Thank You Age Poems

Grandma's Stories

“Can I tell a tale? Well sit.I'm going to. Pull up a chair, or on the floor that will do. 
I'm elderly now as...

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Young boys, they’re so damn reckless,
they talk they'll go to war.
Living in a dream world of old war movies,
and actor hero they adore.

All say they...

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amble
waddle
search
she strains at her walker
prowling the home's halls
shoe on one foot
bare on the other

in an other worldly time
her soft footed tracks 
are marred with circumstance

"where...

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From learning the abc’s, to count from 1 to 3 your favorite uncle singing the twelve days of Christmas, the particular line a partridge in...

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A new day and new age
Blessings that keep on transcending
Today, February 2 is my Birthday at 67 Years Old
Behold, my blessing to see
All came down...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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They know me, 
still,
behind my aged teacher face.
They wave to me in my car,
running wildly home from school on a 
sunny afternoon.
I smile and wave...

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I have a weakness for golden blond hair,
and light shade of blue in mascara eyes,
that new recruit in office next door,
I brushed past her as...

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Font Din Black

so u real??? 
Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material...

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Well Soupers, PoetrySoup has produced its second anthology. For those who submitted poems for consideration, we want to thank you for the wonderful submissions. We...

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So my heart has been warmed and touched by those who took the time in this selfish world to greet my once-a-year birthday greetings tunes....

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I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back...

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Oh my, seems I’ve lost my height!
Doc, please tell me, “What is the source of my plight?”

“Tis true, you’ve lost three inches,” she said to...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent...

therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why?

Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, 
and mortally wounded prepubescent,

I consider myself
analogously buttressed,...

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Serious sibling subluxation... 
rapprochement somewhat salvaged dislocation

Truth be told about following poem 
mostly written quite some years ago, 
and revisions made to recreate
and revise a...

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