62 Poems - Poems about 62

Life is a beating heart New born, beating heart First day at school, beating heart First kiss, beating heart ...

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Monday morning most merrily Must have been a splendid Summer sleeping sort of a Night. Everyone was festive and Bright despite being hungry. Damian and Dolly did the Food shopping while Molly Stayed at the hotel with the Children. "Can we have room Service?" Remarked Justin. Matthias and Barrington both Joined the noise, uttering "Yeah, we're hungry, we're Hungry mommy." ...

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I've been writing since I was 13 and I am 62 year's of young age, we live, we learn, we grow, day after day life turns the page. I have been on many different poetry sight's since 1975 you see, the truth about the different sight's show's only one difference to me. The only thing that...

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What am I really most thankful for, this year? What is it that is most important to me? As the holiday season really draws near, I start analyzing where I want to be. Towards the end of each year, I do the same thing, I look back at my life and wonder what’s next. I love introspection and the moods it...

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Believe it or not I STOPPED shaving in 1962 My beard should be down to the floor Well that's not exactly correct Trim every couple of months or so To attract the ladies and boy did that work Can't keep them away with a weapon Played 5-string banjo in a folk group in '62 Recorded an album and appeared on TV So...

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My first introduction when I moved in across the hall Was a lovely older lady, who stood under five feet tall She came up to my door to say welcome and hello And to tell me of the neighbours, some above and some below. She invited me over for a drink, I assumed a coffee or a tea Vodka, gin...

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I was on the second floor My window open for the breeze When from below I heard a sneeze Then just silence, nothing more. The next day I investigated The hollowed bush below my window Within it tidy piles, stacked all in a row So I waited for the night, breath bated. I heard the rattling of bike spokes and careful movements in the...

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Another neighbour in the building I saw him from my balcony. He Twisted up a plastic bag and carefully hid it, under the tree. He went back to his car and waited, Then eventually, drove away. I waited for hours until it was dark To see if someone would collect it that day When no one ever came to see I gave up and...

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This most peculiar man Who did handstands in the pool Always in the shallow end In his speedo, to stay cool? I've seen him dance in the street alone This most peculiar man Or out lying on the public grass Working on his his tan. But mostly I saw him by the water His banana hammock donned. This most peculiar man Some of the neighbours,...

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The scent of linen, Slacks, creams, leather. Mellow tunes. Soft muted bustle. We move promptly to our quest. In the purse, Mom’s hard won cash. ~ The shoe department... Always with my size and style. The well-groomed salesman, His warm charm sooths my unease At the cold chrome size device. ~ Brylcreem, tweed, Old Spice. Soft caring hands hold my feet. New shoes. Perfect fit. And now,...

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Joulupukki hesitated for a few seconds, “I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but what if we feed the magic corn to a team of deer and they pull a small sleigh across the sky rather than through the snow.” He quickly continued. “The distance would...

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Early season wind, a butterfly stoop towards:-, is it to west or east?....

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I’ll sleep no sleep of death, while I am here! There’s work to do, I’ll fight, while it is day! I’ll be your hands and feet, for you are near As my own heart… your Presence, something fey And golden as a halo made of stars, A wreath of laurels, rosemary and bay Laid at the feet of God. Sing...

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a poetic feeling...

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my head's in a whirl, lost.. where am I? who will find us.. is there enough time... run run that way In spired by Theme to 40's radio thriller Dick Barton...

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