Middle Age Poems

Monday morning

woke up at eight, it was a splendid morning
cool before the day becomes serious and
demanding attention 
belonging to the 1% of people born before
the second...

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at the pharmacy

ome books in my bookshelf are unread 
and can stay the way, I need not read 
everything printed

depression hangs over the landscape like
dust on windows...

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Alexa echo rocks ages of generations!

The species and genus
known as *****sapiens
predominated across the webbed wide world
for tens of thousands of years
until many brain children...

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Horn Music

In the late forties and middle fifties 
horn music and military marches tunes
were often parlayed in the town's park 
and we lived nearby and...

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A generation to ask why.
Peaked and taught a world is nothing but themselves, not even to be.

Occupying nothing but digital spaces offered to prior persons...

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I feel all pasts,
As if they were yesterday,
Decades are but minutes to my minds and feels.
As if I were still two-tens and five,
Rather than three-tens...

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In youth, loves kindles, ignites flames bold
While two hearts dance beneath a cloudless sky
With soft gentle hands, in a "whimsy" he did mold
Two young bodies...

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It seems that I am getting old and grey,
my body's also slowing down its pace.
But, I've still much to do, and much to say.

It seems...

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I have heard of it before, but I never knew what it was until I walk through the door, I thought it was a wood...

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It is five o'clock somewhere
And the porch is still there
There are cocktails, and the a swing that still sways
With the wind and the whispers
We will...

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I can’t remember who I was,
before voices other than mine stepped in.

I think I wanted to be
a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten—
a...

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I was young back then—
When chirruping birds sang lullabies,
Not just morning songs, but wings of peace
fluttering through a boy’s sleepy eyes.
The bark of a dog...

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Trees swaying in the breeze, with thick branches hanging over the land, carrying a solemn message for everyone. The roots run firmly into the ...

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The eternal seaman

Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill 
 near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women
to...

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I speak just to realise no one is listening
That feeling hurts like when your parent ignores my good for my brothers bad that kind of...

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