Retirement Adventure Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until the path got narrow
Yes, in our way, we reached the top
And then became quite cynical 
For our decline, we could not stop
In descending from that pinnacle 
It matters not, how far we reached
Upon life's twisted routes and bends 
It's knowing that we've seen the summit
And that our journey, must slow, then end
                                                   By JTCurtis

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014




Details | Lyric |
Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
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
!!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013




Details | Bio |
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.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
A career as a nurse 
Is not for the feeble 
Good nurses are made of 
The strongest of people 

And you were a nurse
Who for 25 years 
Put your strength, heart, and soul 
Into your career 

For your work on the ACTT team 
An award was received 
You helped shape a system 
That gives patients reprieve 

And always your ethics 
Were not up for bids 
You went forth with vigor  
In all that you did

You deserve your retirement 
May it bring you great joy
As you brought to your clients 
While you were employed 
By

Kyle Kriticos

Copyright © Kyle kriticos | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
The seaside...now there is a place I like to be,
To get away from the city the neighbours and some family,
To lay on the beach without a care at all,
Watching people swimming, sunbathing or just playing with a ball,
At the seaside you can eat fish and chips,
Or you can simply gaze at the distant ships,
Listening to the rocks crackle in the ebb and flow,
Of the blue crisp ocean going to and fro,
The cool sea breeze and Cornish ice cream,
Will always be with me in a seaside dream,
Yeah I really love to be by the coast,
And I hate going home the most,
So one day I will make the move and live by the sea,
Until I get old and life’s had enough of me.

Copyright © Robin Silver | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Rare hidden gem in Florida
Home to Thomas Edison,
Harvey Firestone; Henry Ford
America hidden blessing
Golden history landmark Royal Palm Hotel
Where the rich and famous relax
Palm trees sway proudly on Edison Ave
Caloosahatchee River 
Where you can go to escape the world
Cry your blues away 
City where the tropical savanna at its finest
Enjoy the ocean facing gulf of Mexico
Ride the strip of the beach
Sanibel and Captiva Island
Known for their pearly white sands
Tropical paradise
Take you to another place 
Estero a city that motivates 
Motivates to dream big
Robert Edward Lee
Lee county
Oh faithful American General 
Ft Myers home of snow birds 
Soaking up the tropical climate
Soaking up some Ft Myers memories
Memories that last a lifetime

Copyright © Patrice Trice Jackson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Heroic Couplets |
It's couplet time but I am shy one person short of a couple.
If I don't find a partner soon, I'm going to be in trouble.

I understand they call the term "set in their ways".
Or content to be on my own, oh happy days.

For too long now I've ruled my roost and jumped into my car.
Whenever the notion takes me to drive near or far.

Especially now the kids are grown and living far afield.
I can make an excuse to visit them and drop in for a meal.

Couples are nice to look at from a distance now I find.
I no longer wish I had a he who I was his and he was mine.

Dining out is so passe, I much prefer to eat at home.
Or even order take out, by simply lifting the phone.

My couple days are over, I'm a born again spinster now.
Roll on rockin' retirement, who needs a man anyhow?

22/08/2016


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Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
OLD WEATHERED BIKER

Come sit by my side and stories be told
of bikes and good times on open road
Winding our way to destinations desired
under wind, rain and sun all mired
Nature reminding us of its command
take in its grandeur from hills to sand
Conversation with those who are there
living the dream with experiences to share
A beer, a laugh and a wave goodbye
we will meet again when the day is nigh

Old boots now sit with leather in strife
a revealing glimpse to a wilder life
Us replicas as dust gathers round
weathered old men riding wheels to the ground
Once young and full of passionate desire
now happy to reminisce by an open fire

Come sit by my side and I will reveal
life lived unabashed and truly real
Man and his bike forever entwined
till death do part and one left behind

Copyright © Di Shaughnessy | Year Posted 2017