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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 Halliday| Details |


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 Brian Strand| Details |

A crystalline ode


crumbling deadwood in composting leaves,

retirement brings a life of ease

Short Retirement poem by amber davis| Details |



Short term the school.

Long term the house of love.

A career until retirement.

My world.

Short Retirement poem by jay del fierro| Details |

Pension Fund Raiders

                 Fox in the henhouse

             retirement nesteggs eyed,

                bond market shakeup...

Short Retirement poem by Mitch White| Details |


I lost my job two years ago today

Unemployment ran out sometime in May

Saving cans you know

Still play the Lotto

My little retirement plan, per se

Short Retirement poem by C. L. Thornton| Details |


With the work week mostly sedentary
weve sat accumulating years
on our large lethargic rears 
what better place for a late or early
retirement than a quiet cemetery?

Short Retirement poem by Andrew Crisci| Details |


Eh, pal what are your chances of winning?
Ah, you could have banked all this saving
for an early retirement...
to cherish that sentiment!
When you're completely broke, start cringing!

Short Retirement poem by jack horne| Details |

old Smeaton's Tower

old Smeatons Tower
spends its retirement dreaming
recalling its youth

no light in its eyes
glares at the young usurper
on Eddystone reef

Jack Horne for Russells In the Light of Haiku contest

Short Retirement poem by Joe Maverick| Details |

Dinosaurs misty vale, curtains

World scene..'

Dinosaur snuffs noisey,

crash!  eternal silence.

Copyright Joe Maverick 2010

(breaking news) Dinosaur writes , for SKATS contest.
back to extinction...i mean retirement for now..!

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 Olafsen| Details |


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 Mayra Lucas| Details |


Oh death, death, death

When will you feast be over?

When will you be gratified?

When will get exhausted?

when will all your energy be used up?

When will you excuse yourself?

When will your own spell come to you?

When will your heart be content?

For all of us are  anxious for you retirement

Short Retirement poem by Singh Ram Krishna| Details |



Ive outlived

the winters


and depressing rains

in a human zoo

I can live

my retirement too

without pension and


the wheelchair

doesnt frighten

I can live

uncared and unknown

survive broken home

the numbness of the


the  pain in the


and inflation too

Short Retirement poem by chris hardy| Details |


Follow the money

maybe somewhere 

far, far away

hidden, divided

follow the money

lips that can't speak

eyes that will not see

ears that have forgotten

how it came to be

retirement can be long

time to pad the nest

living the lifestyle

must have the best

take it all

who will tell

spend it wisely

at the mall in hell

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 Dalila Agtani| Details |


<center>I maybe bored
To the extent of googling
How to use the toilet bowl properly
Amazingly, there is a detailed answer 
How dare U-tube gives so much information
An  informal education, yet
Informative to the laymans need and curiosity!
Hmmm, I maybe bored
A retirement aftermath (in my case)
The unstructured time available
Has turned me into a jack of all trades!</center>

Short Retirement poem by Glen Enloe| Details |

Labor Day

He never made retirement

palmed sallow watch.

Years bled bloodless,

stooped obliquely

in steel mills.

Mother said

he was tired

so tired

as he drank

last days in liquid slurs.

The mill closed

after his death

now both rustle bones,

remember russet dreams

of molten metals

faint as old billboards

whispering what once was

but never was

in rust-washed wind. 

Short Retirement poem by Elton Camp| Details |

The Senile Chemistry Professor

The Senile Chemistry Professor

By Elton Camp

On retirement old Doc did belong
But he stayed at the job too long

Although his students it did amuse
When ionic and covalent hed confuse

Carbon in organics is never found
To them had a very strange sound

The dean didnt know what to say
But the problem resolved one day

Doc took a drink and was no more
What he thought H20 was H2SO4

Short Retirement poem by Julian Bohan| Details |

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


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


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

Short Retirement poem by Jon A Cavanaugh| Details |


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 Ive 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 Gwen Schutz| Details |

The Day Of Miracles

Today was a day of miracles,

Struggles that are reconciled,

A place to call home again,

God's beautiful blessings,

Friendship, the liason with understanding,

A reprimand of the supernatural,

Difficult passages for a senior,

A restored normal kingdom,

Beautiful rapport with retirement,

Days and nights of blessings,

God's guidance and thankfulness.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

Short Retirement poem by cory long| Details |

my retirement place

<center>LOVE crystal blue seas,

with snow covered sands,

dreaming of this place.</>

<center>Grass skirts, necklaces,

pig roasts and coconut drinks.

Soaking up the rays,

hanging 10 and snorkeling,

a FUN place to retire at.</>

<center>I'm sitting around the fire.

Speak of island legends,

take with me words of wisdom,

and POETRY of this land.</>

Fun and frolic contest

cory long

Short Retirement poem by Erica Gould| Details |

Age is Just a Number

I know that 21 is young,

But inside,

I feel so old.

I've always had to be the adult.

I've never felt my age.

My friends,

Have no problems cutting loose.

They tell me to relax.

I envy their ability to go with the flow.

But too much is at steak for me.

They pay for courses they don't like,

Trial by error.

While I'm,

Planning for retirement.

I know I'm only 21

But age is just a number.

Short Retirement poem by Vicki Acquah| Details |


Kind eyes peer 

out of pages 

gentle features 

of grace replace 

calculated poses 

touched by 

the sun-The sun 


color --into his 

cheeks and face 

hints of roses. 

And yes 

I believe 

my eyes as they 


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 julie heckman| Details |

Why I am content

My life is meadow of wildflowers
a grace to breath into the hours.

Breezes blow calmly upon faces
that fill me with their ardent graces.

My old Chevy runs absolutely great 
but for a tire I may need to wait.

