88 Poems - Poems about 88

You can live your life believing all will end well However, where we end up we can’t really foretell Expectantly looking forward, to a time of warm peaceful bliss But if continually knocked down, would golden really be like this That so called period of the golden years Sometimes easily drifts away in darkness and tears ...

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Early afternoon. The Solomon Were in their, (according to Damali) Club house. But the reality of the Circumstance is this. The Club House was the Damian Domaine. Damian's Billards. Damian didn't Know it was their chosen hangout. As the day layed long. Damian Hakim was making his rounds From one establishment to the Next. The billards was packed With the...

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Lovely ebony and ivory Together in harmony Packed in wood Sounds so so good But before melodies can be heard There must be a pair that are unencumbered Yes A talented two Definitely will do Gifted fingers that are light and feathery Swiftly across the keys, rendering a sweet melody Chopin and Tyner are gently on my mind Beautifully tickling the keys, oh so sublime...

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Reuniting with old friends is always lots of fun, Because it’s been years since we’ve seen each other. Back at the ballpark again for baseball in the sun Swapping stories about our new lives as mothers. It’s hard to believe so many years have gone by, Yet, we all still look the same…well, almost the same. We should keep in touch,...

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I am looking for a book I left on a train back in 88. A book concerning explorations made on the Metropolitan line between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Croxley. An odyssey only reaching its destination today as I now circle low over the Jovian moon Calisto. Close to her sad old face I can see that she was a good mother and an unfaithful wife. Diana, Zeus clad in...

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“Lumi, what food do we have left in the sleigh,” Joulupukki asked the elf. “A good deal of it, dried meat, bread, jam, nuts and most of the dried fruit. Why?” Then it dawned on him, “we do not have enough to fill these Trolls.” “What if...

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I drove my truck into town, 88 degrees, hot and humid No A/C, I was stuck in traffic, with road work and tourists My radio blared to get me through, turned many heads The grocery store had many empty shelves and prices high! Yes, a pound of American cheese 7.60, other things doubled On my way home stuck in...

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Salvation is such a real longing for those having real godly hope holding onto God's precious promises looking for comfort enabling to cope Wineskin in the smoke that's what it feels no matter what never forget the Lord in His word do trust all of the day whatever time it takes hold His chord Endurance must be prolonged so come Lord my persecutors show...

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summer of delight friends in all the right places taste of happiness...

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Your only friend is darkness? Heman the Ezrahite. That's not how to end your psalm, with ache of lonely soul, awake to darkness fall each day, to deepest darkest hole as morning clears the dark away. Yet you persist, Heman, to have your say, to steel your darkened heart to pray. Suffered from your youth, and always close to...

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'Remember the Times.' ...

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Until the drought of '88 Euphonic sounds adorned his walls, as he, his wife, and daughter ate and laughter tripped through carefree halls. His wife caressed the ivoried keys until the drought of '88, their daughter sang with youthful ease; each day a gift to celebrate. That baby grand now bears the weight of dust and silenced dreams once dreamed. Until the drought of...

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I saw her walking out the door, Eyes met as we took the lift, Hands touched, when we hit the bar, I asked her out, that was her gift. Went for a drive by sea and shore, We watched the tide, I sensed a shift. She took me to her room and said: “Before we start, my name is Ted!” The moral of...

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the shaping of a rhyme...

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drifting away far far away, the mood lingers long: life lived moment by moment... a precious ...

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