Some may question the wisdom in this,
My response is simply, “It works for me!”

Jealousy is undoubtedly fostered in some,
For that matter anger may surely arise.
I simply continue in my well designed plan
And know that many my life they despise.




Short Retirement poem by Vicki Acquah| Details | |

INTELLIGENCE

Kind eyes peer 
out of pages 
gentle features 
of grace replace 
calculated poses 
touched by 
the sun-The sun 
brush-stroked 
color --into his 
cheeks and face 
hints of roses. 
And yes 
I believe 
my eyes as they 
report. 
No doubt- 
Obviously we have 
met here before.. 
Yet unscathed 
by this world 
We come back 
There could be more 
like us 
So we are here 
to watch and wait

Short Retirement poem by John Posey| Details | |

Haiku Shoppe

Great idea here Let’s open a Haiku Shoppe They go great with beer Easy to find I’m told They hide under nibs of pens Don’t let them get old To make a great stew Take a limerick or two Mix well with Haiku If all has gone well And your mix has turned out right You’re ready to sell One more thing to do We must put them on a bun - Sit and have a few Written by John Posey 12/22/12

Short Retirement poem by Dan Keir| Details | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Short Retirement poem by Gordon McConnell| Details | |

Free From Time

During most of life's years
time has a grip upon mankind
in our working years clock bound
looking for freedom in our mind

Then when one comes to retire
from one's working years on earth
you feel like a bird set free
making you think returning to birth

So now not having any clock control
freed from it's alarming hold
so today living free from time
where yesterday set in its mould

Enjoy now today being free
for its whats meant to be

Short Retirement poem by Seosamh De Burca| Details | |

A Hug's Breath



Silent tears as friends hug restricted bodies,
Lingering awkward silences for moments long gone.
A hugs breath on his cheek as friends leave him alone,
Lingering smoke and whiskey shades tints the mind.
A parting quip and a crystal tear shivers in the air,
The gesture wave of failing friendship walks unsteady.
A lonely discomfort nips the soul, a hugs breath,
Clutching a card stained with friends pain,
He leaves for home and retirements reign.



2008 © S.de B.

Short Retirement poem by Jack Ellison| Details | |

Sweet



Woke up this morning, looked at the clock Bleary eyed, thought it read 5:23 Way too early... turned over and went back to sleep Woke up again which seemed like 10 minutes later The clock read 7:42 Thought for a moment in my stupor Holy crap! Gotta get up! Hey wait a minute... I'm retired No one's waiting for me to solve any problems To create a market plan for a new product My big easy chair awaits... SWEET © Jack Ellison 2014

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