Women Age Poems

We were vacationing in the state of
palm trees and seashore in September's
mild loveliness.
Me, a sexagenarian widow,
hobbled by arthritis in my knees.
As my family enjoyed the...

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     I could have danced all night!
     We would have been a sight!
    ...

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i don't feel like i belong here

ill never get used to this world

or maybe this world will never get used to me

i was birthed from...

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small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment 
Squirrels played here and had no...

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We are evolving towards a higher level of conscience! all of us
You and me 
There is no escaping this truth 
There are no poles to...

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I've been told in terms
of descriptive measure,
describing a gland
not my tool used for pleasure.

Huge and ginormous
are two they do use
as explained up above
so as not...

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I placed my head between my knees to have a good look at the trees beneath me; I held it there for some time and...

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Her Story 

Her story 
What lies behind the smile 
Whew, Chile.....
Are you ready? This may take a while 
Her story doesn't get told 
As much...

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February 13th, 2023 - old man winter gave a one...two punch

Overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round...

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Antimony Foolishness
Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful!  Refuting the label,
Of...

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Life at ninety has no frills,
gone are all my youthful thrills –
women, sex, and overdrinking,
the dynamo of all my thinking.

I live on pills and wonder...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with...

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Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!?

Once upon a time yours truly did allow
himself to consume anything in sight
eats of mine in...

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While the tree on Allen street stand tall 
It suddenly remind me of you and the glory of god 
Sadly when the seasons change the...

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He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill....

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