70 Poems - Poems about 70

70 Degrees in August

The white vinyl plastic skirting waves at me 
There is a discarded orange peel
Halfway down the driveway 
From a mailbox walk.
I stepped over it yesterday and smiled 
thinking of Ryan.
He loves oranges. 
There is a curly blonde little boy
Smiling at us over a baby gate. 
Soon, we will make breakfast. 
Dad is on the couch

70 percent Love, 100 percent Pretend

I gave you all of me,
But you counted only what you liked.
You held my hand,
But never held my heart right.

I poured in 100% love,
You drank just enough to stay,
70% maybe—
But I kept acting like that was okay.

We were photos with filters,
Smiles stitched on pain,
A play that fooled the crowd
But drained us behind the frame.

I pretended

My Uncle turns 70

Seven decades and going strong
swimming the currents of Life on song,
with ease and elegance he swims
gold medals in galore he wins,
In Physics and Maths he is wired
of its energy and speed, never is he tired,
in the game of chess he will checkmate
yet in Life he is your choicest mate,
he scales the mountains in his hikes
maybe

MIRO titlista 67-70

hair
  tasselled
    encircled
a
sleeping
         smile

hair
    awakened
a
   beautiful
        flame

shadows
   loitering
in
tenderness
turn
  to
     the sun

unlearning
   piercing
       music

Three lessons this 70 year old failed to learn early

Lesson one:
Do what you can wile you can.

Lesson Two:
Wherever possible avoid being the one who states  the obvious.

Lesson Three:
Do not give too much away for free.

Lesson Four:
Avoid getting caught throwing out leftover food at any cost, and you too
could get to be seventy.
(I learned this lesson early and this could be why I can

70 and the new me

New Year's DAY 2024
I woke up this morning to find I am now ten plus three score,
With thoughts galore,
About this being a false score,
And wondering what is in store,
Now that 70 is the new me for sure,
With a new decade I need to explore,
And no way back to the one before.

But before I finish here,
There

Jack 70

I know of this deep dark pool

I swim there often

I know it’s deep

But I have no idea how deep it really is 

Sometimes I dive below the surface 

Not knowing how far it will take me 

But I always find enough air to surface again

It can take my breath away

But then my lungs fill with

In My Day - Bitcoin Poem 070

If there must be trouble now
Let this happen in my day
With my fight - a peace endow
So children live a better way

If there must be tyranny
I choose now to rise and stand
Resist a broken currency
With all the strength that I command

This reflection - well applied
Makes duty clear to choose the right
We can awaken - turn

Chapter 70 --Damian Delilah Mallory: the Polly Conundrum

Molly and Dolly were in their 
New getaway room on the top 
Floor listening to music.
While Damian spent time with 
The kids in the backyard. He
Wanted to install a pool for the
Youngest children, then switch 
For a bigger model after they
Were older. He'd talk it over 
With Delilah and Mallory and
The kids. 
Molly interrupted Dolly's

70

(I wrote this poem when I turned 60…already somewhat old and gray
and now that I’m am 70…it’s still appropriate today.

I’ve lived through another decade with family and friends still sharing hopes and dreams and fears…and if we’re all lucky you’ll be reading this poem again…
when I turn 80 in ten years.)

I have always felt a

No Title, Yet - 70

Dear Elizabeth, I hope everything’s good with you.
I know that it’s been many years since we’ve spoken.
You were my favorite friend among those that I knew.
I wish that my promise to keep in touch wasn’t broken.

I wish that I had come to Indy more to visit.
You were always such a fun person to be around.
If

Beauty and Strength - Tanka 70

                                        Get down and get up
          

Summer of '70

School was out for the summer,
and the summer heat was beaming.
The children were playing, getting wet
and cool by the blasting fire hydrants.
Even in a thriving metropolis such as Chicago,
'The innocence' was dropping like rain on the pavement
in the summer of 70.              

Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 70

Joulupukki was hastily making preparations for his morning departure when Lumi and Chroí entered the room.  When he saw them he hurried over to help Chroí find a suitable chair in which to sit.  The cheer in his voice was audible as he spoke.  
     “How wonderful, Chroí.

Sonnet 70 'I Still Awaken In the Deep of Night'

I still awaken in the deep of night,
And chase the shadowed shapes that flee the Light.
Within my heart a shadow standing there
A silhouette that prints itself on air
And are you there, still, my beloved Bride?
The gate is open, and there at your side,
A silhouette of Light – can that be Me?
The Celestial Man that waits

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