80 Poems - Poems about 80

80 years ago I was a toddler when the British bombers tried to find the airport, they didn't but dropped bombed on the town of Stavanger instead I was sent to a farm that happened to be next door to a German camp near where the Russian  prisoner lived The German soldier let me sit on their gigantic and feed scraps to the...

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D-Day + 80 They came as boys but left as men. Their prayers cried, please not again!!! When war intrudes young lives transcend. Lives marching forth, as others end. With hate and vile come enemies, to kill and maim; atrocities. Can peace prevail when hatred boils? The soldier cares not for the spoils. American soldiers were never invaders or occupiers. They have always moved as liberators....

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CONTINUES PART II: Then she departs, ... his newfound friend stands (clueless me, no intro of her) I with Rick ... waiting wife comes--(Hellooo Oh) newfound by brochure stand he says, "My wife Kris." "Hm" <--(My utterance--smiling, as I'm at a lost for words) Hollywood idol, Mark Harmon, of NCIS, fame, ex kid brother dragged dirt open, aim to de-fame Fam's name. Mark's Hollywood...

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MY Collaboration with Ricky Nelson in the Last Days of 1980 The eventful news of that day about what was found on board that crashed plane, won't replace that particular memory of Mr. Rick Nelson's hearty laughing along with his wife, Mrs. Kris Nelson, who maintained some level of dignity, cupped her lips with her...

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I could write a sonnet or maybe a play I could have gone epic in hopes to relay What snippets say better in stations of rhyme And carry within them —a power sublime (Dreamsleep: August, 2023)...

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Damian Stood in the Hugh room Surveying the expansiveness of The place. "Yeah, this will be a Imperial family event in my house. The judges will be here too. There were two large tables The capacity was almost Immeasurable. Upon Entrance To the Room a huge star The Seal of Solomon, made Of crystal hung high on The wall...

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I do not have any inkling for a topic of a poem to write on, When I am 80 years old, it will be a nice poem to say that I am old, With the lost muse, everything will be come on. When I am slow at doing my chores, I tell my kids, I am getting old, They...

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Since I reached 80 years of life time has moved too fast but in slow motion I oftentimes feel embarrassed at what I became and what I could have been but old men dream more of the what could have beens Not what they became That truth is oftentimes embarrassing but not in your case, my son you...

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Welcome to the world precious, little Kent Lee. We are so glad that you made your way to us. Though it was a roundabout way, as you can see, You came into this world with very little fuss. You have brought joy to all who you see before you And we will surround you with nothing but love. Throughout your life,...

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80 years since I was born, now in old age my sight is shorn but in a cruel world of pain there’s hesitation to complain, for always standing at the door are worse examples of life's gore. I had my time to view the joy to start ascent when as a boy I first climbed paths to those high peaks where love...

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I hope by the time I’m 80 I’d have written a million notes to you Pieces I’d read to myself in secret And feel the passion fan my youth to flames Septuagenarian I hope to your features, I’m no alien I hope your body still yells my name I hope your fire never stops coursing my veins Even at sixty Still...

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I was a Paul girl way back when; Read every magazine. His face was plastered on my walls, Like every Beatles teen. I screamed my head off watching When they showed up on TV. It was the greatest thing that ever Happened, then, to me. I bought each record, saw each film And followed his career. That first infatuation Didn’t fully disappear. Today Sir Paul turns...

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Celestial gift ...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How simple are the circles in which life turns How strange are its tangled fingers Through intricate woven tapestry burns The wonder that yet lingers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They made their way to the mercantile using the paths less traveled, Lumi hiding his ears with his hair as best as he could, the deer having been left on the plateau unharnessed and...

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Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981 I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops I felt sizzling hot Everyone ahead of me was inching along What is wrong with all these OLD people? I raced around them I had never heard of black ice And now I was its victim. My Mustang flew off Interstate 80 I was upside down, ready...

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