Education will never be over 
and retirement is not for this rover.

The sun's rays are too bright
and shift over the ocean caves.

Aqua-green they rise in the light
home ashore go the foamy waves.

Short Retirement poem by valerie bellefleur| Details |

Lil and Frank

True Story

My hubby's aunt was ninety three

Spry and full of energy

Lost her man of sixty years

Remembered all the joy and tears

Retirement living she could thank

For meeting up with new beau Frank

Her new mate was ninety five

"Hey, she said I'm still alive!'

Lil and Frank have set the stage

Love can flourish at any age

Hand in hand they share their love

Until the call from up above..

Short Retirement poem by John Posey| Details |

Haiku Shoppe

<center> Great idea here

Lets open a Haiku Shoppe

They go great with beer

Easy to find Im told

They hide under nibs of pens

Dont 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

Youre ready to sell

One more thing to do

We must put them on a bun - 

Sit and have a few

Written by John Posey


Short Retirement poem by nette onclaud| Details |


<center><b></em>EXCHANGING DREAMS

two old men
with retirements eyes
exchange dreams
on a bench,
growing tendrils of old age
as cosmos grows dim

they recline
like curled sleeves wrinkling,
on phonograph's needling tunes
crossing young regions</center></b></em>

poetic form:shadorma 

*come and join my shadorma contest!  blog to follow  when
TPS resumes full operating system.

Short Retirement poem by Gordon McConnell| Details |

Lifetime of Work

 No longer at work
 now in retirement
 having worked since school
 many a task I was sent

 Began apprenticeship with electrics
 blew a fuse I'm colour blind
 then work in sweetie store
 before redundancy not too kind

 Worked in many a warehouse
 looking after many a stock
 from food to clothes
 kept busy no time to talk

 Made redundant again last year
 decided to take a rest
 believe it's well earned
 after giving my very best


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 worlds crust.

Friendships ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rockets thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hopes swirling dust.

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

Short Retirement poem by Gwen Schutz| Details |

God's Miracle

Shakespeare's pen surrendered to retirement,

Elizabeth Barrette Browning a constant motivation,

Robert Barette Browning, love's companion,

The mysteries of God's universe,

Discovered by humanity,

Honourable companions of the past,

A memory of contemporary excellence,

Companions of the present,

Defined traditionally,

God's nature encompassing us daily,

Blossoming through the seasons,

A writer's paradise.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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 Bridget Martin| Details |

The End

keep your eyes on the East
be prepared to see the Mark of the Beast
world peace, don't believe what you see
all hell break loose
persecution of the Christian and Jew
God or Satan
whose possession are you
Stock Market is through
corporations took advantage of you
retirement money is a thing of the past
republicans mad
leaders steady stacking their cash
voters know they've been had
end is coming
be prepared for the blast 

Copyright 2001. Bridget S. Martin

Short Retirement poem by Oluwatobi Ogundiran| Details |

That's When I'll Stop Loving You

When Christmas come in June

In the heat of the summer

And two moons shine at noon

In the heavens and yonder

When the cock crows at midnight

And birds croon at twilight

When with harmattan comes sleet

And white bears thrive in the heat

When the sea produces water fresh

And the Inferno freezes over

When the reveille sounds for retirement

And in war no one dies on the battlement

When all these happens, it is true

That's when I'll stop loving you.

Short Retirement poem by Tim Smith| Details |

Life Is What You Make IT


                                Awesome, Beautiful

                          Crawling, Walking, Running

                  Toddler, Student , Retirement, Elderly

                             Falling, Aging, Agonizing

                                   Painful, Lifeless


for Dave Wood's

Life Is What You Make It Contest

Tim Smith


Short Retirement poem by john freeman| Details |

"Tis Smoke, My Bloke"

As the mind of humanitys flesh

Simply wants all of the worlds cash

As bills smell in congress they pass

Laws  resembling methane gas

Poof, aloof, savings gone in a flash

Of cash stash, my soul is free at last

Our retirement savings of cash stashes 

Like bad memories as congress passes 

Their bills smelling like methane gases

Like moles complain of smelling mo__ lasses

As the politics of fresh air clashes

`Tis smoke, my bloke; use miracle glasses

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 © B.

Short Retirement poem by Dalila Agtani| Details |


On Retirement

Retiring or retirement

An innovation  to graduation

Whether it be retirement or graduation

Therell be definitely another actions coming.

Retirement is seeking another endeavor

Why the thought you are in a junction

If we go on the negative of retiring

Then turn passiveness the next time.

So, if you are really tired

Then leap another through

Of tiring or resting

Therefore, you are not in  a crossroad

But between active rather than passive!

Short Retirement poem by Connie Moore| Details |

Old Heart

My Heart Is in Retirement 
I Gave it Too Much Pain 
The Hurt Has Made it Old 
And it Refuses to Love Again 
If My Heart Can't Be Persuaded 
To Give Love Another Try 
Then I May as Well Give up 
And Tell You this Is Goodbye 
Heart and Mind Are Different 
And Do Not Always Agree 
They Leave Me in Confusion 
But the Heart Does Hold the Key 
So I Don't Know What to Do 
But I Have to Make this Stop 
My Mind Says I Do Need Love 
But My Heart Says I Do Not 
Connie Moore 
1 2 93 

Short Retirement poem by Joe Maverick| Details |


Encased in corruption white and frail mocking life!

it travels within on our journey in strife, and though

feeling its form with each move that we make we

blindside the presence and statement it makes!we

gaze on the form and connotate to beauty, yet its

end is apparant forbidding indeed! once departed a

shell its inheritance dust, and therewith possesion

derision and lust!

written cirica 1991, for Paula Swansons contest (now i'm out)

of retirement! well sort of.

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