Robert Heemstra| Details | |
Pain from joint to joint
or am I losing my mind
Mark J. Halliday| Details | |
Log in the fireplace,
Enjoying a good author
While petting my dog
Sallam Yassin| Details | |
Horse who won in Yorkshire
Last year how come
To be a beef in my menu this year
RUDOLPH RINALDI| Details | |
sitting on green grass
watching a large black ant climb up my leg
sipping red wine from a plastic cup
Anna J Carroll| Details | |
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
Don Schaeffer| Details | |
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?
Steinar Gismeroy 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
Ken Jordan| Details | |
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Tall Grass
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
Beverly Hills -
for me -
RUDOLPH RINALDI| Details | |
sitting on my rocker
waiting for mail
with my first fast elder walker with seat
they say that this fast elder walker with seat
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
Frederic Parker| Details | |
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
contest..On the Pier
Venkat Ragavan| Details | |
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.
Dan Keir| Details | |
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
ilene bauer| Details | |
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.
Tom Wright| Details | |
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.
Julian Bohan| Details | |
RIPAE BENI DEAU VER
In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
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.
DrJim Martin| Details | |
Dr. James E. Martin
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.
Vicki Acquah| Details | |
Kind eyes peer
out of pages
of grace replace
the sun-The sun
color --into his
cheeks and face
hints of roses.
my eyes as they
Obviously we have
met here before..
by this world
We come back
There could be more
So we are here
to watch and wait
John Posey| Details | |
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
Tom Hitt| Details | |
So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.
Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.
And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
Dan Keir| Details | |
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.
Gordon McConnell| Details | |
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
Seosamh De Burca| Details | |
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.
Jack Ellison| Details | |
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