Retirement Happy Poems

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Details | I do not know? |
My most beloved teacher
For the past three years 
You have taught me lot of things
Though most of the time
The subjects you taught are a bit boring
Though I have slept many times in class
You still noticed me and called my name
Though sometimes you are hilarious
Which makes everybody smile all day
Though sometimes your jokes have taken too far
I still like you very much
My friends also like you very much
I also hoping that you would
Stay a bit longer 
Thank you for everything
Happy retirement,Mr Lim

By Nur MS

Copyright © Nur Marlina Sari Bt Norazman | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia

Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014




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 | I do not know? |
The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.



Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | 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 | I do not know? |
>Some people who have me
Really love me true.
Although I am not too sure.
That's what they ought to do!

And then there is those that have me not.
And they would really love a lot.
Honest they would, I jest you not.

If you therefore do have me.
You love me quite a lot.
And if you don't you would like too.
Love to have a lot.

I cannot give you more clues.
As you're bound to guess.
What some have, and some have not.
Is money did you guess?  Or not?

I only know as you might, so.
I have very little money,you know.
Until my books all do sell.
Then I'll have a lot as well.

I will not love it tenderly.
Because not long will it stay with me.
As wife will spend it rapidly.
On a house by the sea.

And of that money none  I'll see.
Unless she takes me with she.
And we will  live so happily.
In her new house beside the sea.

And this is all now, you'll get from me.
As now it is time for tea.
Although that last line is not quite right.
As I drink decaf coffee is that alright?

I have been writing far too long.
As night time has now come along.
So now I will say goodbye to you.
And try and sleep as I should do.

Good night, goodbye, oh I meant to say.
I hope some love/money soon comes your way.
(The mad Author)<


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016